#soldier boy x supe!reader

[thebiggerbear]

Soldier Boy x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: You're pissed that he put himself at risk yet again.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). This was too much fun to play with. Soldier Boy is something, that's for sure lol. Hope this is alright.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader; Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence; mentions of sex; implied sex; Soldier Boy being himself; language (I guess?)

Word Count: 1881

SB Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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You stormed into the suite you and Soldier Boy shared in Vought Tower. The supe strolled in after you, a scowl on his face as he shut the door behind him.

You waved around your hand and suddenly, a glass flew out of the cabinet, landing on the counter. A bottle of the finest whiskey you owned made its way from the bar as ice cubes from the fridge settled softly into the glass. Once the whiskey was poured and the bottle was safely settled beside it, you held out your hand and the drink slowly fit itself into your palm. You took a sip, letting the liquid travel down to the pit of your stomach, and relished the fire it stoked; it was a fire that had already started during your mission.

“Got one of those for me, doll?”

You scoffed and walked away from the kitchen—away from him. “You’ve got working limbs. Use them and make it yourself.” You didn’t need to turn around to know that that response pissed him off. Well, too damn bad; you were pissed as well.

You headed into the bedroom and, heaving a deep breath, you began to take off your gear. Soldier Boy came in behind you, but you refused to turn around.

“Come on, you’re making a big deal over nothing.”

“Nothing?” You spun on your heel, glaring at him. “You could have been killed, Ben!”

He was glaring right back at you. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t. I did what I had to do to take that fascist fuck down.” 

You let out a frustrated huff as you slammed your gloves down onto the dresser next to you. “You are the most stubborn, pig-headed jackass I’ve ever met! You just refuse to hear what I’m saying to you!”

Hands grabbed onto your hips and spun you around, bringing you face to face with a very turned on Ben. Of course. You knew he loved it when you would get angry since he could “fuck it right out of you,” as he’d once told you when you’d asked why he enjoyed riling you up so much. “Best fucking ride I get to take,” were his exact words. He’d given you a salacious grin and then that deep laugh when you’d smacked his bare shoulder. The action didn’t, and wouldn’t, hurt him in the slightest; in fact, he’d pulled you closer and you had taken the opportunity to run your fingers through his sweaty locks.

Ben leaned in to kiss you, thinking things were about to pop off once again (he was pretty sure he’d never seen you this pissed off before and he wanted to skip the yelling altogether, get right to the fun part), but you prevented him from doing so. The impatient frown you’d expected was in place and you cupped his cheeks to meet his eyes. He knew this was a sign that you wanted him to really listen to you.

“Ben, you can’t keep doing things like this,” you told him in a softer tone but laced with as much firmness as before. “You’re not invincible, you know that.”

His lips lifted up into a smirk. “Pretty damn close, though.”

You let out a sigh of frustration and decided you’d had enough. A bluish white haze came over your vision and you saw Ben’s eyes widen as your palms began to glow. You showed him your perspective of the day’s events: how you’d watched the missile launched by the townspeople, heading straight towards the building he was in; how you’d been unable to stop it but still slowed it down enough so that more people could get out of there; how everyone had been clear except him and the asshole dictator and their regime that he’d been ordered to kill; how you’d screamed for him to get clear because you couldn’t hold it back much longer; how you’d finally collapsed because you had no juice left, only able to helplessly watch as the weapon slammed into the building. You let him feel your heartbreak, your grief, your pain from thinking he was dead. And then you shared with him the massive relief you felt once he managed to dig his way out, dirty but unscathed nonetheless—and then your anger once he told you he’d heard you yell for him but he had to take down the dictator. He chose to stay inside, knowing he could very well die, and he was okay with that. He simply snorted at the idea that he should run for cover, for safety, and that enraged you.

You ended this viewing with memories you swore you’d never show him (but would if that’s what it took to get your point across). You both watched as you first met—your apparent disgust towards him; your perception of him changing over time; the first time you’d let him into your bed, how you two grew closer; the look on his face when you demanded exclusivity or you’d walk after you’d found him with a receptionist from the 28th floor willingly on her knees; the contentment you felt being partners with him both inside the job and out of it; your worry for him each time he separated from you on a mission; the threats you’d made to Stan Edgar if he ever tried to have another Nicaragua happen again and the hell you’d unleash if he did; the tenderness you watched him with as he slept after having more nightmares; your compassion for him the one time he’d mentioned his father to you; the enjoyment of spending time with him watching things from the past and watching him laugh or enthusiastically tell you about that time, and finally, the kicker — the love you’d started to feel for him. You moved your hands away, the glow disappearing as did your haze, and you turned away from him. You hadn’t meant to show him that last part or let him in that deeply. You had been waiting for the right time, which you were pretty sure would be never, but when your emotions ran high like they did today, it was harder to keep everything behind the wall you usually kept in place.

Instead, you quietly cleared your throat and decided to act as if he hadn’t just heard those last thoughts. “You get it now? How dangerous that was? How dangerous it is every time you do some stupid crap like that?”

He gripped your chin and forced you to meet his gaze again. 

“Ben, you can’t keep—”

He cut you off by leaning in and kissing you. Instead of turning it dirty like he usually did or ramping it up, he pulled back after a minute and stared into your eyes. “I do, too, you know,” he murmured.

You were afraid to ask. Still, you had to know. “Yeah?”

He ran his thumb tenderly over your bottom lip. “Yeah.” You studied him as he studied you in return. For once, you didn’t see any hint of amusement, bullshit, or even lust. He was telling you the truth.

You lifted a hand to run your fingers through his hair, which made him shut his eyes halfway; you knew he liked it when you did that. “Then you can’t keep doing things like this.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he lowered his forehead onto yours. “I thought you were dead today,” you let out in a broken whisper. He had really scared the shit out of you… You had been beyond devastated for those few minutes.

“I’m right here in front of you, sweetheart,” he reassured you, giving you a sweet smile that you only saw when it was just the two of you. 

“But what if—”

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” he promised, kissing you once more. He then grinned wolfishly. “So, do those magic hands of yours work both ways?”   

You knew they did but you’d never told him that. He’d only seen you use them to insert images sometimes into your targets to paralyze them or make them vulnerable, but you’d never actually used them on him before. “They can,” you answered carefully. “But I don’t usually do that. I don’t like reading someone’s thoughts without their consent.”

“So all this time we’ve been rolling around, you’ve never once tuned in?”

“No,” you insisted, offended and moving away from him. “I can only imagine the jizz-soaked apocalyptic ride through unforgettable hell that would be. There probably isn’t enough alcohol in the world to try and wipe those memories from my mind.”

He caught your wrist and gently placed your hand against his bearded cheek. “Read mine now.”

“Ben,” you pleaded. “Please don’t make—”

“Trust me.” He leaned in closer. “Read ‘em.”

You weren’t sure you wouldn’t be retching after this. He’d literally just learned you loved him and he implied he felt the same, so if he showed you the highlights of his glory days, you swore you’d nut punch him after you got sick and then force him to relive your own highlights and how much you very much still enjoyed those from time to time. Usually, of course, when you were alone in the shower.

You took a deep breath and opened the connection. You were suddenly flooded with images of your greatest hits: him going to town on you and being merciless, making you cry out his name in passion; the furniture you’d broken during your escapades and the walls you’d cracked, even one floor you’d broken through (right into the middle of a table being used for a board meeting but that didn’t stop either of you—if anything, Ben enjoyed everyone watching him give it to you and making you almost feral in chasing your high); you taking charge and putting him on his back, your eyes having a bluish white glow as you smirked wickedly down at him before taking what was yours and truthfully had been yours since you’d said you wanted him all to yourself. You could hear your cries and moans echoing in your ears along with his grunts and yells and dirty talk you both loved. You could hear other sounds too—sounds that made your cheeks warm—and you could feel the lust and heat rising within you as that same bluish white haze settled upon your vision.

You suddenly broke the connection. His brow furrowed in confusion before you growled out, “Suit off. Now.”

His typical smirk returned as he began to undo his chest plate.

“Not fast enough.” You waved your hand and Ben’s suit undid itself at the same time yours did. The shield planted itself in the corner where it usually sat while the clothes situated themselves beside it. Both of you were stark naked but that wasn’t enough. You flicked a finger and Ben was immediately shoved back onto the bed, right where you wanted him. You clambered up on top of him and positioned yourself, his hands on your hips to help you, when you leaned down to look into his eyes.

“I hate you.”

His grin was wide, knowing you definitely didn’t mean it. “You have a weird way of showing that.”

You snorted and kissed him, taking what you now knew was undoubtedly yours.

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[nymphie66]

God Bless America pt 3

Part One

Part Two

Description: Things are back on track between you and Ben, and you've found a sort of peace. Vought is determined to ruin that.

Author's note: This hyperfixation is really serving. This may be the last part of this mini-fic, as I've literally just been writing things as they've entered my mind and they just happen to be cohesive. But who knows! Uni starts up again imminently, hopefully I'll catch a break. Feel free to send in prompts or scenarios and I could probably bang something drabbley out. Also, thank you everyone for your support, I love each and every one of you motherfuckers.

Warnings: gore, darkfic -kinda, this came out slightly fluffy (don't know what happened there lol), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex, swearing, implied forced testing, cringey language

S/N : Supe Name

Suit: random office worker that I didn't bless with a name or description

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You span in your desk chair in absolute boredom, hands on your swollen belly, the only modicum of joy you got was from the movements of your darling baby, only four more months to go now.

Which is why you were sat in said desk chair, in a Vought meeting room with a bunch of suits from HR and legal, negotiating over your maternity leave and, much to his horror, Ben's paternity leave.

He couldn't understand why he would have to take time off as well. As he put it "My part is done, I got my soldiers to your base, your turn to lead the charge." After saying such a thing he promptly had the nearest object in your vicinity thrown at him.

You tried to explain to him, that you would need help as the pregnancy progressed, that there could be complications leaving you bed-bound till it was time to push the little one out into the world, that you could even be hospitalised. You expected him to put his fingers in his ear and start singing the national anthem at you, desperate to drown you out, but what happened instead shocked you.

He stilled, and you could see the thoughts churning in his head, and gradually his brow furrowed and he turned away from you. You walked towards him, arms encircling his waist, face pressed against his back, the texture of his soft cotton jersey brushing against your cheek. You knew exactly what he was doing.

Ben cleared his throat and took a sharp inhale of breath. He couldn't show weakness in front of you, especially not now. It wasn't the manly- let alone fatherly- thing to do. But he felt that resolve weaken by the way you held him so tenderly, leaned into his back so softly. It reminded him of the earlier days in your relationship, when you trusted him so blindly, believed in him so faithfully.

He'd get home from work, usually in a pissy mood, ranting and raving about whatever fuckery his team had put him through. And you would be there, smile on your lips, eyes filled with joy just at the sight of him. You'd listen, never probe but when he was just winding himself up, you would circle your arms around his waist and press your face into his back, leaning on him for support. The action was simple but made him feel like he was your whole world, that he was all you needed, that he was enough.

Things were better now. Ben had followed your instruction to the morbid T, and in turn, you allowed his presence, tolerated it even, though you soon fell back into the trap of loving him wholeheartedly again. The way he doted on you, adored you, the way you were 'his girl' again.

