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|| Taming Her ||

Description: Where does a disgraced Princess end up in order for the royal family to save whatever dignity they have left? In a 'respectful' marriage with the greatest Grand General the royal army's ever known, of course.

Pairing: Dark Husband!Ben Hardy | Brat Wife!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Ben Hardy. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con (just to be safe), patriarchy, Dom!Ben, Sub!Reader, arranged!marriage dark!Ben, manhandling, historical!au, power imbalance, humiliation, degradation, age gap (Ben is early 30's and reader is early 20's), spanking, brat taming, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, groping, use of chastity belt, blow job, face fucking, fingering, deflowering, p in v, slight objectification, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, gagging, creampie.

Note: English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

"Small…" Were the first words to leave Princess Y/n's mouth as she was helped off her carriage, acting as if she wasn't the one at disadvantage here, pushing the veil supposed to be covering her face away that usually the husbands removed once as she examined her new home that was the Grand General's estate in disgust. "Pathetic." Unaware of what was to come once inside, she continued to arrogantly grumble in a condescending manner, her disdain obvious.

"Well," Ben, her husband, guardian and protector from this day forth, just smiled and snorted under his breath. This wasn't anything the man wasn't already used to. He had seen her grow up from a naughty child to a misbehaving adult. Working for her father directly as his most trusted General half his life now, he knew her through and through. "Now that you're here, you'll surely transform it all, won't you, dear?" Even though the fabric supposed to cover her face was pushed to that side on which Ben stood, he could very easily imagine her rolling her eyes at his words.

"You can only wish, peasant." The elbow he held out for her to take was left ignored as she gripped her wedding dress in bunches between her fists, stomping her way to the entrance before walking inside and starting to examine and toss things aside with the tips of her fingers, dusting them on her dress every once in a while to express her disgust in silence. As if they were dirty.

The male entered behind her and closed the doors to the estate for the day, lowering her luggage that he was holding next to the pile that the royal servants had made next to the door before joining the little brat that was his wife now, his eyes travelling down to her ass that the dress did nothing for.

Ben bit his lip as he took his time with just admiring the sight of Y/n walking through his- their house. Truth was, he had always adored her cute face and disobedient ways. If cute little girls such as herself didn't deserve to be spoiled then he didn't know who else did. Because then husbands such as himself could tame them and mould them into being whatever they desired. He couldn't sugar coat it if he tried, nothing compared to taming pathetic brats into becoming compliant little trophy wives. Reducing them down to nothing before building them back up however her man desired.

The Grand General wasn't a man of an overinflated ego or false pride. He embraced his truths and wore his identity proudly. Instead of trying to be what he was not, he rather revelled in all he could be, good and bad, with what he already was.

And in this case, he would be Y/n's dirty military man, as she liked to call him using her former standing in the kingdom. Holding her neat and supple body next to his hard and scarred one, feeling the tenderness her spotless skin would surely provide, drinking the sweet elixir of her body and adjusting it all based on his own preferences and tastes. Bending her however and wherever he desired, condition her to his commands, teach her discipline, give her appropriate training and of course, punish her whenever she'd stumble from the path he'd carve for her.

The reminder that even though he had taken mercy on her and her family's reputation and taken her hand in marriage when she'd been the one accused of committing adultery and running away, -which only God knew led her to whatever disgraceful circumstances before they brought her back home- she acted like she had done him a favour by accepting him.

It filled Ben's body with an icy excitement of the sick sort.

There would be nothing more beautiful than her broken form trembling underneath him, completely at his mercy, as he would be the sole decider of her fate; her ultimate destiny. Her God. The only law she will ever know from this day forward. Worshipping him for everything and anything, loving him and respecting him on her knees in absence of any sort of covers between them. Shying away from his hold when swell and heavy with his child, waddling as she'd surely whine about how uncomfortable it was yet thanking him and accepting it with gratefulness when he'd be plant another seed inside her soon after.

"Look at yourself pretending as if I couldn't have easily let your family give you off to some elderly nobleman as his personal little harlot instead of giving you my name, dear…" Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her husband's voice right in her ear from behind as she was standing next to the fireplace, Ben's rough fingertips finding her forearms although in a gentle manner as he caressed the soft skin, sighing in contentment at the unfamiliar feeling.

Y/n grumbled as she recovered from the shock. He'd been so silent in approaching her that she hadn't heard or felt anything. "W- What are you doing?!" Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt her back touch his hard chest that his uniform did nothing to create an illusion of softness for. "Ugh- stop it commoner or you'll get your dirt and sweat on me!" A thread of ice trailed down the length of her spine upon the realization of just how strong he really was when she couldn't pry herself free from his hold. And so far he was only holding her by the arms with the use of his fingers.

