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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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blue sunday

cw: violence, you get sucker punched, mention of bad relationships (it’s solider boy what do you expect), angst, probably OOC Ben, not proofread

a/n: poor little soldier boy, I wanna hit him with my car

He shows on your front doorstep and you look at him like he’s a ghost.

Because he is.

Solider boy is here, standing in front of you like he never left, with his old suit (that fits like a glove) and hollow sunken eyes. He’s still young, still beautiful, still exquisitely damaged. You gape, blinking and staring at the space in front of you as if he’ll disappear at any second. It’s like staring into your old Polaroid pictures.

You reach a hand out, trying to touch him to see if he’ll dissipate into thick cloudy smokes. He’s looking at you with a pursed mouth and clenched fists.

“Ben? You’re-“ You don’t even get to finish before a hard fist is thrown at your mouth. You stumble back, the pain blossoms across your jaw, a severing ache spreading through your gums and it fades just as quickly as it happens. He fucking sucker punched you. You haven’t felt anything like it in decades.

“Fucking bitch.” He’s spitting out the words, it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice since Nicaragua. The deep Philly accent with that doesn’t take bullshit baritone.

He’s spilling with poorly kept rage. A muddled frenzy, brimming with this feral sense of betrayal and tragedy. Still blanketed by the sheer grief of his own suffering. You cup your face, staring up at him with wide eyes. You still don’t know if this is real or not. Maybe Mindstorm was fucking with you again.

“You sold me out.” He steps forward, boots dragging across your carpet as he crowds you into your own home.

“You left me to fucking die.” Soldier boy is heaving, eyes narrowed as memories of bullets being shot down his throat and needles jammed into his sockets flood his mind.

Your brows furrow and your chin wobbles, you haven’t done this in years, you don’t want to use your powers on him. Your palm is quick to meet his face, the smack loud and reverberating you’re sure your neighbors heard. His head hardly even moves, but he parts his lips at the feeling.

“Fuck you,” your eyes are wet, they burn, and you resist the urge to cry in front of him. He’s never been a sweetheart, but it still makes your heart sting.

“Fucking asshole, I-“ Solider boy is wild, pupils blown and glassy as he wraps his hand around your throat, you’re slammed against the wall and you feel the air leave your lungs from the impact. There’s a dent where your head hits the wall.

He bares his teeth at you, he hates the feeling in his chest when you sputter and grab his wrist. Your warm skin is so familiar, the thump of your racing heart is like a comfort he didn’t know he still wanted.

“Why’d you do it?” He mumbles, thumb resting on your pulsing artery. He feels his own tears well up and he snarls, pushing down the feeling.

You look at his face. That beautiful broken face that you’ve longed for all these years, the one that you dreamed of and thought about punching and kissing.

“I didn’t do anything Ben,” his hand tightens at the way his name rolls off your tongue. It’s so soft, so familiar. He hasn’t been called that in so long. He used to dream of how you’d say his name, the way you’d whisper it into his scattered mind when he was getting shot up with poison and pumped full of radiation.

You were there in Nicaragua when he disappeared, but you never saw when Payback sold him out. You weren’t meant to, Vought made sure of it. Your lips tremble and you curl your mouth downwards into that pretty crying expression, “I- I looked for you, for so long I tried getting you back.”

He looks over your shoulder and stares at the static of the wall. Squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his resolve crumbling.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You hold the hand that’s curled around your neck, thumbing at the back like how you used to when you were both drunk and acting in love. When you’d giggle and hold his hand, tracing the veins with your fingers till he fell asleep from the feeling. Ben’s eyes soften, the grip on your windpipe loosening.

He’s never been an easy lover, far from it. There were days you’d fight for hours on end, screaming at one another till late into the night before you’d fuck and make up. He was a bomb, ticking and counting down the milliseconds before he would explode. Getting high and drunk and rambling about how he’s the real hero, the real reason you all were anything worthy.

But he was always there. Always constant. And during those Payback days when you both were alone and vying for approval, you stood beside each other. Even now, with his hand around your neck and his fried brain making up accusations- you still hold out for him.

And he knows, he knows now you didn’t do it.

“Please, Ben, believe me-“ His hand slips up to cup your jaw and he smashes his mouth to yours. Your teeth clack and your lips slide across one other. It’s not sweet or picture-perfect, it’s messy and needy and god he’s craved this.

He can feel the tears slip down your cheeks, the salty cool trails leaking onto his own face as he tilts his head and kisses you with so much vigor it makes you breathless. Your fingers card into his hair, smoothing along the nape of his neck as you feel him beneath your palms. Solid, real.

He inhales, smelling that familiar scent of starflower and whiskey, perfect. You’re still so perfect. Soft tongue sliding along your lower lip as he pushes it inside, he wants to taste every inch of you again. His fingers dig into your skin, he can’t help but want to slide them across your flesh.

When he pulls away your lips are kiss-swollen, your face hot, and you lean your forehead onto his. You hold him so close, not daring to let him go again.

“I used to wait for you to come save me.” He mumbles, it’s so sad and broken you feel a part of yourself die at the admission.

“I would’ve come for you, wherever you were I would’ve saved you. But Vought they-“ you hang your head.

He shushes you, hands sliding down your waist to hold you against his chest. He doesn’t blame you, at least not anymore.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I understand.” He’s content with this, being back in this time period is strange and unnerving. But having you here, it’s easing the hurt.

It reminds him of moments he never thought he’d get to experience and it pangs an ache in his chest. A sterling shimmering offset nostalgia that sticks like peach jam to the roof of his mouth. It’s palpable and so close, but somehow he can’t hold it tightly, and it barely makes it. Slipping away from yesterday and crashing onto smothered grass.

You collapse into his chest, head tucking into his shoulder as you sigh out every heavy-weight emotion in your system. He’ll never tell you this but, you’re the only reason he never gave up. And he’d go through all of Vought just to make sure you were happy again.

Anything for you.

#little soldier boy Ben #val.writes ❦#the boys.✮#the boys x you #the boys x reader #soldier boy x reader #solider boy x you #soldier boy #the boys

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4ng3l-0n-34rth · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

warnings: domestic violence/aggression, manipulation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 2 months

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INTERRUPTED (Parts I & II)

A short two-part comic (total of 20 pages + 8 extras) by me! (for me lol)

Fandoms: Ninja Showdown (Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja x Xiaolin Showdown)

Ship: My Immortal Soul (First Ninja x Chase Young)

A comic where nothing really happens! But it contains a lot of half-naked men. So like, kids avert your eyes and adults don’t open it at work or whatever. ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

thanks for checking it out <3

#ninja showdown #my immortal soul #first ninja x chase young #first ninja #rc9gn first ninja #chase young #rc9gn #xiaolin showdown #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #long post #i mean sorta! just be aware if you accidently click read more #CACKLING HOLLERING FUCK YE IM DONE WITH MY SHITTY SELF INDULGENT COMIC now i wanna slurp some coffee&sleep #this is for me myself and I and like 11 people who i seduced into this ship. hope you all enjoy this meal boos <3 #my goal is to make at least one other person to go awooga about at least ONE image here ;3 hope someone can enjoy the bois #fun fact! In second week of me drawing this we got hit by an earthquake at like 1am so strong our building wobbled for like solid minute+#&aftershocks (which is a lot for my region) and I legit for a second expected that the last thing I ever drew would be Chase's tiddies lol #fun fact 2! i planned to finish this much earlier but i got hit with a killer migrain and than decided fuck it we postponning til 14th #it will make it ~thematic~. sorta. i guess? romance is only implied in this ship lol there is more tension here

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uncasualfangirl · 1 year

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THIS MAN NEED TO BE ILLEGAL CAUSE THIS RIGHT HERE IS GOING TO HAVE ME BREAKING SOME LAWS 🥵🥵🥵

Thanks to the person on Twitter who posted this 😁😁 you made my freaking day

#how can one man be so fine #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #this man will be the death of me #im dead #dean x reader #sam and dean #dean winchester x reader #supernatural dean #dean winchester #deanwinchtser #the boys #solider boy #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen #big sky #im going to commit a crime

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princessmisery666 · 10 months

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Please don't leave. Jensen Ackles and reader

Please Don't Leave

Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right?