It didn't mean that things were perfect - far from it. You still had the occasional shouting match that led to the replacement of many crushed/shattered mobile phones, and though you wouldn't admit it, your attachment to Ben had become positively possessive. If his gaze strayed from you for more than a minute, you could feel yourself freeze up, a blend of uncouth rage and desperation flooding you that was only sated when he looked back at you again. You were needy, and it was pathetic- to you, not to him, he found it hot as fuck and told you so.

Ben would press a hand to your lower back, hover smugly above your ear and whisper assurances to you, though they were less than PG. Often involving a detailed description of him fucking you in front of whoever you were jealous of. You blamed the pregnancy hormones, but every time he did it you wanted him to make good on his promises and you quickly escorted him to a (mostly) private section of wherever you were.

In fact, as you sat there, listening to the drone of legal and HR, you realised that you had been in this meeting room before. Though you could hardly blame yourself, you didn't really take in decor when you bent over the conference table, getting your brains fucked out. You cursed yourself for not making Ben read that pregnancy book earlier, ever since he found out making you cum was good for the baby, the man was on a mission - not that he wasn't before, but there was definitely an added level of determination that you appreciated.

"So it's agreed? S/N will start her maternity leave now and once she reaches her third trimester Soldier Boy will start his paternity leave." Your Vought legal representative consolidated. You tuned back into the conversation, hopeful that this meeting was finally coming to an end.

"Agreed, we have already arranged for the samples to be taken in the next half-hour if S/N is ready?" The other suit asked, casting you an expectant look. You froze, your hand gripping your bump and leaned forward, a panicked look directed to your rep, but before you could continue the suit continued. "May I remind S/N that it is in her signed contract that sample matter from a resulting pregnancy is legally Vought's to take. This includes amniotic fluid, blood and foetus tissue sample."

You felt your stomach lurch and you swallowed thickly, you didn't argue that it wasn't in your contract, it was exactly the type of sick and twisted clause Vought would stick in there.

"S/N?" Your legal rep asked, seemingly completely unbothered by what was going on. You didn't question if it was safe, nothing that Vought did was ever safe.

You surveyed the room, there was about eight people there, none of them particularly intimidating but that's not what you were worried about. They would have known you were going to show resistance and you now realised that the abundance of office workers was to merely lull you into a false sense of security. This meant one of three things. 1) There was a supe nearby ready to make you comply 2) One if not all of them had tranquillisers on them 3) all of the above.

Knowing Vought it was probably number three.

You could try and do a runner but you would get caught, you could try and fight them but that meant risking the baby. Whatever supe was going to show up would hardly care about your condition and who the fuck knew what Vought put in those tranquillisers.

Your eyes looked around the room, pretending to think about if you had any scheduled plans after this meeting. Your eyes settled on a wonky painting that had been hastily put back up- in fact, you had put that back up after it fell during your 'de-stressing session' with Ben.

Ben.

"Yes, I think that should be just fine." You smiled sweetly at them, "You wouldn't mind me calling my fiancé Be- Soldier Boy to let him know, would you? He likes to be included in anything related to the baby. Plus he would love to know that our little creation is helping advance the research at Vought. Anything for his country- you know him!"

You laughed and waved your hand, praying that they were convinced by your little show. They didn't know him, but it flew that Soldier Boy, the living and breathing embodiment of the good ol' red white and blue, would be behind such a thing. It was for his country after all.

"Great, that's just great. I'll call him now." You took the general shrugging from them as a go-ahead and quickly called Ben, mouthing 'busy man' to them with a big smile as it continued to ring, you were half afraid that he wasn't going to pick up until you heard his gruff voice on the end of the line.

"What baby? Can't even go to a meeting without-"

"-Ben, honey!" You smiled tensely as you cut him off his surely sordid sentence, and prayed that he could pick up on your forced cheeriness, from experience he should. Considering you only spoke in that tone to him when you were threatening to get rid of his baby or extreme violence. "I just wanted to let you know that Vought are going to collect some samples of our little star-spangled bugaboo. Amniotic fluid, blood, a bit of tissue matter, nothing our little super trooper can't handle, especially considering her old daddio! I was just hoping you would be able to join your darling doll at the doctor's, honeybuns."

You wanted to pull your own tongue out of your mouth, stuff it down your throat and throw it back up again.

"I will be right there."

And just like that the line dropped, you smiled, taking the phone away from your ear and holding it to your chest. You gave a thumbs up and chuckled nervously, "He's on his way!" You sat back down into your chair and exhaled, muttering the phrase to yourself again. "He's on his way.."

The time it took for Ben to get there was filled with awkward silence, interrupted only by the odd question from a curious suit about your pregnancy and the baby. Which was met with a vague and elusive answer. There was no way in hell you were going to give them any more information about it than what they already had.

Then finally, Ben appeared, bursting into the conference room decked out in his suit, hair dishevelled, panting ever so slightly, knuckles bruised. So you were right, there had been a supe nearby. He looked at you with a loving urgency and you stood up, one hand on your stomach as you nodded your head. You were okay, the both of you were, but more importantly, you were ready.

Ben landed the first hit and the HR manager's head rolled down the conference table like a bloody bowling ball. You struck next, your unhelpful rep ended up being useful for the first time in their life by acting as a human shield as you burst through their chest and clawed out the Head of Legal's throat. The others got out their tranqs - right again, but you unsheathed your forearm from your rep's chest and threw their body onto them, knocking them off their feet.

"Glad you got the message." You told him in relief as you crushed an approaching man's skull in your hand, blood decorating your face like gruesome confetti from a piñata. You quickly dropped him and continued walking towards your saviour.

"Well at first I thought you were trying something new-" Ben kicked another suit's chest in, smiling as he fell to the floor, there weren't many left now. "-but by daddio, I started to realise that something was wrong, darling doll and honeybuns was then just obvious"

"Oh so star-spangled-bugaboo and super trooper were fine, but you drew the line at daddio?" You laughed, hands on your hips as he finished the rest off. Happy that the threats had now been eliminated, Ben allowed himself to relax- slightly and turned to look at you.

You looked ravishing.

His little psycho.

Your hair was wild, no longer in the neat ponytail you had agonised over this morning. The blood that drenched your clothes hung to your curves perfectly, showed off your baby bump beautifully. The look light and love in your eyes? Intoxicating.

He quickly strove over and placed a firm hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. How could he have ever taken this- you- for granted. He would damn himself a hundred times and a hundred times more for it. You squeaked at the force behind his kiss but happily melted into it and for a brief moment you thought you were going to have reenact the last time the two of you had been there. If you ignored the background last time, you could ignore the blood, guts and gore that made it up now.

Unfortunately, Ben pulled away, pressing his forehead against your own. You whined and he smirked. "Sorry baby, but Butcher's waiting outside in the car, gotta get you and bugaboo out of here."

"That's not sticking!"

"It so is."

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[septixtrash]

Behind Steel Towers

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader

Summary: He's always been your knight in shining armor, hasn't he?

A/N: I hope you all enjoy, I'm such a simp for Soldier Boy 🥵 probably will write more for him in the future...

Sudden shouting from outside your room startles you. The lights from beyond the door flash red. Trembling you crawl out of your cot and hide in the corner with your back to the door, fearing it to be another guard. A blast from outside the door rattles the whole room before the steel door flies open. Heavy boots pound the tiles behind you.

"Y/N?" That voice, it can't be. Not him...

Turning around, you meet face to face with the one person you swore you'd never see again. “What, you miss me?” he grins.

"...Ben?" You fall to your knees in disbelief. No fucking way, you saw him be airlifted away by the Russians, right before they hauled you away…

"Can't believe they did this to you..."

Your own fucking team betrayed you both. Accused you of treachery and so they locked you away in a facility somewhere. You had no idea what happened to Ben, if he was even alive...

He grabs your shoulders, hauling you up to wrap his arms around you. "I can't believe those fucking bastards..."

You don't respond, instead opting to stare at the ground.

"I swear to you, they'll get what's coming to 'em, all of 'em." He leans down and kisses your forehead.

"H-How, how'd you get out?" You ask quietly. "A new friend, him and his team busted me out from fucking Russia. Long story, I'll tell you once we're out of here."

You follow him out of your cell, trailing close behind him. Dead bodies scatter the halls, alarms blaring red lights lighting up the darkness. Whatever went down was a fucking massacre. "This way, c'mon!" He leads you both down a corridor towards an elevator.

Sliding past what remains of a guard you step inside the elevator. Ben closes the doors before pressing the button for the lobby.

"You good?" He asks, looking in your eyes, grabbing your arm. You nod. "Yeah, I think so."

When the doors open, you both rush out of the lobby outside. It's the first time you'd been out of that cell, in God know how long... You stop in front of him, feeling the sunlight on your skin.

"I've missed you..." You say, staring back at him. Tears streak your cheeks, a light sob coming from your lips. You reach for him, embracing for another hug.

"How long was I in there?" You whisper.

"...over 40 years..."

You cry harder, hugging him tighter. "T-thank you..."

"Oh honey, this is just the beginning. Welcome back..."

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[kaleldobrev]

A Big Ask

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Supe Reader

Summary: Ben has a big ask for you

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Cursing (7x), Implied past threesome, Canon divergence, Some fluff

Authors Note: Takes place in the 1970s (cause why not?) | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

When it came to everyone in Ben’s life, you were the only one that he would remotely listen to. Not only were you his best friend and more than occasional fuck buddy, but you were also his wrangler. The only person that could talk Ben down from beating someone into a bloody pulp for getting his coffee order wrong; the only person that could talk him into bringing you along for a team up so he didn’t get trigger happy.

You and Ben had been friends since first meeting at the inaugural Herogasm in ‘52. You were a bright eyed 18-year-old who wanted nothing more than to make a lasting impression on her two favorite Supes: Liberty and Soldier Boy; and boy did you, as the very next day, Vought called you and offered you a job.

You weren’t entirely sure as to why you were the only person Ben would remotely listen to; but, at this point, you had made the assumption that it was because you’ve been best friends with him for over 20 years — the longest friendship for both of you.

It was a usual Sunday morning for you, as there was a hefty sounding knock at your apartment door. Stretching quickly, you jumped out of bed and grabbed your silk forest green robe, tying it at your waist before heading toward the front door.

Upon opening it, Ben appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe, holding a white Styrofoam cup in hand with your name written on the side in jet black Sharpie. “Special delivery,” Ben said, handing you the cup.

“My usual I’m assuming?” You questioned, taking the semi-hot cup from his hand. He simply looked at you dead in the eyes. “I’m kidding,” you said, playfully hitting him in the chest. “Come in,” you smiled, turning your back toward him as you walked inside.

Ben strolled right in, practically making himself at home as he shut the door behind him and kicked off his boots; not bothering to place them to the side next to the door where your boots were usually placed. Not even turning around you said, "I hope that's the sound of you putting your boots next to the door."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Yes ma'am," he said, his tone slightly annoyed. He picked up his boots, mentally cursing at you as he placed them next to the door where they originally should have gone when he walked through the door.

Taking a seat on the couch, you crossed your legs and took a good, long look at your friend. "So, what brings you here this morning?"

“Wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, taking a seat next to you on the couch.