"Or you could let me take care of you and colour you brown and dirty with me, doll" he said that only to spite her as he was uncharacteristically clean today, having done no field work since he had taken a leave for his special day. A chuckle escaped him when she grumbled and tried to break free harder this time, huffing and mumbling surely profanities. "What, you don't like that idea?" His lips had found her ear again, nose taking long whiffs of her scent as they traced the shell of her ear, causing goosebumps all over her skin.

"S- Stop it, you're so…" She tried again, this time no different than the last, feeling herself sink further and further in the heat of his body. "So…"

He'd noticed the stutter in her words. Perfect. She was getting right where he wanted her. "You do know that you have to respect me from now on or there are going to be consequences, right? Remember? In sickness and in health, loving and obeying me always?" One of his hands snaked from her arm to her waist, his rough palm feeling the tenderness underneath over the dress. Another heavy chuckle rumbled in his chest when she squeaked in disdain at his words.

"Who actually ever follows some silly v- vows!" Gulping quickly to maintain the stability in her voice when his other hand palmed her breast, Y/n continued as she struggled to twist free from his hold. "Promises and r- rules are meant to be broken- hmmn~" the sound she made was completely unintentional, a product of him circling her now hard nipple before pinching it. She was starting to feel violated.

"Not in this house, they're not." Even though his voice was soft, a firmness coated his words as his lips peppered kisses down her unmarked skin. "We have rules in this house, upon the violation of which are consequences." His hand that was previously placed on her abdomen now slipped under the layers of her gowns, fingers brushing against her chastity belt, the action tearing a gasp out of her.

"I- I… am a P- Princess! And I d- decree you release me right n- now, you vile savage!" Y/n did her best to ignore the goosebumps and curls that formed in the base of her stomach when he traced the skin around the chastity that wasn't covered, fighting hard for her dignity.

Ben only laughed in response to her words, flipping her around before pushing her against the wall beside the fireplace so fast the girl could barely comprehend it. "Oh, did you not hear, love?" His hands met underneath her dress upon her ass cheeks now, groping and spreading the cheeks not for her but for his pleasure alone. The man was determined to memorize and explore every patch of skin on his wife's body.

"H- Hear what?" Her eyes gleamed with the thin covering of tears over them. She wasn't sure anymore if they were only those of humiliation and shame. Y/n feared that they were also perhaps in longing and desire for something… else.

The reason why she was in a chastity belt in the first place was because a few years ago the girl had been caught by her head maid, bent over her bath with a hand between her legs as she desperately tried to explore the feeling and whatever else laid at the end of the shivers and tingles she'd feel whenever something would brush against her sex. But before she could ever unravel that mystery, the Queen had been summoned and after a thorough spanking she'd been put in a chastity that her head maid had carried until this day, handing it to her husband before he brought her home with him.

"You were stripped of your title, my dear." The smugness was dripping off his smirk as he brought his hands to the top side of the dress again, grabbing a hold of the fabric. "Now you're nothing more than the Grand General's wife. Tch, you're so silly. Nobody wants a disgrace for a child" a loud yelp escaped Y/n when he suddenly tore the dress in half from the middle, causing her arms to fly to her chest in defense. "No, no, no" clicking his tongue while shaking his head, Ben tore the rest of the dress off her body before forcefully pulling it off her. "Now you know better than to do that, darling."

"Please…" Y/n gulped as her husband raised an eyebrow at how she sounded. "No, I mean, I mean, please!" She pleaded, shaking her head in denial towards the fact that she'd moaned the word at first, supplying him a mantra of no when he chuckled knowingly.

"It's okay, love. I am your husband, after all. Who will take care of you if not me" he could tell she was conflicted now, torn between stubbornness and desire, the girl struggled to decide what she really wanted. "You just have to get on your knees and submit to my authority. And then it'll be everything you've ever wanted" his eyes travelled down to her covered core that he held the keys to. "And more."

Her flushed face redenned at his words. "Y- You know about that?" If she wasn't so bare and… vulnerable right now, the former Princess would have had a complete opposite reaction to everything she had been subjected to in the last ten minutes. But he was making her feel so small and warm, utterly powerless in his mercy and unguarded in his wrath would she invite it.

Not to mention the familiar sensation between her legs that he had awakened even in the presence of the damned belt somehow. That she had not been able to even after all the years of trying.