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

W/C: 4.3k

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. Small Parts/Mentioned: Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Gen Padalecki.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: For the purpose of this fic, Jensen is not and never has been married.

A/N: This drabble got way out of hand.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // any mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: Title card Jensen photo credit - https://twitter.com/_AlanaKing_ Soldier Boy image from Variety. Fly video belongs to me.

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // Main // Made Up Fic Titles

“Help me understand,” you implore.

The first domino to set off the chain reaction was in the form of a famous and beautiful actress, Mae Nova, sliding into Jensen’s DM’s—a very detailed offer with an accompanying photo that you saw by no fault of your own. How is irrelevant. Why is the issue. Why didn’t he delete it or immediately set her straight?

“You’re the one that wanted this, Jay,” you say when he remains silent. “You're the one who pursued me, convinced me we should try and turn the ten years of friendship into something more.”

“I know.” He sighs, pushing a hand through his longer hair. “And I don’t regret a second of the last six months we’ve been together…” he doesn’t say it; however, the ‘but’ demands attention like a flickering light.

“But you're having second thoughts?”

“No!” he denies vehemently, finally looking you in the eye. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Well, one of us has to!”

He shakes his head, exhaling loudly. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, sounding like a broken record. His heart rate is running high, and his chest heaves with every breath, but his vocabulary appears to be running low.

You tsk, fighting back a scathing comment about needing a script writer to make him talk. But it wouldn’t be fair. He’s not a man who runs from his emotions. He’s just trying to make sense of it all like you are. You have to remind yourself he’s not Dean Winchester. He doesn’t look much like him anymore either; longer hair, beard growing almost wildly, no plaid in sight in the Soldier Boy wardrobe at the back of the fancy trailer.

Is that where the lines blurred? Working together for so long on Supernatural, have you both confused the other for your characters and their feelings toward the other?

“You can stop saying your sorry. I forgive you,” you say, and he turns a watery gaze your way. It almost breaks your resolve, but you realize it’s down to you to be the strong one. “I just need to understand why? Why didn’t you reply and tell her you're in a relationship? You’ve done it a hundred times before.”

“I don’t know.”

To make matters worse, Mae had landed a role on The Boys and would be working alongside Jensen.

“Jensen, you spent fifteen years of your life devoted to Supernatural, ten of those with me around. I think you were scared of the end, afraid of losing such a big part of yourself.”

“I was,” he agrees, in a whisper as if you speaking the words is the reason for his realization of it being the truth.

“Maybe us being together was a knee-jerk reaction?” you suggest, “a way to cling onto the past.” You take a deep breath, and your chest tightens as if begging yourself not to say the next part. “Maybe you need a clean break, see what the world looks like without Supernatural… without me.”

“What? No.” He looks offended but can’t hold eye contact and doesn’t offer anything further.

You can’t keep going around in circles, so you make a decision, sitting down at the small table and firing up your laptop.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, rushing to look over your shoulder, perhaps worried you’ll take it upon yourself to reply to the woman. “Searching for flights back home?” Jensen says, panic clear in his tone. Harshly he slams the laptop shut, and you look up at him. “You can’t leave.”

“Give me a reason to stay.”

“Me, us!” he yells, “we can work this out.”

You stand up and gently press your lips to his. Jensen’s hand automatically goes to the small of your back, guiding you around the chair to better press himself against you.

The kiss is natural and unhurried, but there’s too much tension in his body, and you know it’s because he feels it, too. This is your last kiss.

A little breathless, you pull back. “I don’t wanna fight, Jensen.”

“Me neither.”

“So let me be the bad guy,” you say, heart aching but trying to hold it together. “Let me walk away before the wound is too big to save our friendship.”

He grimaces as if tasting something bitter but nods once, “I’m sorry.”

It’s been a long day. All Jensen wanted to do was take a shower and crash, but Karl convinced him to go for dinner with the cast and crew.

The conversation is light, everyone enjoying their food and making small talk. It’s nice enough, but it’s incomplete because you're not there.

He wishes it was you beside him instead of Mae. The seating arrangements have no rhyme or reason. It just happened that way. But still, he almost resents that she’s the one next to him. So much has happened in the weeks since he last saw you. He wants to share it all with you, and wants to know how you are - if you’re struggling with his absence as much as he is with yours.

“Okay there, Ackles?” Jack asks, “You're a world away.”

“Yeah,” he lies, sitting up straighter and smiling. “Just thinking…”

Karl must know the look of a man missing his significant other because he asks, “About your girl?”

“Yeah,” Jensen admits, sighing heavily. He hasn't told anyone you broke up, and there’s been no speculation in the tabloids.

“Tell us about her. You never did tell us about your first date,” Jack says, “we all know you met on Supernatural, but not the story of your first date.”

Jack’s an awesome guy, sweet and kind, he doesn’t know the reminder is like a kick in the teeth, but Jensen obliges.

Jensen hurried across the lot, a coffee in each hand, the brown paper bag containing two cinnamon rolls dangling from his mouth. He was late, and Jared would give him shit for it, but it would be worth whatever Jared threw at him if it improved your morning.

Your latest Instagram post was a photo of a fly swimming in your coffee with the caption: “It was my last coffee pod. This just topped off a crappy weekend😭. #HappyMonday”. You were one hundred percent a coffee snob. You made it in a particular way using a fancy - and stupidly expensive - machine. You wouldn’t settle for the coffee on set. You’d rather go without. However, Jensen knew when you didn’t get her morning beverage, you’d be grumpy all day, and he hated to see you without a smile.

He headed for the makeup trailer, knowing that’s where you’d be. He kicked the bottom of the door gently as a way of knocking, then waited.

He didn’t expect Jared to be the one to open it. He wasn’t due in makeup for another half-hour, but his lanky frame filled the space of the open door. “Look who decided to show up,” Jared jeered playfully.

“Shut up,” Jensen mumbled around the bag, walking past him.

You were already there, looking through clothes on the rack, but stopped to smile at him. “Morning, Jay.”

“Here,” he said, handing over the coffee that was for you. “Hi, hey, morning.”

Confusion wrinkled your brow, but you took it. “Um, thanks.”

“I saw your Instagram, and I know how cranky you get without your coffee, and you said you had a shit weekend, so I wanted to try and make it better,” Jensen vomited words without thinking. “I don’t like seeing you upset, and you’ve been down a lot lately, and I just thought maybe this would help, some, a little, maybe.” Breathlessly he shrugged and prayed the floor would open up and swallow him.

Your smile beamed, and you lifted the cup to your nose, inhaling the aroma, and hummed contentedly, “Mmm. You even got my order right,” you said and stepped closer to him to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s cause you're always posting about it on social media,” quipped Jared.

You tutted, rolling your eyes at your co-star but kept your eyes locked on Jensen. Dropping back down from your tiptoes, you said, “Thank you for this. It means a lot that you thought of me.”

“It’s nothing,” he lied. It was everything, and as your kiss dried on his cheek, it reminded him of your evening plans. “I know you’ve got a long day ahead, especially with your date later.”

As part of a charity event, you had agreed that they auction off a date with you. The auction had been silent, so you had no idea who had hired you for the night. Though the studio had assured you they had vetted the winner, you’d asked that he and Jared be in the bar next door in case of emergency.

“Oh god,” you groaned, “don’t remind me. I wish I never agreed to that stupid silent auction.”

“Ah, don’t be such a downer,” Jared said, winking. “You never know. He might be the man of your dreams.”

Oh god, I hope not. Jensen thought. He’d already had to watch you be in a relationship with Chad, a man who neither deserved you nor treated you well. He couldn’t bear to watch you be with someone else again. He wanted to be next in line, and he would treat you as you should be, like a Queen. He just needed to work up the courage to tell you.

“I doubt it,” you sighed, and Jensen swore your eyes flicked to him and away again. “Besides, who said it’s a man who hired me?”