“What is it?” You asked. The way he looked at you was different compared to all the other times he had ever looked at you. What was usually a look similar to that of longing, now looked similar to that of fearfulness. Placing a hand on his thigh, you looked him in the eyes, hoping to give him a slightly reassuring look. "Ben, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know, it's just...it's a big fucking ask Y/N," he said, his tone starting to scare you just a little. "But..." he sighed. "Hey, you still have some of that whiskey I gave you the other day?" He asked, abruptly getting up from his spot on the couch; his vocal tone completely changing of that of almost pure glee mixed with some nerves.

"Yeah...in the usual place," you replied, pointing over to your whiskey cabinet. "Ben, it's 7 in the morning."

He walked over to your whiskey cabinet and scoffed, as he took the almost full bottle from it. "Okay and? I'm Soldier Boy. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

You rolled your eyes at his comment. "Just pointing it out," you stated. And you don't do whatever the fuck you want cause I make damn sure you don't, you wanted to add. "So, what did you want to ask me? Because I'm sure it wasn't about the whiskey."

Ben grinned. "No, no. I actually do have to ask you something," he said, walking over to you. He stood over you for a second, unscrewing the bottle. "Make it Irish?" You looked up at him, not removing the lid from your coffee as you had no intention of having alcohol this early in the morning. "Give it to me." Sighing, you gave him your coffee and he removed the lid, throwing it halfway cross the room — you were never going to find that lid anytime soon — and poured a good shot and a half of whiskey into your coffee before handing it back to you.

"Wow, you shouldn't have," your voice monotone, taking back your coffee; the intense smell of whiskey now filling your nose.

"No problem Sugar," he winked before sitting back down next to you. Before he began talking, he took a giant sip. "So, Legend came up with this stupid fucking idea that I need some kind of romance storyline," he scoffed. You tried your best to prevent yourself from laughing, but you couldn't help yourself.

Ben rolled his eyes as he watched you laugh. "See? If you're fucking laughing, the world will be laughing too."

"It's...it's not the worst idea but...I feel like you're the last person that can rock that storyline, I hate to tell you," you admitted. "I'm honestly shocked that they didn't pitch that idea to me."

"The only reason Legend didn't pitch it to you is because you already have a known soft side, I apparently don't," he scoffed. "He says I need to be more relatable," he half chuckled. "Relatable my ass," he mumbled.

"You know, showing your soft side might not necessarily be a bad thing for you..." you said, slightly eyeing him.

The way he looked at you, you might of well as told him to go fuck himself. "I'm no pussy."

"Having a soft spot doesn't make you a pussy Ben," you told him. He just rolled his eyes and scoffed, taking a long swig. "Believe it or not, you already have a soft spot, and your soft spot is me."

"Huh," he half chuckled. "Who knew?" Of course he had a soft spot for you. Who wouldn't have one for you? "Then I guess I know you'll say yes to my ask then."

"If you're so confident I'll say yes, then ask me already. I swear I've gotten older since we started this conversation," you grinned.

"Alright, alright, Christ," he mumbled. "Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my fake PR girlfriend?"

You smiled. "Thought you'd never ask."

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Imagine soldier boy with dating a supe with siren powers 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Oooh this is different! Thanks for the ask, hun. ❤️ In honor of The Little Mermaid live-action dropping on Disney+ last week...

(Here's one last Soldier Boy imagine before Part 1 of Smoke Eater!)

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F. Supe!Reader Word Count: 800

Imagine: Soldier Boy dating a supe with "siren" abilities. 🧜‍♀️

When you joined Payback, Ben was ambivalent about you.

You were hot as fuck, sure, but he didn't think the team needed another woman.

Crimson Countess was bitch enough to deal with.

But you were a bit mysterious. You kept to yourself, didn't go out of your way to socialize or train with the others. You were smart.

Though when he heard about your powers, he was skeptical at best. Stan Edgar assured him you were what the team needed right now, in terms of margins and demographics and what-fucking-ever...

Until he hears you singing in the break room, softly to yourself while you make some coffee. Gentle, beautiful dulcet tones that manage to draw his steps into the kitchen.

You eventually notice him with a smile. "Good morning."

He gives you a charming grin, blatantly eying you from head to toe.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Pour me a cup, would ya?" he asks, in a tone that demands.

You do so, and he admires the sweet sound of your voice as you continue to hum to yourself.

"You're a little crooner, aren't you?" he asks, taking the cup of coffee from you. But when your hand brushes his, he feels it. Your power. It threatens to overtake him and draw him into you, where he craves your warmth as well as your body.

He wants you to devour him, body and soul...

Your eyes glow violet along with your knowing smile.

Then you blink. The violet haze is gone, along with your hold on his mind. You go back to sipping your coffee as if nothing had just happened.

Ben visibly falters, having to catch his breath as his mind reels from the loss of connection.

Ben frowns in irritation. What the fuck just fucking happened?

He looks at you harder than before. Secretly, he's annoyed and intrigued at the same time.

He demands to know your name. You tell him with a smile that edges at flirtation. When you ask for his name, despite knowing full well who he is, he smirks.

"Call me Ben."

And from there, he's fucking hooked.

He pursues you relentlessly. You allow it with coyness and flirtation -- push and pull. Hot and cold. You toy with him, which both infuriates him and draws him in even more.

Until you finally allow him to "catch" you. He takes you out for dinner, one of the finest, most expensive restaurants in New York. Bottles of wine, premier service, excellent food and music. You realize then that he's really trying to impress you, and inside you're actually flattered that he's doing all this, when he can have his pick of anyone. (And has had his pick. Several of them.)

You've heard so many stories about him, most of them unpleasant. You see the disgusted looks Crimson Countess gives him when he's not looking.

And you know you haven't yet seen the darker sides of Ben. (You know he's trying his damndest to charm you, draw you in. But your abilities allow you to discern when men are trying to manipulate you. You are the master manipulator, spinning them along with your touch and your voice).

But you're also intrigued by this man. He's more than his bravado would suggest. When the cameras and the press and the rest of the team aren't around, he's not quite so insufferable. You find his arrogance, partnered with his charm, amusing. But it's also become somewhat endearing.

The truth is, he's actually...sort of grown on you. And that's probably the real reason you're here on a date with him.

You lean over and rest your hand over his, frowning when he seems a bit wary of your touch.

The first time you met him, you'd just been teasing him. You'd heard how he'd been talking shit about you to Stan, doubting if you were really powerful enough to be on the team. But now, he's stiff under your hand, prepared to fortify his mind against you.

"I won't compel you again, Ben. I promise," you tell him. Your hand travels up his arm, soothing along his neck, your palm finally resting against his cheek. His green eyes stare into yours.

Soon enough, his wariness bleeds away.

He hooks a foot around the leg of your chair and draws you closer, making you yelp in surprise.

He smirks, finally getting the jump on you for a change as he wraps an arm around your waist and brings you close.

You blink in surprise, looking up at his handsome face with wide eyes. A blush dusts your cheeks, warming your face. His smirk softens around the edges, just a little, and he takes his chance to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

And maybe, you're the one who's caught.

AN: Aww, this one was really fun! Thanks for the request. 😘

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This Means War

Soldier Boy x Reader

Request: could we maybe get a jealous soldier boy?

Warning: Violence, Swearing

A/N: I'm actually not sure if you meant hc or reader insert, but I had an idea so here we are

Y/N laughed as the supe she was assigned to work with made the strangest shapes with his body. He was able to stretch it into just about any way and he was definitely the type to show off. "You really need to stop, Stretch", she chuckled, trying to get back to work. "Why, am I distracting you?", he asked, wiggling both of his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes. "So, Y/N, what are you doing later?", he asked, and she shrugged, "I dunno. This if you keep distracting me", she teased, and he shrugged. "So, you're free?", he pressed, and she paused, looking at him. "Free isn't the word I'd use", she responded, feeling more awkward now. It wasn't a secret she was with Soldier Boy, so she didn't quite understand his angle. "What would you call it then?", he continued, stretching his head in front of her face. She moved back, "Look, I don't think it's a good idea", she said, getting up and walking to the other side of the room, getting water to try and put some space between them. He followed. "Oh, come on, you're in the need for some fun", he joked, getting even closer to her. Y/N turned to face him and sighed, "You know exactly why it's not a good idea", she sighed, and he kept his eyes intent on her, "Oh, so he can do whatever he wants, but you have to be faithful?", he pressed on, a little more intensely now. "It's...complicated", she shrugged, and he shook his head. "Oh come on, it's not complicated. Don't lie, you've thought about me naked", he joked, obviously trying to take the edge off of the conversation.

"I don't think you know what you're talking about", Soldier Boy's voice boomed, standing in the doorway and making his way towards them. "Ben-", Y/N started, but was cut off, "I think she's perfectly happy where she's at", he glared as he threw his arm around Y/N and pulled her against him. Stretch looked frozen, but pushed that to the side quickly, "I was just sayin', a beautiful women deserves to have some fun too", he chuckled awkwardly, which didn't calm Soldier Boy in the slightest. He removed his arm from Y/N and stepped up to Stretch's face, "Now, why the fuck would you think she's not having fun", he questioned, and Stretch grew more uncomfortable. "I- I was just joking around. That's all", eh assured him nervously, beginning to move back. "Ben", Y/N sighed and he put his hand up to signal her to keep quiet, "Maybe you should keep that joking to yourself unless you'd like something to threaten your health", Soldier Boy grinned, more malicious than anything else. Stretch nodded and hurried out of the room. "Pussy", Soldier Boy laughed loudly.

Y/N sighed, "Was that really necessary?", knowing she was probably going to have to be assigned with someone else now. Soldier Boy looked at her, "Was what necessary? Putting him back in his place?", he asked, raising his eyebrow. "He was harmless", she insisted, stepping closer to him now. "I'm sure he was, I wanted to make sure he stayed that way", he stated simply. She rolled her eyes, "I don't know why you had to be so intense about it, that's all", she sighed again, beginning to move past Soldier Boy. He stopped her with his arm and moved her back where she was, surprising her. "That laugh you had wasn't harmless. His interest was only temporarily harmless. You belong to me, and I will protect you in any and every way I see fit", he assured her, his tone not leaving much room for argument, but that wasn't going to stop her.

"So, you don't trust me to control myself, is that it?", she accused, and he rolled his eyes, "It's not about you. It's about men. And I'm telling you, he was going to keep trying until he got what he wanted", he explained, and Y/N glared, "But what does that matter if I keep turning him down?", she challenged, and he sighed, "This discussion is going nowhere. I did what I had to do. That's it", he stated, expecting the conversation to end, but it didn't. "Why is it so hard for you to admit you were just jealous?", she seethed, "That's it. That's all you'd have to say!". Soldier Boy laughed, "I'm not fucking jealous of a bendy straw, I just need him to know how easily he can be torn apart", he continued, shrugging it off. "Bullshit! You heard him making me laugh and it upset you. You 'know' men, so you 'know' how easily a man can lure a woman away and you're afraid!", she yelled, and he stepped to her, bringing his face close to hers, "I'm not afraid of anything", he glared and stared at her, knowing she'd eventually back down. She sighed, crossing her arms, "Why is it so hard for you to admit you have feelings?", she asked softly, putting her hand on his cheek and gently stroking it, watching him calm down with her touch. Soldier Boy sighed loudly, "Fine, if it'll make you feel better, I was jealous. Not because I think he could take you, but because you're mine and he needed to understand that. Feel better?", he asked, and Y/N nodded, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. It was a step in the right direction, especially for a man like him.