"Walls in the castle have ears, love." Ben stole another gasp from her when his fingers curled around her elbows that were covering her chest, pushing them up and above her head to grant himself a view of her perfect breasts, pointing towards him as if daring him to attend to them, nipples alarmed and hard for his touch.

"Just think about it, hm? Nobody cares for you anyways. They never did. You were nothing but the unplanned problem child that they always wanted to get rid of." He could not deny that he did feel somewhat unpleasant saying such words to the only girl he had ever had eyes for. But the greater good had always outweighed the other factors for him. It was the sole reason for his success as a respectable man of his society today. "But me, I can give you everything you have truly desired and longed for" a shaky sigh tumbled past her lips as one of her feet kicked against the ground in response to the feeling of his warm lips encasing one of her sensitive nubs between them.

"G- Grand General!" He could not help but smirk against her skin as his tongue ran around and caressed the treat that he was sucking on. This was the first time she had ever referred to him by his title and not some insult.

Everything was falling into place. That was the only way, after all. It was a plan perfectly executed. Formed and performed solely by him, there was no way it could not work.

Making her surrender was nothing compared to the careful plot he'd put forward and set into action in order to have her, a girl he could never have had otherwise unless in an undignified way. Rising the proper suspicions, inciting the calculated rumours, feeding into the whispers and accusations against the actually innocent Princess from a distance, he watched patiently in all his glory as victory approached him like its title depended on him, like he decided it's fate.

He had once warned her that her disrespectful and arrogant ways would be her demise. She had brushed it off and shot him a petty insult in response. And look where it had gotten her. Misunderstood for being what she was not simply because she didn't feign nobility that was really just a system of generational hypocrisy.

Ben loved that about her. And that was exactly why only he deserved her. He just had to have her. There could never be another way. Nobody could ever hope to understand this beautiful and ferocious flame of the best and the worst like he could.

She could only ever belong with someone like him. And him alone.

Yes. It was wretched but it was also divine. It was the greater good that easily dominated the minor factors involved in achieving his most prized possession.

Y/n was a writhing mess by the time he latched his tongue onto her other breast, sucking and gently biting the skin as he firmly held both her arms in one of his hands above her head. "Please~ please! Ben-"

Letting go with a plop, the male clicked his tongue and raised his head to level their gazes, shushing her with a hot kiss before punishing her with a stern bite to her bottom lip, pulling a loud whine out of the bride. "Now, who allowed you to call me that, my love?" When her lust clouded head tilted to the side in confusion, the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "It is Sir or Master for when you submit to me or when I want to use you, and husband for other times." As she gulped down bile, he brought his face so close to hers that their noses touched. "Which brings us right back to the first question; do you submit to me as my faithful wife to use and please whenever I desire?" While forcefully snatching and ripping something apart was fun, there was nothing more satisfying than breaking someone into submitting to what was inevitable. In this case that being him.

"W- Will you take this hideous thing off and make me feel… feel…" She didn't exactly know how it felt. "... However it feels…" Hanging her head low sheepishly, she bit her lip as her cheeks burnt in humiliation. Y/n felt exposed and vulnerable, wet in both arousal and with his spit.

"Why yes of course, dear." Enveloping the girl's lips in his, Ben took his time savoring the soft cushions of flesh and skin before letting go with quick chaste pecks. "All you need to do is accept your place and leave the rest to me. I will make it worth my best girl's while."

"Only girl, you mean" she quietly whimpered back, uncharacteristically submissive and meek as she dared to look up at him, whimpering when he deeply chuckled.

"Of course, my love." Letting go of her arms, Ben stood back to his height, easily towering over her not only through the inches but also due to how built he was, strong shoulders wide and body exuding a strong dominant aura foreign to and in contrast to that of the girl.

Y/n sighed and bit her lip, taking in one last breath before succumbing to the dull ache between her legs, desperate and helpless against her physical curiosities. And to be fair, he wasn't entirely wrong. She had always felt out of place. It was the primary reason she struggled to find herself a peaceful sanctuary, always at an edge, never relating to those around her and having trouble with expressing who she really was, careful and cautious of her covers and walls, afraid of coming off vulnerable.

Maybe this is where she would find it all. Under her husband and on her knees. After all the years of feeling like an outcast, maybe here, she could finally belong. Let go of the protective cuccoon of defiance, finally allowing herself to be vulnerable and not being met with disappointment because she did.

Or, this could all just be her desire toying with her rationality.

There was only one way to find out.

What else did she have to lose, really?