“C’mon, you two,” Zara, the makeup artist, said, waving them toward the door, “out! I’ve got to get this one ready.”

Amongst a chorus of goodbyes, Jared and Jensen left. “What is it with you when you’re around her?” Jared asked as soon as the trailer door was closed. “You’re a bumbling idiot, and she’s starting to notice.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she asked me what’s wrong with you. Thinks she’s done something wrong ‘cause you either avoid her or barely speak to her.”

“I know, man,” Jensen groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Ever since you put it out there that we could be more than friends, I can't stop thinking about it. I don’t want to blurt it out at the wrong time, so I try to be careful about what I say, but I just end up tripping over myself.”

Jared clapped him on the back, “You just need to fake some of that Dean Winchester confidence.”

“Maybe.”

“You better find a way to be around her ‘cause you’ve got a date with her tonight.”

“What?”

“The silent auction,” Jared explained, “I paid for the date with her for you.”

“Jared, what? No!”

“I think Gen will have an issue if I show up for a date with her, and are you really going to leave her sitting on her own?”

“No, but Jared, I can’t,” Jensen panicked, “I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

“You’re an actor. Just act normal.” Jared suggested before walking off.

Seeing you through the restaurant window, Jensen wanted to hug Jared so tight to thank him he’d crack a rib. But he also wanted to punch him so damn hard in the arm it’d be limp for a week. Why had he agreed to this? Okay, he hadn’t agreed. He’d totally freaked out, drank two beers, took three shots of whiskey, and then forced himself into the waiting car.

He was going to mess this up. He knew it. He was a fumbling, mumbling idiot around you, and dread settled firmly in his gut as he watched you scanning the menu. He regretted the whiskey and allowing Jared to talk him into this.

He swore he was having an out-of-body experience as his feet took him closer to you. You glanced up when he got to the side of the table, and your face glowed with a smile. “Come to check in on me?” you asked, rising and pulling him into a hug.

He held you a little tighter than he usually would, savoring the moment before releasing you and taking a seat. “Not exactly checking up on you,” he said, “this wasn’t my idea, but Jared brought you for me.”

“What?”

“The silent auction, Jared was the highest bidder.”

Confusion took over your features. “Why would he do that? I mean not that I’m not grateful, I’d much rather be here with you, but I don’t understand.”

He realized it was now or never. “‘Cause he knows how I feel about you,” he admits, holding his breath for a reaction.

“Care to elaborate?” you ask after a long silence.

“The truth is, I like you... a lot.”

“I like you too.”

“No,” he shook his head, “you don’t get it. I cherish our friendship and don’t want to lose it, but it's more than that. My feelings for you go beyond friendship, and I want to see if we could be more.”

“I was so nervous,” Jensen chuckles. “I felt like I was auditioning for the rest of my life.” he contemplates it for a moment, “maybe I was.”

“Well then, it’s good she reciprocated,” Karl laughs.

“It took her a minute,” Jensen remembers, “but yeah, she came around.”

Your phone rings as you slot the key into your door’s lock. You’re juggling coffee, a pile of scripts to read, dry cleaning, and a bag of groceries. You have no hope of answering without dropping everything, so leave it to ring. You assume it’s Jared checking in on you after seeing the photos on TMZ. Jensen and Mae were pictured at a restaurant in Ontario.

The phone stops as you enter the kitchen and set everything down on the countertop.

Gen had already checked in to make sure you were okay, and you’d been anticipating a call from Jared to yet again invite you out to the set of Walker to meet one of the crew he was insistent you’d “hit it off with.” You’d politely declined, having already been on a date that had been pleasant and ended with a goodnight kiss, but you’d told the Padalecki’s it had left you feeling guilty as if you were cheating on Jensen. You needed time to let that feeling pass and allow the wound to heal completely.

You set about emptying the bags of groceries, and your phone rings again. You shuffle the contents of your bag, looking for the device, sure that it will cut off to voicemail before you find it.

“Hello,” you answer, pressing it to your ear.

“Hey.”

Jensen’s voice freezes you to the floor, and you hold your breath. It’s been more than a month since you left him in his trailer, and you’ve only exchanged a few text messages. Why is he calling now? Does he want to be the one to confirm that he and Mae are together?

He says your name when your silence stretches.

“Um, yeah. Hey, hi,” you say, clearing your throat to rid yourself of the shock.

“You sound out of breath,” he notes, “is this a bad time?”

“No, no, I just wasn’t expecting it to be you,” you explain, “caught me off guard.”

“Who were you expecting?” he asks, sounding accusatory.

“Jared,” you sneer, unable to stop the ire you feel.

“Sorry,” he says, and the apology tightens your jaw with the frustration it evokes. “I should have called sooner.”

“I haven’t called you either.”

No one is to blame for the lack of communication. You both needed some space, so you were both right not to call.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, and you debate whether to tell him you're busy so you can end the call and be done with the awkwardness. But he obviously put his awkwardness aside to call, so you might as well rip the stitches out and reopen the wound if that's what this is about.

“Why are you calling now?”

“I need you to know that me and Mae aren’t together,” he says, firm and direct.

You try to interrupt, “Jensen, it’s fine.” but he determinedly continues.

“The picture they posted was cropped,” he explains. “The whole cast and some of the crew were there. The photo made it look like it was just the two of us, and that’s not the truth.”

“Even if it was, it’s okay.” It’s not okay, and from the moment you saw it, you’ve felt nauseous. Still, you assure him, “You’re free to do what you want. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

He sighs, and you can hear the scowl in his tone, “It’s important to me that you know.”

You think it’s sweet that he’s taking the time to explain himself, even if it’s not what you expected. But Mae was never the problem. The situation she presented only shone a light into the crack that you had both been ignoring. Yet the information that Jensen has shared is a welcomed relief in the wake of the storm, but it’s just the eye. More questions are coming, questions that will likely only cause more hurt and confusion.

“Why?” you ask, “why do you want me to know?”

“Because I wanted it to be you next to me…” he pauses.

You're not sure if he wants you to say something or read between the lines, but you can’t let yourself trust the spark of hope that jabs your heart like a pinprick.

“Even if we’re just friends,” he adds.

That pinprick pierces the thin shell you’d managed to build, and it feels like a thousand jagged pieces of glass lacerate your heart, and you chew your top lip to stop the emotion from escaping in a sob.

There’s a loud bang on his end of the line, and someone calls out, “We’re ready on set, Mr. Ackles.”

“I gotta go,” he says.

“Okay,” you say, and immaturely add, “Bye, buddy,” before hanging up.

The party has been a monumental success. You helped Gen, along with a professional party planner, to pull it off.

“So you really had no idea?” You ask Jared once everyone seems to have greeted him and wished him a very happy fortieth birthday. Technically it's not his birthday for another four hours, but the surprise party had needed that early element to make sure it went off without a hitch.

“None,” Jared says, smiling. “I was fully prepared to fly home tomorrow to spend my birthday with Gen and the kids. I was looking forward to it, actually. I didn’t want a big fuss,” he chuckles, looking around the room, “but I’m glad you helped Gen make a fuss. It’s nice to see all the old faces.”

“Not all of them,” you note sourly, commenting on Jensen’s absence. “He wanted to be here, but you know how tight filming schedules can be.”

“I know,” he nods with a tight, sad smile. “It would have been good to see him. For me, at least.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s my birthday. I’m allowed,” he teases.

“It would have been nice to see him,” you agree before Jared can start in on the lecture. “I think. I don’t know. It’s weird and painful, and maybe I'm better off not seeing him until it’s not weird and painful.”

He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “Sounds like you have it all under control.”

“Absolutely.”

You mingle with old friends from Supernatural and new friends from the Walker set. The crew member, a camera operator named Vince, is as cute as Jared promised him to be, and you find yourself tucked in a corner talking with him as the night continues.

You hear the cheerful reunion before you see it. People applaud and shout greetings as Jensen crosses the room and embraces Jared in a tight hug. They hug for a long time, whispered words exchanged between brothers, and you see Jared’s eyes tear up. His night is complete now that Jensen is here.