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Such a Tease

Female reader x Solider Boy(I know he's a bad person but that doesn't stop him from being fine asf)

Warnings: Minors DNI!! 18+ only, Cursing, jealousy, teasing, oral f!receiving and oral m!receiving, fingering, weird guy trying to get at you, possessiveness, pettiness, unprotected sex(pls be safe), soldier boy himself is a warning(and prob more pls lmk!)

Word count: 3,759

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You are Soldier boy's assistant, Soldier boy's charms are hard to not fall for but you stay strong because you worked hard in Vought to get the position you're in. This leads to Soldier boy teasing you every chance he gets, you don't know how much more you can resist. (This is during the Team Payback era)

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Tonight was Vought's biggest charity event, and you were freaking out, not over the party necessarily but over Soldier boy. Ever since you became his personal assistant your life has been a chaotic mess and he has been the entire reason for your torment. You started off as a simple intern in Vought fighting your way through all of the intense competition each level had to offer just to build up to being Soldier boy's assistant. You couldn't complain financially you were doing much more than an average employee, but why did it have to come with such a tedious task. You wished you had gotten noir, but luck was not on your side when they gave you your hero to assist.

Your thoughts were cut off by an employee decorating for the charity event "Miss? Do you think that this bouquet matches better with the table?" He pointed at the gold table but before you could even speak someone else was speaking for you, "Son that looks like something I would take to my grandmother's funeral, go and change em' "You roll your eyes obviously recognizing the voice and you turn around facing him "Well thank you so much for your help Soldier boy, don't you have something to do? mm like getting ready for the biggest event we've ever had?" You ended it off with a soft but harsh smile trying to see if he would get the hint. He let out a dry chuckle, "Exactly sweetheart, that's why I'm here, helping out the company" He winked at you in a suggestive manner and you just scoffed "How about you actually go and make yourself useful and go help those scrawny decorators with the heavy boxes hmm?" He smiled "Darling if you just wanted to see my muscles you could've just asked" You ignore him and demand him to do as you told him, but you couldn't deny your heart pounding and your heart rate getting faster when he said that.

Once you had triple checked everything was right and the whole podium dedicated to soldier boy was perfect you had to face the obstacle of actually getting ready. Thankfully Vought had a whole team that did all of those things and this was one of the little times you were actually happy with working there. As you drifted off into your thoughts you started to think about a hypothetical way the charity event could go. In your mind it was perfect, soldier boy was wearing the outfit you told him to wear, and you looked absolutely stunning greeting everyone and welcoming them in hopes of them donating as much money as possible, and that Soldier boy actually says the speech that the PR team had sent him earlier. You let out a soft sigh as the stylists were doing your hair and you knew that your night was not going to go like anything that you thought about.

After finally finishing all of the final touches, the high-end dress that you're forced to wear due to the sponsorships you have to do for Vought looks stunning on you. Hugging all of your curves and marking your body like none of your regular clothing does. Your outfit boosted your confidence since you were feeling a bit nervous due to the nature of the event. But as you were done you headed over to the Vought tower, heart racing, blood pumping, and feeling butterflies in your stomach. You tried to breathe in and out slowly to help ease your nerves but nothing seemed to help, finally, you got to the event and made your way into the entrance to greet your important guests. You said "Hello! Vought is so happy to have you here with us, Welcome in and enjoy the event" to every single guest changing the wording up every now and then to make it just a bit less boring. After you had said your greetings to what felt like over 10,000 people you came to the realization that your special supe hadn't made his grand entrance along with the others. You looked at your dainty watch and saw that he was an hour late, but since the event was so crowded no one had noticed his absence yet. But you couldn't help but worry, he wasn't the type to be late to these types of events so out of sheer panic you call him several times only to hear the same robotic tone repeat the same message "Hello you've reached..."

After another half hour passed by, people started to come up to ask you where he was and your superior was on the verge of firing you and was already threatening you in finding your replacement. The butterflies you felt earlier now felt like wasps, curious as to what the hell he could be doing that was more important than the event. Then after checking your watch again you suddenly heard clapping, screaming, and whistling you quickly turn around and see him without his mask and letting his long fluffy hair out but slightly styled with some hair pomade. The women of the event were going wild as if their pheromones were instantly turned on just by his presence. You couldn't help to feel a bit jealous but in the end, he was just your supe and he was just messing with you anyways. After getting over your silly feelings you straightened yourself out, you went up to him to welcome him too and guide him to his booth where he was going to give his inspirational speech. His eyes were searching for something roaming the room as if he was lost and then suddenly his eyes met with yours you felt shy and intimidated as he gave you a soft and flirtatious smirk. As you got closer his eyes trailed you the entire time you were finally by his side and he stuck out his arm to guide you across the busy crowd you fondly accepted his arm and wrapped yours onto his, he stared you up and down and leaned in to whisper into your ear "Jesus darlin' where were you hiding this body" you just rolled your eyes although you knew he could sense the effect his question had on you and how badly you were hiding it.

As you two finally made your way across the room and all of the eyes staring at you two made you nervous, he sensed you were nervous and he tightened the last remaining space between you two and you felt his smell overwhelm your nose, you let the intoxicating scent fill your nose as you felt that he gave you a sense of safety and the firm grip he had on you only further emphasized it. Then you two finally got to the podium and you went up and said "Good evening everyone thank you for coming tonight, all of us at Vought are so grateful for all of you here! Please don't forget to donate as this is a charitable event. Thank you for coming once again please enjoy the rest of your night and now please help me welcome soldier boy!" once your speech came to an end everyone went insane over your supe and of course he did a very charming introduction, very on brand for him and his charms provided more profit which is what you need tonight. While he was saying his speech a reporter came up to you "Hey your name is y/n right?" you shook your head, yes, and he asked for some privacy you agreed only because soldier boy was actually reading his PR speech without pulling one of his stunts. He starts off by asking simple questions like how it felt to work at a big company like Vought and how it was to work with soldier boy and after what felt like countless hours of you two chatting he starts asking if you were single, if you and soldier boy had something behind the scenes, and what you thought about Crimson countess and Soldier Boys relationship, the sudden shift of questions had you shocked and not knowing how you should answer you started to stutter trying to think of something to say and then for once you were grateful to hear the irritating but silky voice answer for you "ok that's enough harassing of my assistant for one day go fuck off.” you were grateful he was there to help you but you suddenly felt embarrassed, why didn't you just say no why did you hesitate in answering and why did your heart have to ache when he mentioned Crimson Countess. As the random news reporter left soldier boy shifted closer to you "you ok darlin'?" you just quickly shook your head yes and said a small thank you as you left because someone was calling you over.

You couldn't help but feel nervous around him after the questions that you just got asked, but you still said you were fine even though you knew damn well that you were indeed not ok. After that, you went to go and get yourself a drink and he was swarmed by news reporters and possible donators. After having a couple of shots of tequila you were starting to feel the strong effects of the clear liquid. You realized that all of the press had settled down and the real party finally started you made your way to the dance floor hoping to relieve some stress from the hard but rewarding job that you have and started to dance with one of your coworkers loosening up and feeling comfortable until you saw the weird new reporter guy come up behind you and then you got pushed further into him due to the crowd and now your ass is touching his groin but the tequila had taken over your senses and didn't care and danced against him until you felt a weird sensation in the room as your eyes roam around the room you see Soldier boy standing in the corner of the dance floor having a perfect view of you and his face is visibly upset. You felt the news reporter start grinding up against you and before you could even do anything you saw a furious supe head in your direction and pry the dude that was now just full-on grinding up against your ass, he pulls you away from him and he bends over to your ear for you to hear him over the loud music blasting "What the hell is going on with you and that pervy douche?" You held in your laugh and he leaned in his head closer to you so that he could hear what you have to say "Why do you care? You jealous or something? Why aren't you dancing with your girlfriend Crimson Countess?" You saw his mood shift completely and he starts to drag you out of the party.

You got a bit anxious not knowing why he reacted in that way as you two were trying to make your way to his room he pushed you into a corner and he towered over you. As the both of you were standing in that corner you two made intense eye contact with tension so thick you'd be able to cut it and this level of intimacy allowed you to see the little details you had never been able to appreciate before such as his beautiful warm green eyes, his light brown freckles sprinkled all over his face and how soft his lips looked. With all of the tension, the both of you start leaning in closer to each other and he kisses you with such confidence and passion as if he had kissed you before, moving your lips in unison he starts to let his hungry hands roam over your body and feel all of your curves and everything and more that he fantasized over you. He could never admit it out loud but he had just as much of a crush on you as you had on him. He hated the fact that he was in the PR relationship with Countess when in reality he wanted to be with you. He knew the effect he had on you, like when you would see him after a long day of doing supe shit and he wasn't wearing his mask or suit, just a tight black sports shirt with some gray sweatpants and he could smell your arousal and see you adjusting yourself before going to see him. Your scent drove him insane and he hungered for more.

You felt soldier boy pull away and he whispers in your ear "How about we take this somewhere more private sweetheart" You simply nodded your head yes and his hands run up your body once more just to lead his gloved hand into yours as he led you to his room, which you had only been a couple of times and had some sort of awkward interaction with Crimson countess getting up from an active night before. You felt yourself start to sober up as he opened the door for you and allowed you to go in first and then he shut the door behind you and he immediately grabbed you by your hips and pushed you delicately against the wall he didn't want to hurt you with his superhuman strength. His lips melted perfectly into yours and you felt how he intruded his tongue into your mouth as you met yours with his and let out a soft moan at the contact. He pushed his hard member into you and you felt arousal leak into your panties. As you're behind pushed into the wall he makes his way behind to where the zipper of your dress was and he glides it down smoothly causing shivers to go down your spice. He steps back as you move forward with him he removes his gloves and proceeds to remove your dress and give you his hand so you can step over the elegant dress that was on the floor now. And as you felt exposed his roaming eyes glared over your body with awe "Holy shit darlin' where were you hiding this body?" he asks again in pure shock, You let out a bashful laugh "Well someone wouldn't have been able to be professional at work" He made a 'confused' face and says "I have no idea who that would be" as he said that he brought you closer to him you rest your arms on his athletic shoulders as you say a sarcastic "Mmhm" And he lets out a soft laugh and proceeds to lean in to kiss you once again.

He shifts you toward the bed you had dreamed of being on for so long. He makes you lay on your back as he spreads your legs. He appreciates the lacy panties you wore as he plays with the thin waistband. He goes down on his knees as he drags one of his hands down on your outer thighs and starts to take off your heels. Once he's done and sees the immediate relief, he kisses your lower belly and uses his teeth to pull off the fragile fabric that was dividing him from you. You swear that you already climaxed at the pornographic sight, you felt his hungry eyes on you as you were fully exposed to him. "Fuck baby, so wet for me huh?" before you could even come up with an answer he dives into you starvingly, you not knowing how long he had been wanting to please you. He licks your folds consuming all of the wetness you had just for him and then he moves his hot wet tongue on your clit as he circles around it. You started to feel an overwhelming sensation hit you, no man has ever made you feel this way and he had barely done anything yet, you realized that it was going to be a long night. He ate you out like a starved man licking you on your bundle of nerves perfectly and leading you closer and closer to the edge. Out of pure pleasure, you ran your hair through his honey colored locks and pull on them slightly and he moaned into you because of it. Which caused him to insert a finger into you which caused you to moan out loud "...I don't know how much longer I-I can.." You wished you had never mentioned anything because this only caused his rate to quicken and the heating in your lower stomach was getting unbearable until he started to suck on your clit and that was what led you to your first orgasm and he felt your twitching, and you pulled on his hair a little harder and said "F-fuck soldier boy" he started to lick up all of the remaining juices and licking your now overstimulated clit you twitch at his touch and pulls away with a soft smirk and you see yourself all over his face.

He licks his lips and stands up, you were still calming down from your climax and you stared at him undressing just for you and you were trying not to drool at the sight of his exposed chest, his muscles were carved out by greek gods themselves and as soon as he took off his pants and you saw his thick athletic thighs you were practically begging for him at that point. You got up and played teasingly with his waistband as he did with yours he looked confused as to what you were about to do, you went down on your knees and freed his hard member, you saw that it was leaking with precum and you were quick to start licking the tip this made him let out a soft groan and he made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair guiding you through all of his inches but he was too big to fully fit into your mouth so as he tried to push you further you slightly gagged so you moved your head back, you grip him with your hand as your mouth is still attached to his tip and start moving at a quicker pace "Shit y/n" he moaned your name which made you melt and you started to move quicker wanting to hear more erotic noises from him. As you had a steady rhythm and he was enjoying himself more and more he moaned one more time and said "If you keep going at this rate I'm going to cum" You wanted to continue but he pulled you (gently) away and he grabs you by the chin with his thumb and finger forcing you to look up at him as he admires your teary eyes and puffy lips from the hard work you had done.

"Stand up and go to the bed on all fours" You were shocked to hear how commanding he was but you had to say it was definitely turning you on and you did as you were told. You felt him grab you by the waist as he inserts and aligns himself into your entrance and you felt the burn of him stretching you out which made you moan out of pain and pleasure. He waits a bit before moving because he's scared to hurt you, he needs to remind himself that you are human after all and he needs to be careful with you, but after a bit, he moves in and out slightly and you moan "Please...more" he was shocked to hear that but started to move faster and faster until tears started to form in your eyes from all of the sensations that you were feeling. He had a tight grip on your waist making your skin clap against his and making you feel him deeper in you "Mmm darlin' you take me so well, who's girl are you hm??" You still being petty and jealous answer "Crimson Countess is your girl" He gets upset and starts thrusting into you harder and whispers in your ear"Wrong answer sweet girl, I'll give you one more chance" he pulls out and flips you onto your back and now you're face to face with him as he goes inside you "Who's girl are you?" He started pounding you until you get cock drunk and can't even form an answer you start to form a sentence "Y-your-" You had to stop because you felt as if he was in your stomach, so deep in you as he was hitting your g spot the flames started to take over again and he teased you "That's it, you're a big girl finish your sentence" you couldn't even process feeling angry at that moment, you finally managed to get your words out "Your.. girl.. soldier boy.." and you moan because now you felt him kissing your neck as he whispered, "Call me ben..." You felt him go a bit slower only to quicken up his pace again and you moaned out "Ben.. fuck I'm going to-" And you came again moaning and feeling so cock drunk as you slightly heard "Make a mess pretty girl"

He was still going hard as you moaned "Ben please I can't anymore.." he kissed you softly "Yes you can sweetheart, just one more time, who's girl are you?" You were so overwhelmed and consumed by him and answered sincerely "I'm your girl Ben....only yours, no one elses" you felt him get sloppier until he finally releases his seed inside of you and you were gripping onto his arms while he moaned your name softly at the end. He makes eye contact with you and with a soft smile kisses you. He rolls off of you and brings you close into his arms as reality starts to come back to you. And by the end of everything you were fully sober and you realized what you had done. You knew you should've felt nervous or anxious after what had happened but at that moment you felt safe and secure with him and he was moving his hand up and down softly on your arm and you reached in to play with his now messy hair and pulled him in to kiss you one more time to make sure it was real, and you hear him say"So uh you're gonna start wearing tighter outfits right?"

You just rolled your eyes and laughed softly "Only if you behave, Ben"

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Love To Hate You

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

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairings: Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

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

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

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

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His strength was phenomenal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bitch!” he grunted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled. “Like that do you?”

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

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

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

“Fuck, Ben. That’s it. Right there.”

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

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

“Do not move,” he growled.

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

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

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Incorrect Quote Generator - The Boys

Homelander / John = Antony Starr

Shadow / Nick (OC) = Andrew Garfield

Soldier Boy / Ben = Jensen Ackles

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Nick X John (Romantic) (Situationship?)

John & Ben (Platonic) (Hate! Family Relationship)

Nick X Ben (Romantic) (Romantic Relationship)

Nick : Look, last night was a mistake. John: A sexy mistake. Nick : No, just a regular mistake

John: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Nick : *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? John: Holy moly-

Nick : Go fuck yourself. John, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Nick: John, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? John, naked in Nick's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Nick, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

Nick: What’s your body count? John: Do you mean sex or murder?

Ben : looks over John ’s shoulder at their laptop What the fuck? John : slams screen shut It’s just research! For something I’m writing about! I swear that’s it! Ben : Why the hell would that involve the breeding habits of frogs? John : It’s not just “frogs”, it’s the Surinam Toad. And it’s not “breeding habits”, it’s how they raise their young. This is important information my audience needs to know! Ben : That doesn’t change the fact this is for one line in a fanfiction. John , offendedly: You don’t know that! Ben : I hear no denial.

John : My life is a mess. Ben : Son relax, go get a beer. John : I don’t want a beer. Ben : Who said it was for you?

John : There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza. Ben : So, you’re not going to share? John : I’m not going to share.

John: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Ben : Thats because your too short to do so. John: …Listen here you fucking—

John: I’m totally useless. Ben : You’re not totally useless. Ben : You can be used as a bad example.

Nick : Ben and I are no longer friends. Ben : NICK THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Ben : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Nick : It was autocorrect. Ben : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Nick : Yes.

Nick : I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Ben : Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. Nick , getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

Ben : Fight me! Nick : gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Nick : Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Ben : I’m in love with you. Nick : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Ben : I know. Nick : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

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[loki-lover84]

Prologue

A/n: So I’m writing this because I legit have it bad for Soldier Boy, and I’m hoping that this will end up being a good fanfic I hope ya’ll enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

Y/n’s pov

“For the last time, Amphitrite your powers will be pointless on this mission. You aren’t joining Payback.” Stan Edgar states, clearly irritated by my constant pestering.

“Why not? I’d be a good addition.” I huff crossing my arms.

“You only want to join Payback because you miss Soldier Boy.”

He was right unfortunately. I’ve been with Ben since I completed my compound V testing. He’d trained me in combat testing my strength and teaching me how to use my size to always gain the advantage in hand to hand combat. Ben was definitely a product of his time; he believed that women should be housewives until I bested him in at least five training sessions that is, eventually deeming me as an equal which shocked everyone to say the least.

“You’ve kept him on every mission and every tour out of the US solidly for the past eighteen months. You’ve intercepted every attempt for me to contact him; he doesn’t even know he’s got a son because of you! My nine month old is essentially fatherless and I’ve had no help and no one with me this whole time.” I snap fully aware that my eyes are now glowing a stormy shade of blue as rage boils my blood.

“Stand down Amphitrite!” Edgar snaps standing up from his desk. “We both know if he knows about his kid he won’t focus on his missions.”

“Simple solution then, stop sending him on them for a couple of months.” I try to reason.

“Grow up! As far as the public is aware Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess are a loving power couple fighting against all odds as they lead Payback to victory. I’m aware it’s bullshit but it sells fantastically and you, you’re Amphitrite strong empowered fighting solo to appease the women that want to be treated equally.” Edgar explains in disbelief at my apparent ignorance. “You would ruin your image if it became public knowledge that you are with Soldier Boy and had a kid, you’d be slandered as a home wrecker and he’d be labelled adulterer tarnishing his ‘golden boy’ image.”

Naively I believed him, he’s the boss, he dictates publicity results, if he so wanted he could bury my existence so deep no one would ever remember I was real.

“Fine, can you at least tell me if he’s okay?” I finally plead rubbing the blue and silver patterned sleeve of my suit.

“Soldier Boy is fine. He’s shooting a movie to promote non supe soldiers during the war and celebrating the war effort.”

“Thank you.” I whisper lowering my head as I leave his office not looking up from the ground until I arrive at my home.

Entering my house I head straight to the nursery I decorated for my sweet little John who is still soundly asleep in his white frilly bassinet. I glance up to the poster next to him of his father, it seems pathetic but I guess I just want John to know who his dad is no matter what anyone may say. John’s sapphire eyes tiredly blink open as a partially toothed grin smiles up at me.

“Hi baby, mummy’s home.” I coo lifting him up carefully holding him close. “I’m sorry mummy’s boss still won’t let daddy come home.” A cry leaves him as his eyes flash a glowing ruby for a moment until I’m able to soothe him, “It’s okay Johnny, daddy’s safe.”

I levitate off the ground slowly flying us around the house until his tears stop, still distressed I wrap his soft blue blanket around him as he calms down yawning before drifting back to sleep. I spend the next hour floating around my home cradling my son fighting back tears knowing how much Ben would want to be here for this, for us. Steadily I place John down in his bassinet keeping him wrapped in his blanket and handing positioning a plush of me and Soldier Boy either side of him before, stripping out of my suit and dressing in my night gown preparing for bed.

 ~Time skip 2 ½ hours later~

I wake to John’s cries realizing he’s probably due his feed. Slowly trudging to the nursery I hear a crash making my heart rate skyrocket before dashing into the room seeing six heavily armed men and two supes in my home. I notice John wailing in Shadowcrawler’s arms with Ember beside him. In a flash of black smoke Shadowcrawler and my son are teleported away.

Rage fuels me as Ember gets in a fight stance and the armed men begin shooting at me, their bullets harshly piercing my skin but I can’t find it in me to give a shit. I fly at the closest guard punching my fist straight through his chest, before turning to the next snapping his neck with one hand, I rip the next guards dick and balls clean off his body an anguished cry leaves him before kicking his chest sending him through the window in the nursery letting him fall to his death. I quickly duck as a fist sets on a collision course for my face making the guy lose his balance before grabbing his right leg and flipping him crushing his head against the carpeted floor, a kick lands on my stomach before I twist the booted foot 180 degrees effectively breaking it before throwing him into the next guy as they both tumble out of the window. Gnashing my teeth I scowl at Ember fear painted on her face despite me being in my own blood soaked nightie.

“It’s not personal Amphitrite.” She says as flames sprout above her palms.

“Bullshit!” I growl, “You abduct my son, make an attempt on my life and you tell me it’s not fucking personal. You lying bitch!” My e/c eyes shift to stormy blue as the pipes begin to burst in my home as I make the water swirl behind me.

Ember’s flames fly towards me, my water instantly extinguishing them.

“You know, despite us being ‘friends’ I always wondered how much I’d love it when I drown you, permanently extinguishing you.” I smirk flicking my wrist and twirling my fingers as the water encases her in a whirlpool prison.

Manic laughter escapes me as I watch Ember fight, well, struggle to breathe and flail in efforts to try to escape her long once luxurious red hair betraying her as it wraps around her neck increasing her rate of suffocation. I eagerly watch as her flesh begins wrinkling, its texture becoming soap like, it blisters before being ripped from her bones. She was already dead before her skin blistered but she deserved it.