A few people greet Jensen with hugs and shakes of his hand, but his eyes never seem to focus on them. He distractedly looks around them and seems disappointed when he sees the next person waiting to greet him.

You mostly manage to keep your focus on Vince, but you can see Jensen in your peripheral. You don’t react, but you notice when he finds you. He stares for a long moment, maybe hoping you’ll feel his eyes on you and look at him, but you don’t, and he doesn’t approach.

You're doing nothing wrong, but an uneasiness sneaks up on you. It’s not that you feel like you're somehow betraying Jensen. It’s that you're betraying yourself by denying how you feel. It wouldn’t be fair to start anything with anyone new right now. They’d be a rebound.

Vince seems to notice your focus has shifted and politely parts ways with you.

You spy Jensen across the room, catching up with Brianna, and head for the bar, needing something more potent than wine to make it through the rest of the night.

If possible, Jensen seems to have grown broader, arm muscles bulky beneath the material of his shirt, and you're definitely a fan of the Soldier Boy look. He looks good with a now-trimmed beard and long hair. The sight sends an ache of loneliness through your chest, remembering how it felt to be wrapped in those arms.

A shot turns into two, and when the bartender steps away to refill your wine glass, you feel the air next to you shift. You don’t have to turn to see who it is, the cologne gives him away, and as it arrests your senses, he nudges his shoulder into yours. The familiar heat of his body makes your chest tighten. You so desperately want to turn and embrace him, but you know your fragile emotions would crumble under the weight.

“Whiskey, neat,” he tells the bartender, his voice deep and gruff. He turns his body towards you, one arm resting on the bar, and you sip your drink, silently wishing it was hard liquor again instead of wine.

“Hey,” he says when you don’t look at him.

“Hi,” you respond blandly.

“How are you? You look good.”

“So do you. Really. You look incredible,” you say, without actually looking him in the eyes.

“I hate having to do the diet and exercise thing, though,” he chuckles, “it was so much easier when all I had to do was wear flannel.”

You laugh, but it's bittersweet because everything was easier when he was wearing flannel. “How’s it all going? Stepping into the shoes of a new character?”

“Daunting, but fun.” Jensen talks, and you do all you can to listen and engage but can’t bring yourself to fully meet his eyes.

He says your name so delicately it feels like a caress that sends a shiver through you. You close your eyes and know what he’s asking before he pleads, “Please look at me.”

His eyes have always been mesmerizing, and you know if you gaze into them, the spell will be cast, and there will be no escaping him, even when he’s miles away again. He waits for a beat, but your eyes remain firmly shut, and he closes the space between you, demanding attention.

His exhale wafts through your hair. It’s too close because it's not close enough, and you feel the heartache rising in your chest.

“It was good to see you, Jensen,” you flash a smile in his general direction, picking up your glass.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing your wrist as you turn your back to him. “Don’t leave.”

You freeze in place and turn to look at his hand cuffing your wrist. Slowly you raise your gaze from his hold to his face, preparing yourself for the enchantment of his eyes, but his sad expression is downcast. His chest heaves with a deep breath before he finally looks at you, despondence turning to tentative hope.

“I know I should have said it back then, but I’m saying it now.” His voice is nearly a whisper beneath the muted conversation and ambient music, but it’s clear as a bell to your ears. “Please, don’t leave.”

You turn back to face him, and he takes two deep breaths before he finds the words.

“The last couple of months, I’ve been miserable without you.” He admits, “I’ve had to fight myself to eat, to work out, to do anything that didn’t involve staying in my trailer with a bottle of whiskey. I know that things are weird, but I realized my hesitance had nothing to do with the ending of Supernatural. Yes, I was scared. But I was scared of how easy it was with you, how much I cared for you, how quickly I realized that I am head over heels in love with you.”

You choke out his name as tears well in your eyes, and he steps forward to swipe the first droplet from your cheek.

“I was ready to tell you I’m in love with you, and you were booking flights home,” the heartache of the reminder dims the light behind his eyes, and he drops his gaze to battle whatever emotion he’s feeling. “That scared me more than anything. I didn’t want to say it in the heat of the moment or on the phone, and I was terrified you didn’t feel the same. It doesn’t matter if you don’t. I need you to know that I love you.”

You don’t have words, unexpectedly wishing you had a script so you don’t say something stupid. Then, just as surprisingly, you realize you don’t need words. You take a half step forward and kiss him. Jensen responds immediately, a hand caressing your cheek and drawing you closer as the other slips around your waist to tug you flush against him.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and he groans into your mouth. His kiss gets you drunker than any alcohol ever could, and after a moment that could have been a minute or an hour, you feel lightheaded.

Jensen chases you as you pull back, placing swift kisses on your lips and pressing his head against yours.

“Damn, I’ve missed you,” you sigh.

“Well, don’t get used to it,” he says, “I’m never letting you leave me again.”

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princessmisery666-library · 2 months

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Please Don't Leave

Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right?

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

W/C: 4.3k

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. Small Parts/Mentioned: Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Gen Padalecki.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

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meowpupp · 5 months

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do you make poe bots? if so what’s your account because if you make poe bots as delicious as ur writing i’ll kiss you 😞

i do!! i gotta admit, they might not be as put together as the fics here, but the prompts are all the same type of filthy.

here are a couple links!! be warned, my prompts change ALL THE TIME because i get bored.

price x puppygirl -> https://poe.com/pricespuppyREA

owner!ghost x pup!soap x pup!reader (ik it’s diff to my blog 😭) -> https://poe.com/ownerghostpupsoapREA

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tonixe · 1 year

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My Solider

n.o.t.e.s - back at it again without another one

w.a.r.n - penetration, creampies, biting, choking kink, mentions of alcohol, drug usage/abuse, dub-con to non-con, drugging.TW: HEROGASM

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Solider Boy x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.9k

H-E-R-O-G-A-S-M

The time when supes can go loose and fuck anyone and everything without any problems. Mostly every supe comes to this 'special' occasion to just fuck anyone. It was utterly stupid, you thought. It was the 80's, the fucking breeding place of probably most the STDs; it was stupid to you, made by the American superheroes, the strongest of all superheroes, the riser of the rising sun, freaking Solider Boy.

The ironic part is that you, even here at this nudity scene, as you walked into the house not bothering to strip, just coming into the party just to be there, had better do with your time. You poured yourself a shot of Bourbon, dumping it into your system; the alcohol was going through your veins. Averting your eyes from the nasty scene before you.

Music was blaring in the house, the smell of sex was clogging your ventilation, and a nudity scene was everywhere you looked. You felt bad for the Sex workers that had to experience this mess; it was honestly disgusting.

In your plane of thought, you were interrupted. Feeling a hand touching your shoulder, " I didn't know you were even going to be here, Y/N," a masculine voice spoke; it made you angry how his voice was just like honey but addicted like a drug. Surprisingly he was fully clothed, and his body was standing over you. You took a breath, turning your body to Solider Boy; he was just wearing his hero suit but without protective gear, no shield, and no helmet.

Just plain casual.

"Well, you thought wrong," you responded to him, as you cocked him a smile, giving him some eye contact.

"Glad to see that, your prissy bitch, you always were," Solider boy snapped with his award-winning smile, flashing his white pearls. You refrained from responding to his insult with a negative comment.

"That's just my character" you took a swig of the alcoholic beverage, combing back your hair. The tension between you and Soldier boy was overwhelming, as you looked anywhere to go to or at least go away from certain supe.

You tried not to make eye contact with him, but everywhere else, even more...worse. As you took another deep sip, "Have nothing to say? Did the cat catch your cat" he gave you a smug smirk on his face. You just looked at him, biting your tongue; you came for a good time, not to be bullied by the strongest supe.

"Definitely not by your standards," you snapped back at his comment, flipping him off while walking away. You smile at the agitated look on his face before feeling and hearing a smack on the rear, looking back at the supe that yelled Sure."