I take a moment to let the tears pour whilst my body begins healing, it doesn’t take long before I’m back at punching a few holes clean through my walls. My baby’s gone, my husband doesn’t even know I was pregnant and won’t be allowed home any time soon and I’ve just wrecked our home. Before I know it a mask is over my mouth and nose as smoke or gas floods my lungs before I black out.

 Present day

 I bolt upright sweat soaking my hair, nightie and bed sheets as salty tears stream down my face. Every night, every night the same goddamn nightmare of a memory.  I clamber out of my bed and approach my apartment’s kitchen; okay technically it’s a penthouse but that’s only because I saved from my supe days. No one nowadays even knows Amphitrite existed, works well for me though I can move around without being noticed. I get changed into my work clothes grabbing a breakfast bar before driving to Vought tower to start my day.

I scan my key card to get through security and head up to find Maeve. Being her PA wasn’t bad she was nice enough, I can understand where she comes from with her desire to see Homelander dead or replaced. My work for Maeve changed drastically when she decided to assist ‘The Boys’ in taking down Homelander and Vought she’d get me to get files on different supes for them to justly take down under Victoria Neuman’s organisation.

Today was different though, today was the day I’d been waiting for, for longer than I realised. Today was the day Maeve finally asked for me to find her what realistically could kill Homelander. Minutes later and I literally mean about five minutes tops, I gave her the file on my husband, I gave her Soldier Boy’s alleged cause of death. I’d stolen it about week after I was employed as Maeve’s PA. It’s why I came back to Vought decades later I needed to know what happened to my Ben, of course when I read the file I realised it was bullshit but, I didn’t have the connections that Butcher’s crew has. I’ve been waiting patiently for this day and it’s finally here. I gave her the folder and suggested she take them some temp V to even the playing field before covering her interview absences and two advertising companies.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Let Me See Inside Ch. 2

Series Summary: Can Rae help Ben find what he's looking for?

Chapter Summary: Rae is determined to find a way to reach Ben, but Ben shuts it down, every time.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some objectification of a woman, some cursing, show level violence. Some twisty brain shit. 😁

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Rae Stewart (OFC)

Word Count: 2,998

A/N: So, I won't say much about this series because I don't want to give away spoilers. But suffice it to say, I was unhappy with SB's ending on the show, so I needed to continue the story and change the ending. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Sorry it took me a while to put out this 2nd chapter. Hope you think it was worth the wait. ❤️

Spoilers for The Boys S3, E7, "Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed."

A/N 2: This chapter will also fulfill one of my prompts for the 30 Day Writing Challenge. The prompt used here will be: Write about dreaming.

Both the beautiful text dividers here and below were created by @firefly-graphics

Rae settled into the chair she'd likely be in for the next ten to twelve hours while she attempted to reach Ben in the twisted mess that was the inside of his mind.

She looked through the clear glass window that separated her from him, as the men in hazmat suits took Soldier Boy out of the cryo-sleep chamber and sat his unresisting body up in a chair facing her, fitting him with the headset that was the twin of the one she was wearing.

She didn't need the headset to get into Ben's mind, or to create scenarios there, but it amplified her control, and it allowed her to record their interactions so she could look back through them like digital memories. She'd been watching and rewatching every one of their dream scenarios, and she was becoming more and more discouraged.

He was simply too smart, too instinctual, too good a predator not to recognize when he was being preyed upon.

By this point, he was rejecting every scenario she made up for him, almost as soon as he entered them. He'd recognize them for what they were, and basically boot her out of his dream, usually by killing her. Then it would sometimes take her hours to find where his consciousness was existing inside his mind, and another hour or more to create a new scenario, planting the ideas and visuals in his head.

All this just to have his attention for five minutes before he figured it out and smashed her head into a wall.

It didn't actually, physically, hurt her in real life when he hurt her or killed her in the scenario, but she'd sort of jolt awake, and usually end up with a headache from trying so hard to reach him.

She could lessen the headaches if she let herself disappear into the dream completely, but she always tried to keep one foot in reality, one piece of her consciousness firmly bound to the hermetically-sealed room she was really sitting in. She did this partly because it made it easier to recover after she got booted out of Ben's mind, and partly so that she could keep an eye on Mallory's goons and stop them gassing Ben every ten minutes.

As she watched the hazmat men strap Soldier Boy down in the chair she thought back to her conversation with Mallory that morning. The Colonel was getting very frustrated with her lack of progress.

"For fuck's sake," she'd ranted at Rae, "just use your mojo to force him to do what we need him to do. Can't you just..."

She waved her arms a little wildly. "...zap his brain and force him to not stop going after Homelander until that son of a bitch is dead?"

Rae had gritted her teeth. "No, I can't just 'zap his brain'. His fucking brain has been 'zapped' enough! His mind is like a rat's nest of twisted ideas, fears, trauma, and rage. The last thing he needs is someone else trying to jam their own ideas and agenda into that ball of awful."

Mallory had remained standing in front of her desk, ramrod straight and scowling deeply at her.

Rae sighed. "Look I know how important this is, I know how badly we need him to end that god damn sociopath. But you have to trust that I know what I'm doing. Please. I need to try and reach him, get him to listen to me, so I can help him sort through all the shit that's been done to his mind. HE has to be the one to make the changes. If you want them to last, if you want them to be real, if you want to be able to ensure he's on our side? Then, he needs to get there himself."

Mallory had stared silently at her for a full minute. "You have two weeks. If he isn't ours by then, I'll be finding another way to make it happen."

Mallory had left her with that vague, unspecific warning. So, here she was, back with Soldier Boy once again - his unconscious, half dressed form facing her from the other side of the glass, challenging her to break through his defenses and instincts, to make him listen.

But she had a new idea this time and she was anxious to try it out. She was going to try and reach him where he was. Instead of finding his consciousness and then trying to trap it in a scenario she could control, she was going to try reaching him in his own dreams and memories. Maybe she could use them to her advantage.

It was much harder to do, harder to keep herself within his mind, his memories, rather than creating a scenario in her own mind and simply bringing him into it. But at this point, she was desperate and willing to try anything.

She put her headset on and took deep breaths. First she needed to find him.

***

Ben walked purposefully forward, eyes peeled for any sign of Mindstorm's mind-fuckery. His two newest "team members" walked a few paces behind him.

He was still, weeks on, wondering whether teaming up with new people was the smartest move.

Yeah okay, I know fuck all about this Flash Gordon technology bullshit they've been using to track everyone down, he thought, but I could have done it the old fashioned way. Could have tried anyway.

"Ben."

He turned abruptly at the sound of his name being called.

"What'd you say?"

Butcher and Hughie looked at him like he was crazy.

"What?" Butcher asked.

"What?" Ben asked back. Why were they acting like they hadn't heard it?

"Nothing mate," Butcher reassured him, "No one said nothin'."

He stared at them a moment longer and when he was satisfied they weren't messing with him, he scanned the area around them again, as he kept moving forward. No doubt Mindstorm was nearby and screwing with him.

He took one more step and felt the slight hitch that indicated he'd triggered a tripwire.

"Ah, fuck." He said, quietly chastising himself for missing it, just before the explosive shot him into the air.

***

"Ah!" Rae jolted in her seat as the force of the explosion knocked her from Ben's memory and she came back to reality. She'd found him relatively easily, and she'd tried to reach out to him immediately.

He'd clearly heard her, but had obviously thought it was Billy Butcher or Hughie Campbell that was calling him. That was interesting; usually when she reached out to someone in their mind, if they heard her, it halted the memory, or it made the memory dissolve away as the person realized something was different and the memory wasn't true.

But here, Ben seemed to be building her voice into his memory. Or maybe...

Her eyes widened as she contemplated something wild. What if on some level his consciousness had been aware of her, even then, even before she'd, chronologically speaking, entered his mind. A person's consciousness, psyche, and spiritual awareness were all extremely tightly bound together, and when you tried to break into it, strange things could happen.

It seemed as though Ben had been aware of her psychic presence even before he was physically tied to a chair and having his mind probed.

That was an incredibly strong connection; it hinted at something powerful between them, and that thought made Rae shiver slightly. The idea of being linked to this broken, haunted, titan was a very scary one. She wanted to help him, she'd seen enough of his nightmares, enough of his pain and torture to desperately want to help him heal.

But she'd seen other things too; his hate and his rage, the darkness that was always simmering in a deep, dark hole at the bottom of his mind and soul...and those things scared her to death. She didn't know if she could fix them. Everyone had darkness in them, but how much of that blackhole of darkness that existed inside this super soldier, was at the core of who Ben was, and how much was just the events of his life stretching it wider and wider?

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind to go back into his. She'd never know the answer if she didn't go look for it.

***

"So, we doin' this or not?" Ben demanded, restraining himself from rolling his eyes at the kid in front of him with difficulty. Little shit didn't have the first clue how to be a soldier and complete the god damn mission.

He turned away and Hughie bent to pick up the bag of crap he'd been carrying before Mindstorm hit them.

"Leave it. We gotta move fast." Ben ordered.

Suddenly, he could hear the voice again...distant and muffled; he couldn't make out words.

"Ah!" He held up a hand to halt Hughie. "You hear that?"

"Uh..." Hughie cleared his throat. "You might wanna lay off the weed, huh?"

"And you might wanna gargle my ball sack." Ben answered back baldly, refusing to let this little pissant have the last word.

He shook it off as just more of Mindstorm's bullshit and moved on.

***

Rae followed along in the memory Ben was reliving, occasionally calling out to him to try and get him to hear, but though he clearly heard her, he couldn't understand what was happening and he couldn't see her. To be fair, Rae herself could barely understand what was happening.

It felt different in these memories of his then it had ever felt inside someone else's head. It wasn't like she was just watching a projected image, it felt real to her, felt as if she really was walking along beside them through the forest, as though she had actually been there. She'd watched Ben slap Hughie hard across the face and before it even happened, somehow she knew what Ben was going to do.

Now, maybe it wasn't a hard guess to make that Soldier Boy was not about to put up with sass from someone who could have been his great grandson. But it was different, it wasn't as though she was simply anticipating it, it was like she was remembering it, like she'd been there when it happened.

On one hand all of this was fascinating to the scientist in her and on the other hand, the oddity of it all was freaking out the normal, ordinary, human part of her.

She continued on after them as they walked through a clearing in the tree line and out onto a highway. She saw a broken down car, with a nun and priest standing beside it, and she knew beyond a doubt that they were going to try and kill Ben and Hughie.

She could sort of see a glimmer around them, the work of another psychic, something that only her brain would see or comprehend; they'd been brainwashed. And it was as though she could almost remember what was about to happen.

"Ben." She reached out to try and halt him, but her hand passed right through him.

"Ben, they're dangerous. Don't trust them." She warned him as he walked forward and greeted them.

She realized she was warning him against something that had already happened. Whatever took place here, surely she couldn't affect the outcome. But she couldn't help it, as Ben moved forward to look at the car, she tried again.

"Ben. They've been brainwashed, you have to be careful."

"So where you guys headed?" Hughie asked.

It happened so fast that Rae let out a little scream along with the nun and Hughie when Ben pulled his pistol from the holster and shot a bullet straight into the middle of the priest's forehead.

"What the fuck?" Hughie yelled at him as the nun screamed on, and Rae was asking the same thing in her mind.

"This is Mindstorm's MO. He brainwashed them. That priest was gonna shank us and she will too." Ben said in justification for his actions.

"She doesn't look brainwashed to me." Hughie reasoned and Rae nodded.

No, she didn't, at least not to anyone but another psychic like her. Had Ben heard her, and on some level, understood? Is that why he'd taken the priest out so quickly? If she hadn't warned him in this memory, would he have known to act in the moment? Which came first? Chicken or egg? Conscious or Subconscious?

Her brain felt like it might split open.

As Hughie tried to reason with him, Rae was surprised by Ben's reaction when Hughie told him he had PTSD; he looked offended. It made Rae frown, how did he know what that acronym stood for? They didn't call it that back in the day, they called it -

"First of all, I don't have Shell Shock, fuck you."

Exactly! Rae thought as she frowned at him.

How did he know that PTSD was the modern day equivalent of Shell Shock? The only explanation she could come up with as she followed them onwards was that he'd looked up Shell Shock and found out what it was called nowadays.

Which meant, that he'd known he was experiencing Shell Shock, or at least been worried he might be. She knew that he blacked out after going nuclear, which was likely very terrifying in and of itself. Obviously, it had bothered him enough that he'd forced himself to use the technology he hated to try and figure out what was happening to him.

Before she could contemplate it further, his memory jumped ahead and they were standing inside a very rundown cabin, more of a tool shed than anything.

Suddenly she saw Hughie pop out of existence and leave his clothes behind. She heard the pop again and Ben bolted around the corner of the shelves they'd been hiding behind.

"Shit!" He cursed at Hughie's absence.

Rae stood behind him and when he spun back around, he suddenly pulled up short, and she could tell that he saw her even before he raised his gun and pointed it at her heart.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Rae put her hands up in front of her in surrender. "It's okay, Ben, I'm not here to hurt you."

She wasn't sure why he could see her suddenly. Was there a chink in his mental armor somewhere that she'd wormed through?

She continued trying to keep him calm. "I know you're in the middle of a mission, so someone just popping up out of nowhere is gonna give you reason to shoot first and ask questions later. But, I promise, I'm just here to help you."

His frown was deep. "Help me how?"

She nodded. "Okay, I'm going to tell you something, and it's going to piss you off, or you're gonna think I'm nuts, but I need you not to shoot me, please."

He held his shield up in front of him and his hand that held the gun was balanced along the top. "Well, I think that's going to depend on just how much you piss me off." He said with an angry smirk.

She nodded again. "Right, so...you're not really here, right now. This is...a...a memory. This has already happened. I swear to you I don't work for your old teammate, but I have psychic powers too, and I'm here with you in a memory."

His blank, steely glare was all she got in return, but she wasn't dead yet, so she continued.

"My name is Rae Stewart. I work for the U.S. Government, under the supervision of Lieutenant-Colonel Grace Mallory. And we both want to help you, save you."

"Save me from what?" He asked in a scoffing tone, but she saw him drop his shoulders half an inch and his finger moved off the trigger to rest along the barrel of the gun.

"We want to help deprogram whatever the Russians did to you, help to keep you from going nuclear without realizing it's happening, try to stop you blacking out afterwards." Rae explained, swallowing hard as she saw his gaze sharpen and harden, his jaw clenching.

"Fuck you." He said harshly. "I don't need to be saved from anything, honey. Certainly not by some skirt who looks like she just walked out of a fucking Playboy centerfold."

He licked his lips. "You say this is a dream? Well then Jesus, sweetheart, get on your fucking knees and start making my dreams come true."

Rae gritted her teeth. She could see the defense mechanism a mile away. He felt vulnerable that she knew about the PTSD, so his automatic response was to make her feel degraded and vulnerable, so he'd have the upper hand again.

Knowing what he was doing didn't make her want to smack him across the face any less. But instead, she drew in a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "I am not a Playboy Bunny, Ben. I'm a doctor, I'm a scientist actually and -"

Bang!

One shot through her forehead, just like the priest and suddenly she was whooshed out of the grubby cabin and back into the white, sterile room, staring at Soldier Boy, drugged and wired up on the other side of the window.

Right, she thought, sighing at her own stupidity, he's probably not a big fan of scientists after forty years of being tortured by them.

She was annoyed that she'd ended up booted out of his dreamscape again, but this time, she had hope.

She'd gotten to him in his own memories, and there, she'd been insanely connected to him, connected at a precognition level. She'd made him hear her and then see her, and before she'd misspoke, he had actually been listening. She could reach him again.

And if he would listen, maybe she could help free him of all the toxic shit he had running through his brain; maybe she could do more than just make him a good weapon.

Maybe she really could save him.

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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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[septixtrash]

Payback and Retribution pt.1

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: language, drug and alcohol mentions, substance abuse, depression, bad coping mechanisms, slow burn

Summary: To say you missed him would be an understatement, you didn't just miss Soldier Boy, you died when he did...

A/N: thank you to everyone reblogging, requesting, and liking my posts it means a lot! This is part one to a small series I'm doing. I'm also trying to work on writing more, crafting my work. If you enjoy this please let me know!

You had been told to stay in the States, rally the country against the Nazis. Told that the rest of Payback would be stationed in Nicaragua to bring more supes to the frontlines. As much as you wanted to join your team, and your boyfriend, you did as you were told. You knew they all could handle anything thrown at them. You did a pretty fine damn job on your side too, more people were signing onto the reserves. Everything seemed to be going fine, until you got that fateful call.

Crimson Countess was the one to tell you, over the phone no less. She cried, “He's gone, Soldier Boy didn't make it. We did everything we could, I'm so sorry!” You stayed silent on your end of the line, shellshocked only a second.

“What…?” She had to repeat herself twice before it registered to you.

“You're lying. There's no way Ben would go down without a fight! Why didn't you fucking save him?”

She never answered your question.

You couldn't let it sink in that the man you loved was dead. That the Russians stole his body, that Vought didn’t send Payback to go retrieve it.

They informed the media a week later that Soldier Boy was gone, that he died a hero. They also told the world they were kicking you off the team. Said you needed a break. You couldn't fucking care less, your main reason being on the team was gone, it didn't matter anymore. Without Ben, you didn't care about what happened to you.

Burying a casket without a body inside hit you hard, harder than if he were inside it. It crushed you not knowing what happened to his body. While you grieved, the rest of your former team didn't seem to care, only crying in front of cameras.

You took up drinking and drugs, looking for every chance to ease the pain in your heart though it never lasted long enough, there was no cure for your heartache. People around you suggested seeking therapy, talking to someone, go to rehab. Fuck that and fuck them, nobody seemed to understand that you didn't want to move on, that you didn't want to seek help. The drugs dulled you down around the edges, made you numb in way nothing else could. You liked being alone, you didn't need anyones help. At least in the silence, the memories of him would come back…

You craved the little things about him the most. The tick of his jaw when he was angry, the brown freckles that dusted his face. The gentleness he had when it came to you, a side of him no one else got to see. The way he take your hand in his own, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You missed his snoring, the long nights of him holding you tightly, You missed how passionate he was about one day marrying you, he’d talk about the pretty little house you’d buy and the picket white fence he wanted out front. Two little kids by his side as he grilled burgers in the backyard. He desperately wanted to be a father, to be a better dad than his own father ever was, to prove him wrong…

That's what the Russians took from you, not just Ben but the possibility of the future you two had planned.

The world forgot about you. They barely remembered Soldier Boy either. You knew it was bound to happen, though you didn't expect it to happen as quick as it did…

It had been 40 fucking years since he died when you heard his name again. You'd been sitting around, doped up when a knock at your door startled you.

Nobody ever came to visit you, you were positive that you didn't order takeout, so who the fuck could it be?

You dropped the joint you were smoking, leaving it in an ashtray on your coffee table before heading towards the door.

You had to look down and make sure you at least had a shirt on, before opening it.

The skinniest white guy you think you'd ever seen stood in front of you, seeming to be stumbling over himself. A rough looking bearded man behind him grasped his shoulder, shaking him.

“Oi, Y/N right?”

You look at him up and down, before raising an eyebrow.

“What do you want?” You sighed.

That's when the bearded fucker grinned ear to ear. “We got a proposition for ya!”

You roll your eyes before moving to shut the door when he puts his foot in the door frame. “We found 'im. Your boyfriend, Soldier Boy. He's alive.”

Why would a complete stranger knock on your door only to fuck with you?

“I've heard it all before, look if you want an autograph, come back tomorrow or something, fuck.”

The skinny one's eyes widen, another fucking fanboy. Great.

“H-he's not lying! Vought had the Russians kidnap him! Payback was the one to give him to them, the reason you weren't there was because they knew the wouldn't be able to contain you both!”

“Why should I believe you?” you say crossing your arms. This wasn't something you'd heard before…

“We have someone on the inside of Vought, gave us the files on his location on where he's being held. The Russians never killed him, they've been using him as their science experiment. We need your help in breaking him out.”

The bigger man steps forward, we extending his hand. “I'm Butcher, that's Hughie. We got some beef with Homelander, Soldier Boy is our only chance at taking 'im down. Now how about you join us, come get some payback on those fuckers who betrayed you, and bring him home? You up for it?”

You think for a second. “Sure, why the fuck not? It's not like I've got anything else going on…”

“Fuck yeah.”

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pairing: soldier boy/ben x wife!reader.

rating: fluff, implied smut.

warning: bens's pov, very soft ben, implied pregnant sex, praising, horny reader, antiquated mentality....

word count: 2.4k

summary: ben's discovering new life affairs while expecting his first baby.

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Soldier Boy guzzled down his third raw drink before he decided to call it a day and go home. He took off his supe gear and changed into more casual clothes in the dressing room in his quarters at Vought's tower after he took a quick shower. He shook his head with a sneer when he tugged the shirt above his head, remembering her telling him —bossing him— that he wasn't to come home stinking with blood and cigars and whiskey and Vought. Soldier Boy didn't take shit from anyone, but he found himself helpless against her wishes—orders. He was grinning though, amusedly so. Sometimes he wondered where his obedient and good wife went. He liked that version of her, nonetheless.

Though he liked to think that his baby was igniting her wild spirit, his pretty wife seemed to have gotten quite sensitive to strong scents, and her stomach grew weak ever since he got her pregnant with their first child four months ago. It was chiselled in his mind; the memory of her hoping onto his chest with happy shrieks when he returned from work affirming the news.

He had been sensing the baby's presence for a week thanks to his superhuman senses before that, and he'd told her that night to go check on it with a doctor. They were eagerly trying to have a baby so it was of no surprise, but it still pulled a huge smile on his lips and made pride swell in his chest. He was going to be a father in nine months. The thing he wanted to be the most.

But as it turned out, pregnancy wasn't as magical as his mind fantasised to be. It wasn't all fuzzy and beautiful like he imagined. He cursed the damn commercials for that. Fucking marketing.

The first couple of months were rough. Morning sickness, vomiting, ungodly cravings at ungodly hours, horrendous mood swings, and worst of all; minimum intimacy. She'd become fragile unlike her nature. And she got overly concerned that he might hurt the baby whenever he suggested penetrative sex. Orals were, certainly, out of the equation. It was both frustrating and maddening to say the least. He was a fucking man and had needs. The best he could get was quick and not so enthusiastic handies from time to time when she could provide. Long story short, he was growing blue balls from the ordeal. Fuck, he used to make fun of men who couldn't get laid properly. The irony had such an impact on his ego; his pride of being a fucking man.