You felt your eyebrows starting to twitch, you really hated him with passion, as you brushed the moment. Taking another sip trying to let lost in this shit hole. As you wander around the building, where you only caught the eye of the people literally fucking each other. You couldn't help but have your focus on the current girlfriend of Solider boy, which was staring you down like you were fucking tickets to a Bon Jovi concert. It was getting awkward, especially since she was wearing a robe, knowing that she was probably naked underneath her.

Hell, it made you fucking uncomfortable.

It wasn't your fault, that her boyfriend flirted with every breathing woman in the world. Brushing your hair away from your head as you feel a bit bold, as you sturting towards her. You felt her uneasiness when you went to her, "Your that press that your little boyfriend is talking to me?" as you leaned your body turning your head towards her, "Excuse me?" she snapped, her face turning red just like her powers by the second, while you kept taunting her.

"You heard me crimson, let's just be honest, you can have him," you said, looking away then back at her.

"You really think you all that" she sneered harshly, biting her lip. "Well, I am, for your own boyfriend, trying to bed me" you winked at her, smirking at her.

You saw her eyebrows twitching as she felt agitated, "Chill, crimson it was just a joke" you got off the wall, and stop smiling at the now furious crimson.

"But take out that stick up your ass and have fun, it's Herogasm after all" you sent her a devious smirk as you walked away from red-headed, as took a swig of the whiskey. There was still annoying music blasting into your eardrums, as you brushed some of your hair strands. "You're looking pretty lonely, do you wanna have a good time" you looked at the masculine voice that was speaking to you, it was a random sex worker, fully naked wearing a collar, "Maybe later, honey" you gently grabbed his chin, and pressed your thumb on his lips, as you whispered to his ear, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

"Jeez, there are weird people at this party" you muttered to yourself. You sat at the bar section, placing the bottle on the counter, in your peripheral vision you saw a familiar supe, dreading the feeling of what gonna happen next.

"I'm surprised you still here" Solider boy spoke, "-And I'm surprised that your not fucking random woman" you sneered, as you pour yourself a more alcoholic beverage, you drank it down, feeling a burning sensation down your throat as you groaned out.

"I guess we learning more about each other" as he took the bottle out of your hand and poured himself a drink, you snatched it back and poured it into your cup.

"Why the hell are you even talking to me?" you said, as you proper your head up on your elbow. "I would be quiet if I were you, I can't learn something about somebody anymore?" he spoke as he gulped down the liquid.

"I don't like liars, just tell me the truth" your words start to slur while continuing the conversation, you cocked your head slowly, it was only you drinking now, Solider boy just watched you as you drank more of the alcohol.

"I think your interesting, now that's the truth" he chuckled, you buried your face into your hands, as your body felt hot. Solider boy kept pouring more of the booze into your cup, as you drank more that was poured into your cup, "So that it, right?" you murmured.

"S-so..y-you didn't think of fucking me at all" you breathed out.

While you said that you heard him laugh again, "You must be fucking drunk right now, Y/N" his name rolling off his tongue made you feel aroused and wet, as your nipples perked up, as your hand felt shakey as took the last gulp of the whiskey.

"Gosh" you put your face in your hands, as you got up from the stool, your vision was starting to become blurry by the second, you could barely even see what was going on as you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. "You need some rest, don't ya?" his voice mellowing your whole body.

As you felt your legs dragging against the floor, there were alarm bells ringing in your head,

Fight or Flight.

You couldn't even see where he was taking you, all you saw was just an empty room, feeling your body falling onto a soft mattress.

The sounds of your zipper down slowly, as you didn't say anything, it felt by the second your intimate parts were being slowly aroused. Your breathing was trembling as the realization of the coldness of the air, made you notice that you were bare to his gaze.

"your already wet, aren't you?" he looked at you

Your body was sprawled crossed the bed. The cold air hardened your nipples, small audible moan came out from your lips. Feeling something cold, the light powder being spread on your stomach, "Don't move, doll" he sent you a smirk, the pet name he gave you made even more arousal if you weren't all ready. Feeling his nose on your lower abdomen to your chest, the white substance being vacuumed away with his nose.

His pupils dilated from the powdery drug, "Now, that's it..Fuck!" he grunted, your blurry vision, you saw the bulge growing in his pant, between your legs.

As you heard the jiggling of a belt, he pulled your legs placed them on his shoulder, and positioned himself between your legs. Before you can even process what was happening, "W-wait" you were slowly cut off by him plunging himself inside you, his thick cock splitting you in two, just to adjust to his size.

"Fuck!" you yelled out, as his hips jackhammered into your folds, as several moans were released from your mouth, covering your mouth and muting the moans rolling out from your tongue. Solider boy lowers his lips to your ear, "Don't hide your moans, doll, just became my naught girl" he purred into your ear, as he rolled his hips into your pelvis.

Slightly having his hand pressing onto your neck, taking some oxygen from your head, feeling more delirious.

Spring up with breathy moans, as your back arched back. Wrapping your hand around his neck loosely, trying to secure yourself, while he thrust inside you."M-mmm..fuck!" you moaned out, your breast following the moveth of your bouncing body, as it bounced very thrust he made. While sharing hot-messy kisses with him, his tongue dominated yours, as you pulled away from him, sharing a string of saliva between your lips.

Panting out as he abused your cunt, "H-harder" you moaned as the rhythm of his thrust only got more aggressive by the second. "Shit" Solider boy panted out, flipping his hair away from his face. Feeling the crescendo of your climax, as you moaned out, coming on his cock, Your body felt limp, as you looked at him in a haze. "Be a good girl and flip over" he ordered, you oblige.

Your face was now covered by the pillow, muffling the sound coming from you, feeling your ass being raised up, positioning himself inside you once again, jackhammering inside you non-stop. More aggressive, the pain that simmered into pleasure turned into raw pain, as he kept abusing your body. Having your orgasming more time, as you moaned out.

Grabbing the bed sheet, he fucked you into them, and you were panting. "I-it's hurt" you whined, feeling your hair being pulled, arching your back awkwardly, "You better take it, I wonder how that little family of yours, would be able to handle something like me" he whispered into your ear, your eye widens to do what he information he said, tears was pricking to the corner of your eyelid, clenching on his cock, he kept going into you.

He released the bondage of your hair and forced your head to fall down onto the comfortable mattress, You helped but to produce more tears, not at the pain but at what would happen to you and your family.

You heard grunting from him, as your head was buried into the pillow, as you clutched onto the sheets for dear life. Hearing more grunts, before feeling hot liquid being spilled inside you, hearing a languid groan from him.

You whimpered into the sheets, as you panted out. Your body was dripping and sweating, your body collapsing onto the bed. Salty tears were being produced from your eyes, as your breath hitched.

Your hair stuck to your face, and drool was smeared on your face.

"Tired already" you heard Solider boy's voice, sending a chill down your body, he darkly chuckled at you. You were scared to make contact with him.

"We still got round 2"

#solider boy #jensen ackles #the boys #solider boy imagine #solider boy x reader #solider boy x you #solider boy x fem!reader #Vought #the boys fanfic #the boys imagine #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy fanfic #crimson countess #black noir #gunpowder boys #tnt twins #payback #tw noncon

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thewritersaddictions · 11 months

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The Anti-Hero: Solider Boy- Touches

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Pov: Solider boy (Ben)

Warnings: Protective! Solider Boy, retirement party, grabby men, anger, smut, jealous, jealous fucking, bruises, party, drinking, drugs, causing a scene.

Summary: At Solider Boy's official retirement party, the people are far more interested in his girl than having fun getting drunk and getting high. It sends a jealous feeling down through Ben. Causing a scene is the first thing to happen.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.0k

The Boys Master List // The Anti-Hero Master List

She was always so damn beautiful. Sometimes I wonder how she ended up with a beast like me. I know a very dramatic way of thinking about my relationship with my dear Y/n. She’s the one person who truly understands me, and doesn’t take for granted what or who I am. Never once laughed at me, nor just shoved me aside. It’s been a rather long time since someone has been kind to the old man I am.