It was not easy for someone like him to stay faithful to his partner. He rarely recognised commitment before he met her, and being surrounded by blatant temptations all the time didn't make things any better. He could have anyone at any time, ladies would eagerly kneel and suck him off without a question if he wanted them to. But he'd be damned if he wasn't in charge of his own self. He'd be damned if he dared to break her heart. He'd be damned if he ruined his family, a family he never thought he'd ever have, for such vagaries.

In time, however, pregnancy did prove itself to be the most beautiful of all affairs. Surprisingly so. Whenever he spooned her up hugging her from behind, he found odd tranquillity of hearing hers and the babe's rhythmical heartbeats, or when he caressed her bumping tummy, feeling his child's life forming inside of her body, a creature they both made, lack of sex seemed to be durable and trivial at some point. Something he himself wouldn't believe before. But here he was. His disgust and appal from what pregnancy entailed gradually dissipated and were replaced with zeal and thrill. And most certainly, he enjoyed the changes of her body the most. Ben just loved the way her boobs were swelling up with milk, and the way her stomach was flourishing with his child. Boob massage was something he greatly took pleasure in. Kneading her sore breasts while hearing her moans of relief. He'd come to learn that intimacy could be found in many other things than sex.

Ben noticed he'd come to hating every moment he spent away from them. His temper got much worse, his teammates observed. And he became more aggressive than he already was when fighting crime. The happiest moment of his day was when he dropped the shield and took the helmet off to head home, where his beautiful wife would be eagerly waiting to have dinner with him even though most of the nights he'd come home and find her dozing off on the couch where she'd been waiting for him. He'd carry her to their bedroom and have dinner by himself — he skipped that very often — then slip right behind her on the bed holding her close to his body. The concept of coming back home to someone was so much alluring to him. He felt his life was complete. Real.

Ben arrived at their penthouse, assuming he'd find her soundly sleeping while she stayed awaiting him. He didn't announce his return loudly as he used to do before the pregnancy. He didn't want to wake her up. But much to his surprise — and delight, Ben found the place dimly lit with scented candles, sensuous silence prevailing within the air.

Ben's eyes glimmered, and an instant wolfish grin slipped into his lips when his eyes landed on his wife's figure as she clambered down the stairs. A thin, short gown with a raunchy red colour hugged her frame, its fabric was so thin that he could see her skin glowing through the red. Her breasts were full, putting her cleavage on more display. Whereas the bump of her belly was deliciously visible. Her hair was neatly styled and spruced up and her pretty face was elegantly painted with make-up.

“Welcome home, Ben,” She warbled with a smile, eyes filled with sultry desire as she strolled down to him. He was dazzled by her appearance, he was practically eating her with his eyes. Fuck, pregnancy did make her much prettier. “Hope you didn't have dinner yet 'cause I made you something special tonight.”

Her palm grazed his stubbled cheek. Ben leaned into her touch, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm, a grin gracing his mouth. “'Course I didn't. Why the fuck would I eat outside when I have a capable wife like you at home?”

She giggled gleefully at his statement as he pulled her flush against his body. He eyed her with a hazed gaze. Her mouth was luring him in, deliciously so. He liked that lipstick shade on her lips so much. He couldn't but to give in to the utter temptation. Ben tilted his head down and captured them in a burning kiss. An instant moan escaped her throat as his mouth passionately pressed to hers. Her arms encircled his neck, hands combing through his brown hair. He synced their heads for a better angle, and deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into her warm mouth. His hands brushed her sides then her ass.

He broke the kiss momentarily and she gasped vehemently. He could hear the rapid pace of her heart and the gushing blood through her vein, pooling down in her groin. He crushed her lips again, hands travelling up to remove the dress but she squealed and pulled back.

“Benjamin, dinner's gonna get cold!” She laughed again when he buried his face in her neck, kissing her skin softly.

“Is that really what you're fucking concerned about now?” He grumbles in a teasing tone.

She giggled, “Should I be concerned about something else—woah!” Ben grabbed her hips and lifted her effortlessly, heading to the living room with her pretty legs around his hips. His lips plundering hers again all the way until they reached the couch where he sat with her straddling his lap. The kiss went wild once they settled comfortably on the couch. His big hands stroked her thighs ardently. They trailed up to her ass giving it a firm squeeze and she moaned in his mouth, plucking the rim of her satin panties. He smirked into the kiss, fingers tracing down to her core. His grin widened when he met her bare cunt.

“Oh, baby,” He rasps when she rolls her hips slowly, pressing her cunt on his clothed cock, “Aren't you a pretty fucking tease?” He tugged at the lip of the crotchless panties, a mischievous grin playing on his mouth.

She guffawed with a coquettish tilt of her head, and his cock twitched in an immediate response. However, the innocent look on her face opposed the tortuous pace of her hips. She was fucking tantalising him with those hips. And he fucking liked it despite the screaming urge growing in his chest to flip her over and fuck her raw. Oh, she did like it rough, the little slut. She liked to be beneath him and beg him to go harder and faster, to yank her hair and make her choke on his dick. She loved how he manhandled her with his superhuman strength despite being only a human, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't take great pleasure in it too. Ben's nothing if doesn't live to be in charge. He'd been shocked that a tiny woman like her could handle him as such. But he was quick to remember that she was with his fucking child. He couldn't go rough on her like he used to do even if they both craved it.

She didn't stop her torment as her delicate hands rested on his shoulders for support. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal soaking his crotch and he growled, “Holy fuck, you gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours, or you planning on making me cream my pants?”

Her lips twisted wickedly, “Depends,”

“On fucking what?” He grunted, brows furrowed, puzzled. He was way too hard and drunk by her scent to clearly think or read between her lines, “Baby, you're fucking killing me here.”

“Aw, am I to seal the greatest era of America's history?” She giggled again, “What an honour.”

Then it clicked. The fucking slut. She was tempting him to ravish her. Maybe he should, but again, he worried about her and the child. Because honestly, he wasn't so sure if he could restrain himself if he unbridled that side of his.

Then his mouth splitted in a huge grin, brushing his cheek to hers to grumble in her ear, “The only honour you're gonna get is milking my cock empty in that slutty pussy of yours.” He chuckled triumphantly when he sensed her shivering in delight. Leaning his head backward, he saw her chewing on her lower lip adorably with a cute pinkish red dusting across her face, whereas her eyes were searing with covetousness. Ben pecked her nose and lifted her up again, gently. She trilled a series of choppy laughters and playfully kicked her legs when he carried her to their bedroom.

Needless to say, she took whatever honour he bestowed upon her like a champ.

He was craving a whiff of a cigar. He used to smoke after a good fuck in bed, she'd even share him a couple of drags sometimes. But since it was off the table — temporarily — he focused on and enjoyed her fingers running on his chest.

Fuck, pregnant sex did feel amazing. He gotta admit. He did hear from here and there that a woman with child, at some point of her pregnancy, would be touched by sudden and high libidinousness. But fuck, didn't that catch him off guard. And fuck, if he didn't enjoy it down to the last minute detail. And dare he say, it was the best sex he ever had. It was perfect; she was perfect.

Never did he think that he'd find home, his real home in a simple elementary school teacher he met on one of his tours throughout the country. A beautiful and smart woman who always kept him on his toes and had him wrapped around her pretty fingers.

Ben smiled and kissed the crown of her head, and slowly, it turned into a trail of kisses down her face. Then he captured her lips, and soon enough, they were engaging in a heated make-out session.

“Ben,” She whispered as she gazed at him, voice a bit hoarse from screaming and crying beneath him for hours.

His hand was rubbing circles on her ass languidly, “What is it, dollface?” He drawls with a thick voice.

“Sorry for not being a good wife for you the last couple of months.” She said meekly, bringing his hands to cradle them in hers, while he just frowned at her words, “They were tough times on me, on us.” She sighed, pressing light kisses on his rough hands, “But everything's gonna be set right again, I promise.”

Ben's frown only got deeper when he noticed the lick of fear and desperation in her eyes and voice. Fuck, she was scared shitless. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His wife was scared if he was screwing around on her because of her lack of attention due to the pregnancy, for she used to shower him with doting and devotion as a good wife did. Fuck, did he, by any mean, do anything wrong to arise such qualms in her? He certainly did not. Then he fucking remembered that nasty reputation of his that proceeded him.

Fuck, gotta reassure her and chill her the fuck down. He can't have her in such a position. He can't have his home in such a precarious, dark place. Not after what the two of them had done to build what they had up. He wouldn't allow it.

“Hey,” He passed rough-padded thumbs under the lines of her eyes, palms caressing her cheeks, “Nothing went fucking wrong to set back right, sweetheart,” Then he gave her belly tender strokes, “You're an amazing wife,”

She was; everyday she woke up, five in the morning, to prepare him a delicious-ass breakfast. She took it upon herself to be his barber and shaved his beard almost everyday and trimmed his hair every now and then. She was patient when he wasn't. She embraced him when he was practically a walking ticking bomb. She patched him up — when needed — at night when he'd return to her roughed up from fighting crimes. She soothed him down when frustrated and angry. She took his bad temper and relieved it thoroughly. She was everything. She was home.

Ben's finger flicked her nose playfully, “As I'm fucking sure yer gonna be an amazing hot momma,”

Ah, here it was, the sheepish smile that reached her eyes. He'd fucking cherish it forever.

He kissed her forehead, “You're perfect; my perfect wife, my perfect home.”

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Hi Zep! Question for you. I know awhile back you did a review on Supes Ain't Always Heroes and was wondering if you recommend it from an overall perspective. I've been thinking of grabbing my own copy. Obviously the Soldier Boy stuff interests me but I was curious if you think the other topics covered are done just as well/are as interesting? I love the show as a whole and what they do so I'm hoping it does.

Also more Take Me Home today? Made my day! I'm going to check it out once I get some writing in this afternoon!

Hey, Luci!

Oh God yes, Supes Ain’t Always Heroes: Inside the Complex Character and Twisted Psychology of The Boys is a fantastic book if you're a fan of The Boys, not just Soldier Boy.

In my review of the book (for those who want to take a look, you can find it here), I gave an overview with some of the major themes and questions explored by the author, and my favorite aspects of character psychology of characters like Butcher and Homelander, as well as Soldier Boy, of course.

What this book is: A masterful deep dive. A study on character psychology, the source of the comic and show’s inspiration, and the narrative themes illustrated in The Boys that parallel American culture and our real lives. It includes interviews from one of the comic’s creators, Darick Robertson, The Krip himself (Eric Kripke), and actors Jim Beaver (Robert Singer), Aya Cash (Stormfront), Chace Crawford (The Deep), Jessie T. Usher (A-Train), Nathan Mitchell (Black Noir), and of course, Jensen Ackles (Soldier Boy).

^If you're into that, you're going to love this book. And as a writer, any chance I get to explore character psychology is just good research. The more I know about a character and how to get into their head, explore their motivations and the traumas that have shaped them, the better I can try to write those characters.

And yay!! I so hope you enjoy Take Me Home - Part 3. I think it's a fun one. 😘 Happy writing, friend! 💕

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