Y/n had said something about a party that was being held in my honor by Vaught. A rather dumb charade for the public to latch onto and adore with so many different, and colorful comments. I had not only been working for Vaught for over fifty years now, but I have a measure of my life to be grateful for them getting me out of that Russian prison I was stuck in. “A retirement party for you Ben,” Y/n says as she shuffles into bed. It’s also been a rather long time since I got into bed with the same gal more than once or twice. But Y/n is all I could ever ask for, hips that dip at just the right point, a little tummy that’s just so kissable, and of course the rest of her body is just as kissable.

“A retirement party you say, I wonder what I’ll do with all that extra time,” I mutter as I kiss the side of her neck, she shivers next to me. Rolling her eyes dramatically. “Well according to whomever I’m mooching this information off of you’d still have a regular spot in the lights just less about you making so much of an effort to let the younger souls do it,” Y/n mutters as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to my chest.

This is my party and yet I feel my darling Y/n, being pulled away from me. She’s the nines, gold, and diamonds adore her skin in a beautiful construct with a dress I think she picked to just match my hero outfit. Green, Gold, and Diamonds are all I can see for a long while during the night. It starts off innocently enough, a limousine has come to drive us to the gate of Vaught Internationals doors and straight up to parties floor. “You look beautiful tonight,” I’m able to whisper into her ear before the dinging of the elevator reminds us that it’s not just the two of us. A whole party awaits us, and the unknown people do as well. I should have realized long ago when I first met Y/n that it would be hard to keep her attached to my hip.

It would be hard to keep others hands off of what is not theirs in the first place. A few glances here and there are fine especially when my hand is wrapped securely around her waist. Dominating any man that dares to come up to talk, touch, or even look at her. Regardless of that Y/n blushes at my words and floats, literally floats beside me. She’s an angel in a rather very dark world of Vaught and superheroes. They are not super, or heroes at all. A bright shining star that everyone wants but only I can have. Her arm is in place nicely in mine, and all of a sudden it’s like flies on shit, there’s a swarm of people gathering us. “Oh my god, it’s you… it’s soldier boy!” … “We’re so glad that you’ve come to this retirement party for you.” … “You really are a true inspiration to us all!” … “You must be excited to retire and live a nice long soft life with our miss L/n.” The last comments throw me for a loop and the blush is radiating off of Y/n. I try not to bother myself with it as I thank and shake only a few people’s hands before dragging Y/n, and myself towards the bar.

“Ben, are you alright?” Her voice is so soft, so warm it makes me almost buckle. I don’t, I only look over at her, shining brighter in the dull atmosphere we’ve put ourselves in. “I’m fine as long as you’re right here beside me.” Y/n blushes again, her cheeks have stayed the pinkest shades of pink ever since she met me. “Aw Ben,” She mutters as she clings to my arm like a cub to a mama bear. “Are you up for a drink?” I suggest looking over at the large selections of drinks on the mirrored wall. “Oh, just a Strawberry Daiquiri is enough for me,” Y/n rests her head on my bicep as I order our drinks. No point in getting too drunk tonight, but a buzz would be nice if I have to continue to deal with stupid people at this fucking party. A strong drink would be too much so beer is what I order. Nothing compares to the drinks we have back in the day, but back in the day is more than eighty years ago.

The drinks were rather quick and maybe it’s because my face is one that says fuck around and find out, or maybe the bartender is simply good at his fuckin’ job. Either or I don’t really give a shit, I hand Y/n her drink and her eyes light up with joy. “Do you want to find somewhere to sit? Your heels must be hurting your feet by now.” I whisper into her ear. She shivers but her drink stays steady in her hand. I’m not one for parties, especially with all the new laws and regulations of what other activities you can be doing with said parties. A bunch of fucking party downers those fucks are. Y/n shakes her head, sipping at her drink already I find a booth. A small but large enough table that is reserved for the highest of the high. So I can only assume that’s meant for me.

As Y/n sips at her drink as we sit in the booth a few of her friends come over. Begging her to go out and dance. “Do you mind Ben?” She yells over the growing music. Even as she’s yelling she’s still very quiet. “I don’t mind at all,” I say taking a sip of my third or fourth beer of the long night that is growing to be more of an annoyance than a true party. As her friends try to tug her in the direction of the dance floor she’s sure to peck me once on the cheek leaving a smudge of her lipstick on my cheek. I smile as she waves at me while being tugged by her friend’s group. I gaze at her from afar. Her hips swayed and her smile grew as she dances on the floor with her friends. Every time a guy comes up to the already small group of her friend the spike of jealousy comes rolling through and I have to swallow it down.

Y/n friend group does a great job of keeping the circle tightknit, and together. Nobody in and nobody out. I notice that Y/n disappears and my heart begs to race with anger and panic before I once again see her head poke out from below the crowd of people dancing, she’s shorter than before. Her heels are now in her hands, she’s swaying, and knowing the liquor in her drink must have been a little too much as I can hear her giggle plan as day even on the loud and crowded floor.

See leaving the booth that was the issue. I should have just stayed there and watched her all night long, but I wanted another beer and something like water for Y/n when she finally did return to our booth. When I returned to the booth she was gone, not really gone just not where I had last seen her. I set the drink down with a loud crash. Beer and water went flying across the tablecloth, I was rushing out. My suit and black tie were clinging to my large body in an effort to make me even more pissed off. “Y/n?” I began to yell throughout the crowd of dancing people. I managed to get through fairly easily once I pushed a few people out of the way. Once I made it to what was Y/n small friend group it was dismantled and no longer a fortified circle. One girl was dry-humping a guy in a rather shabby suit. The others were either halfway to fucking each other or making out horribly with some random guy. Even in a crowded room or a thousand people, I could still hear her precious voice ringing out above all else.

She wasn’t with her group of friends and I was starting to freak the fuck out. I could hear her, I just wasn’t able to find her in the large crowd of people. It was as if the crowd grew out, for every step that I took. Growing larger and wider with every step my heart raced in my chest, I hadn’t felt this type of adrenaline since I was in the war. Blowing up shit, and throwing people across a large field. Like a flashback, and I was right back to searching for Y/n. Her voice was in terror. She was begging, begging for something. I walked faster and harder on the marble floor.

Finally, I found her, being pushed around by a few drunk men. Her back was up against the wall, her eyes were pleading with everyone all the men around her. “Aren’t you just a sexy little thing?” “Just arm candy for Solider boy aren’t you?!” “I bet you’re just a good fuck for him!” “Let’s be honest, we must be good enough to keep that man entertained.” The men are all bickering back and forth. If it wasn’t for the drinks she had been sipping on beforehand Y/n would have been able to deal with these small dicked idiots. But at last, she was far too drunk to take care of herself, and I was quite with acting as her hero. Boosting my ever-growing ego.

“Please just… just let me go! Ben isn’t gonna be so too happy.” I heard Y/n mumble, as the guys become to push her further into the wall. Hands came to grab her wrist and arms. My anger had been boiling really since we walked into the damn Vaught building. But as of now, I was ready to fucking kill some random dicks. Touching what was mine. “I do think that she asked you to stop,” I said loud and clear, but maybe these guys were deaf and dicks. Not that it really mattered when I grabbed the closet guy from his collar holding him far above the ground. “Do you hear me now?” I asked. Heads turned and faces turned from Y/n to me. Disgust to horror. “I told you.” Y/n spitted out

I smiled, but there was something more important happening right now. “I thought I said you should probably let her go.” Y/n relaxed as their grabby hands let her go. “I don’t know about you, but I’d love to cause a scene at my own retirement party. What do you think?” I asked the group of disgusting men. The man in my hands that was still dangling from above the marble floor was shaking his head hard. “We’ll just go… No need to cause a such scene.” He begged, I rolled my eyes, looking right over at my darling. “What do you think?” “Hm… Maybe you just drop that ugly fuckin’ guy, and take me home.” Even drunkenly Y/n was the most beautiful girl on the planet. “Oh… I see where that dirty mind is going.” I dropped the guy, and walked over to my girl. Grabbing her softly and walking towards the door. I turned at the last minute. “Party over guys, Go fucking home!” Heads turned, but I didn’t give a shit as I walked out with my doll on my arm.

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I didn’t wait until we got home. I was crawling to get into her dress in the car ride back to the house. Her legs hooked over mine as her back rested up against my back. My fingers played with the soft lace that covers her soaked cunt. Whispering dirty little things in her ear as she shivered against me. “Fuck sweetheart, aren’t you just soaking for me.” Pulling her panties to the side I let my fingers play with her puffy clit, and her moans filled the back of the limousine. A privacy divider couldn’t hold back the moans that bounced off the interoir walls of the car. “Fuck Ben, you’re such…” A drunk and mumbling mess, I didn’t give a shit because I wanted her now just as much as she wanted me. “I’m such what sweetheart? Huh?” My fingers played with her clit. Slow and then fast. Anything for my sweet girl. “You… just don’t stop please don’t… Ben please…” Y/n mumbled as she arched her back forward trying desperately to reach her high.

The limousine came to a stop. “Darling, we’re home. We can continue inside.” I muttered into her ear, she sighed at the loss of my fingers. Begrudgingly getting off my lap and fixing her panties before scooting her ass off the leather seats and heels onto the asphalt. I settled myself before licking my fingers and following closely behind Y/n. Drunk and walking fast to get into the house. Heels coming off halfway up the stairs to the front door. She was stripping the second we got into the bedroom. Her clothes cause a trail, looking up once she had her dress half off her shoulders, and the next her dress, bra, and panties were laying on the floor and her naked body was starfished on top of the sheets.

“Come on Solider boy, I know you wanna fuck me.” She always had such a dirty mouth when she was drunk. My dress pants were tight as fuck even in the limousine ride back to the house. But now seeing her naked my pants were getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. “Come here, big boy.” Y/n coaxed me, she was relaxing on her elbows one finger bringing me over the edge of the bed. I walked over the edge of the bed, as she brought her body to met mine. “Can I take off your shirt baby?” She voice was loose, but lurred me in every time. With Y/n I had no control over the things I did, or the things she did to me. “Yeah, baby you can.” She smiled a wide smile and reached up. Pushing the coat down my shoulders letting it land to the floor. Undoing the tie and flinging keeping that on the bed beside her hip. Finally she got the buttons. Undoing each button with slow tantalizing fingers.

When her cold fingers touched my warm chest it sent shivers down my spine, and everything in that moment felt right. Her hands on me, and my head falling to touch the back of my shoulders. “Fuck sweetheart.” There was nothing to take off of her sweet body, and I was just fine with that. Y/n’s hands reached for my belt and with that my hard cock that was pressed into the fabric gave some release. When my dress pants went falling down my thighs and landing at my ankles. Shoes having come off when we first came into the house.

“Look at you, so big and waitin’ for me,” Y/n was biting her lips looking down at my cock pressed up agasint my boxers. A wet spot from pre cum, “Her ice cold hands reached out and grabbed onto my cock. Boxers sliding down and out of the way. She rubbed her hand up and down my shaft before she shifted her position laying on her stomach and her mouth surrounded my cock. Warmth surrounding me. She moaned and took me all the way into her throat, the sounds of her gagging and ragged breathing causing my heart to race in my chest as I tired to get my hand around her hair.

Before I knew it I was begging her to stop. “Stop… you gotta stop sweetheart.” Ragged breathing I was able to get out the next part of my thought. “As much as I love cuming down your thoart I have a better place of cumming.” A wink sent her mouth popping off my cock and then she was looking up with michevious eyes, “Get on your kees sweetheart,” I forced her head into the pillows and made her hips raise up to met my own. Her thighs were slick with wetness as I slipped right into her wet cunt.

“Such a good girl for me… takes me so good everytime.” I murmur to myself, the muffled moans that came from underneath me only encouraged me to thrust faster and harder into her cunt. Y/n’s hands reaching out to grab onto the fabric her knuckles going white from her grip and her cunt was gripping me harder desperatly trying to keep me in. With each thrust and squeeze of her cunt it was getting easier for me to let my cum fill her cunt up. Her moans didn’t die down as she came around me.

“Such a good girl for me like always,” I murmured into her ear as I slipped out of her cunt. She was more alert somehow. Y/n turned and looked up at me “You were jealous weren’t you?!” She asked with a cocky smile. “I’m never jealous of other guys, I just know what’s mine Y/n.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “And your mine,” I whisper into her ear.

Completed on: 05/02/23

Posted on: 05/23/23

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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cannonball

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cw: alcohol, dirty talk(?) kinda, sloppy make out, solider boy makes you chug whiskey… yuck, not proofread

The motel isn’t glamorous, far from it. It’s got ugly yellow carpet from the 80s, stained in… god knows what. Everything is muted and painted dark tans. Even the TV in the corner is a little boxy thing that is more static than family feud. You sit on the edge of one of the loveseats, letting Ben stand between your knees.

You don’t know why you even told him you can’t get drunk, or why you asked for tips on how to feel tipsy again. But you’re starting to regret it with the way Solider Boy is hell-bent on getting you hammered.

He told you, “you’re just not doing it right. I can help you, if you want.” Looking at you with such an intense stare, you didn’t refuse.

Now you’re dealing with his “help”.

He cups the back of your head, fingers sowing through your hair, tilting it back so he can tower over you. His thighs cage you into the loveseat, thick corded muscle preventing you from moving out and away. Corralling you into the backrest, that stupid smirk on his mouth.

“Come on, open up.” He leers, holding the heavy bottle of Jack Daniels between his forefingers, waiting for your lips to slowly part.

He can see the fleshy pink of your tongue, bobbing and twitching along your palate. The ribs of your teeth, pearly white molars. You open up shyly, looking up at him through thick lashes and a sense of embarrassment. It’s oddly erotic to you.

“Good, good. Now—“ Ben lifts the thick caramel-colored bottle of whiskey in his hand. Pressing the lip of the bottle to your mouth, letting you feel the cool glass against your mouth.

“Drink up.” He’s slowly pours the alcohol into your open mouth, letting it pool on your tongue as you try not to choke on the taste. It’s bitter, smoky, and acetone-like. Your fingers blindly reach for him, slipping into his belt loops for support, tugging at his hips when he sloshes the bottle.

He’s chuckling, baritone smoothing over your brain as you gulp down the Kirkland sized bottle of whisky. His fingers smooth over your scalp, holding you tight so you don’t jerk away.

“There you go, fucking taking it like a champ aren’t ya?”

He hardly allows a breath, and in the back of your mind you get the feeling that this is what it must be like to let him fuck your mouth. It makes you clench your thighs, eyes fluttering as droplets of whisky spill from the corners and drip down your chin.

“Damn, you’re pretty easy. Opening your mouth for me like some hooker.”

You don’t like that you’re enjoying this as much as you are. Eyelashes fluttering at his words, grunting as you try and swallow the mouthfuls of whisky. Ben’s hand comes down to hold your jaw when you start to get squirmy, the alcohol sliding down your throat at a slow pace, thick like molasses.

You refrain from making any gagging noises, knowing he’ll just poke even more fun at you. You push at his abdomen, trying to tell him to let up. He only slightly pulls the bottle back to let you pant in a breath before he’s practically shoving the neck of the bottle between your lips.

“Ben-“

“Don’t pussy out now, sweetheart. You asked for help getting drunk, so keep chugging.”

You make a muffled noise, tugging at his belt loops, scraping your nails along the denim of his jeans. You’re having a hard time getting air in through your nose, trying not to choke. Your eyes water, lashes smearing with prickling tears.

Solider boy is looking at you with half-mooned eyes, his lips parted to mimic yours. It’s like he’s entranced with the way you gulp down each mouthful. His knees come to dig on each side of the cushion, encasing your thighs. His thumb slides down to caress at the expanse of your throat, feeling the way you swallow.

“Yeah, you like this don’t you.” He mumbles, lips curling up to sneer at you. You look up with such starry eyes, Ben has to bite his cheek to keep from moaning at the sight.

The bottle is nearly empty, you’re sure if you weren’t suped up than you’d need to get your stomach pumped. But you’re still not drunk, if anything you’re only slightly buzzed - which is more than you’d thought could happen.

When the last droplets hit your tongue, Ben drops the glass onto the yellowed carpet. He doesn’t stop for a beat, he doesn’t even ask if you’re okay. He just reaches for your face with big calloused palms and smashes his mouth onto yours.

You groan, feeling his teeth hit yours. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, tasting the smoky orange and spicy cinnamon. His scruff scratches your Cupid’s bow, tickling at your chin. When you open, he dives in. Lapping at the inside of your cheeks and against the roof of your mouth. He doesn’t care if it’s messy, he wants it to be. Spit swapping, tasting the hard liquor on your palate like it’s straight from the source.

He likes that you huff and whine when he nips your lip, running the tip of his tongue over your back molars, under and over and fucking everywhere. It makes you breathless, holding his biceps as he tilts your face to meet him. When he pulls away, webby silver strings connect the both of you. You look blissed out, lidded eyes and all.

Soldier boy laughs, “Goddamn, you kiss like a fucking pornstar.”

You twitch in his hands, still trying to inhale as much as you can. You’re unbelievably soaked, the warmth spreading throughout your tummy like embers on a fire.

He nudges you with his nose, “You drunk yet, or do I need to make you chug the other bottle?”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “No! No, I’m- I’m good.”

He gives a hearty grin, settling down farther on top of you. He’s weighty and heavy against you, warm with the alcohol he drank earlier. Ben nuzzles his cheek against yours, uncharacteristically gentle.

“Ya know I could just fuck you till you’re cockdrunk, might work better than having you choke on another Jack Daniels.”

He’s completely serious, you know he is. And it makes you squirm, flushing with the promise. You tuck a lip between your teeth, looking up at him through thick lashes.

You know you’ll regret it in the morning, when you’re sore and throughly fucked out. But that’s the fun part.

“Okay,” you hum, “give it your best shot.”

#val.writes ❦#the boys.✮#solider boy x you #solider boy x reader #the boys x you #the boys x reader

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Part 3 of the Jensen Ackles one shot

Previous - 'You needy, baby? You want me? You want to cum baby?' He said, his voice mocking.

Present -

“So needy. I want you Jensen. Please. Please give it to me” I practically begged lifting my hips slightly, unashamed that I’m acting like a desperate whore.

“Mhm.” Jensen groaned out as he leaned forward and kicked a bold stripe up my wet hot core. My head instantly show back, eyes rolling, a deep moan leaving my lips as my hips lifted more. Jensen pressed down on my hips, pushing me down and swirling his tongue on my clit.

“Jesus” I gasped out pleasure hitting every nerve in my being. I could feel his tongue working wonders all over me.

He moved one of his hands from my hips and under my thigh, reaching down and slowly entering one slender finger into me. I gasped out, head shooting yo and eyes landing on his candy apple eyes staring at me from between my legs. His eyelids hooded staring up at me, lust and pure delight shown in his eyes as he brings me to the brink of climax. I could see stars swirling round me head as he delved deeper, adding a second finger and hitting that spot, lips sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth slightly nibbling, shooting both pleasure and pain throughout my hot body.

“God, yes. Right there Jen” my voice didn’t sound like my voice, it was cracked and sultry. I sounded so different. My hands reached out, one grabbing the edge of the sofa and one delving into his hair.

“Come on baby, let go. I can feel you pulsing, so close. Let go for me baby, let me taste you all” Jensen groaned out against me, the vibrations shooting up my spine making my eyes roll. “Look at me.” He demanded. I shot my eyes to him, mouth hanging open, heavy laboured pants leaving me, moans and whimpers escaping.

He moved his head to the side and nipped at my thigh. “I want you all over me Y/N. Come on, give it to me darling” he moaned, actually moaned out to me. That was my undoing. I felt my thighs tremble, hands gripping tighter, that snap un snapping and my pussy clenching around his slender fingers.

“Oh my god, yes, Jensen!” I moaned out hips twitching as he worked me through my high.

I panted and flopped back closing my eyes and letting my release go on his hair and the sofa. I felt him slowly pull his finger from me, leaving a small soft kiss to my clit and making his way up my body with kisses. His face came to mine as he placed his lips against my chin and then my bottom lip.

I popped my eyes open smiling slightly.

“You taste so fucking good” he groaned out thrust his hips forward against mine and grabbing my jaw. I moaned and jolted at the sensitivity.

“Have a taste my sweet girl” he whispered placing his fingers that were recently in me against my lips. Instantly my mouth opened, welcoming him in. I moaned against his fingers keeping eye contact as I sucked his fingers in further hollowing my cheeks.

“Shit sweet girl. Your gonna make me cum in my pants like a damn teenager if you keep that up” he groaned out dropping his head into the crook of my neck.

He pulled his fingers out my mouth lightly patting my cheek bringing his head up and resting his forehead against mine.

“Let me taste you. Let me have you” I whispered, grazing my lips against his. He hummed.

“Darling, if my cock enters that sweet warm mouth of yours before you tight little pussy, I truly am gonna be like a fucking teenager. I need to be inside you sweet girl. Please. Can I?” He was practically whining. How could I say no. I lowered my hands to his hips, pulling his bottoms down, to which he kicked off the rest of the way.

“Fuck me Jensen. I need your cock. I need you.” I whispered as I felt him slide his head between my lower lips. His chin dropped to his chest as he looked down at us. Watching as a slowly sunk into me. We both moaned out simultaneously as he sunk into the hilt.

“Fuck” he drew out, slowly drawing back in with more force. “Sweet fucking girl” he murdered.

I had a hand gripping his waist and one reached up to tangle my hand into his hair at the back of his head.

I moved my hips to match his rough sharp thrust. “Fuck, shit. Jen-“ my words were broken as he slammed against me, thrust getting harder. His hand reached down to wrap around the base of my throat making me gasp at the feeling.

“Taking my cock so well. Just like you used to baby. My sweet girl. My sweet fucking girl” he groaned out. I hummed not able to make words leave my open mouth as he took me. “Fuck I’m so close. Come on sweet girl. Cum on my cock, give me it.” He ground out. I was close. Embarrassingly so. I nodded the best I could keeping my eyes on his.

“Close. So close” I whimpered. He leant his head down and kissed me, sloppy wet and heated. His hand applied a little pressure before leaving my throat and stroking the length of my waist and the landing my clit rubbing softly. I gasped hips stuttering. “Yes” I whispered/whined.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give me everything. Cum on my cock baby. Your taking me so so well. Fuck yes” he moaned. His movement was faltering slightly but that didn’t stop the elastic band snapping and my orgasm ripping through my body with such force that I thought I was going to pass out. A high pitch moan ripped through my throat which was muffled by Jensen slamming his lips to mine. My eyes slammed shut, vision going white, tingling all over my body.

He rode my through my high, groaning as I came around his cock.

He pulled out quickly, my eyes opening, lulled slightly from the power of the orgasm. I watched as he leaned back slightly aiming his cock over my hips and jerking twice before spurts of his hot cum came spurting all over my hips and pussy.

“Fuuck, sweet girl” he groaned out as he finished leaning down and putting his forehead against my. Our clammy skin sticking to each other.

Out pants of breath mixing with each other as we came back to earth from cloud 9.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. I opened my eyes slightly half lidded and smiled dreamily back at him. His eyes creasing slightly as he smiled back .

“I’m great. I feel great” I whispered back. He chuckled and placed his lips against mine in a sweet shirt tender kiss.

“Let me get something to clean you up. I made quite the mess on you sweet girl.” He chuckled slightly. Moving to get off me as I lay spent on the sofa.

“Wouldn’t be the first time” I mumbled grinning.

“And definitely won’t be the last Y/N” he winked before disappearing butt naked down the hall.

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