"Okay." Y/n finally spoke after what felt like an eternity, blinking as she came back to the present moment, looking Ben right in the eyes as he intently awaited the inevitable with crossed arms, taking in the sight of the girl's exposed body while completely clothed himself. Leaning forward, she pressed a timid kiss to his lips before going to lower herself on her knees only to wince when one of the man's hands suddenly found a bunch of her hair before curling the strands in a fist. "Ouch! Wha-"

"Ask for permission first next time" his commanding voice was stern, but definitely not as harsh as it could go. "Tsk, you might just need more discipline than I anticipated" tears welled up in her eyes from how rough his grip was.

"I- I am sorry, sir… I- I did not know" her voice broke towards the end, one shaky hand placing over his as it silently begged for mercy, the former Princess' body not used to anything harsher than a spanking but that too in the event of going beyond the line. "Please, sorry" Y/n sniffed as she blinked away the moisture in her eyes.

"You better be." Loosening his grip, Ben closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. "One should know their place to avoid a life of existential conflict" he repeated the words she would often tell him, causing her to flush. "And as much as I adore you, my sweet pea, yours is below mine." Hooking a finger under her chin, he raised her lowered head to be able to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Do you understand? Say yes sir."

"Y- Yes, sir." Y/n obeyed, sinking to the floor on her knees the moment the military hummed in satisfaction and let go of her.

"Now, what do we say?"

The girl gulped, hoping to get it right as she gripped her knees. "I- I accept my place as your… o- obedient wife, sir."

Although it was not what he fully wanted, this was tremendous progress and Ben decided to keep it as such, knowing he had all their lives to correct and improve her response to his liking. "See?" One of his heavy hands patted the top of her head. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" The girl shook her head as she peeked up at his form through her lashes.

"N- No, sir."

The male hummed in response, grabbing another fistful of her hair but much softer this time, turning towards the living room sofa before starting to drag her behind him. "Don't stand up" he warned when she went to get back up on her feet. "Good wives crawl for their husbands like worthy pets." Making sure the pull on her hair wasn't too hard, Ben looked back at her to admire the sight of her walking on all fours behind him, head slightly tilted towards him due to how he was holding her hair.

Could any other man ever make her look this perfect?

No.

She was beautiful in her submission, awaiting whatever he had planned for her, patiently kneeling before him when he sat down on the sofa and beckoned her closer.

"Between my legs, dear. You're doing so good." Ben decided to praise her, smiling when she bit her lip and blushed before lowering her head. "Now I know you're needy and it must be difficult for you, but before I open that belt, I need to make sure you deserve me. Will you be a doll and prove that you are worthy, hm?" Her breath hitched in her throat when his fingers toyed with the strands of her hair.

"I- I will try my best, Master."

"Good girl" the bride found herself liking the praise that she'd despised all her life. Maybe, she figured, it was due to who was saying it that she finally liked it. "Now, I need you to fuck your face on my cock, can you do that?" There was something about sweetly luring her into his web that force or roughness would drastically lack.

"H- Huh?" That earned her another one of his deep chuckles as he leaned forward and held her face in both his hands, tenderly stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He couldn't afford to break his trophy on its very first day now, could he?

"Of course I'll instruct you, my sweet girl." Pressing a series of feather light kisses to her face, he continued. "Because I would have been really fucking disappointed, had you known what I meant."

"S- So I did good?" Y/n was thankful that he was not actually the beast she had always thought him to be.

Or, was he?

"We will see" he leaned back against the rest of the sofa before getting comfortable and increasing his manspread. "Come here and undo my pants" although a bit embarrassed by his demand, the girl convinced herself that it was okay and this was in the privacy of the estate and between two spouses, biting one of her lips and doing as she was told. "Just like that" his fingers disappeared between her locks as he gently scratched her scalp in an encouraging manner. "Now pull them open and show me some love, baby."

Y/n was uncertain as she fumbled with the rough clothing of his army attire, fingers shakily pulling the opening of the pants apart to reveal his clothed cock as she shot him a quick peek, the sight of his dark eyes watching her igniting a flame between her hips. He was watching her. Tilting her head to the side, the girl tried to decide how she was going to show her love to him.

"Go ahead, touch it." Ben encouraged, a bit breathless as he played with her hair. This sight alone could make him cum. "It doesn't do harm… unless I want it to" a grin made it's way on his features when she gasped under her breath and blushed at his vulgar words. "And if you show it a good time, I'll make sure it won't. How's that for a deal?" Avoiding the man's eyes, the girl nodded and touched his clothed member with one timid hand, almost pulling back when he released a sharp sigh along a praise.

Pushing all sense of dignity to the side, she finally came to a decision of how she was going to show it love and… a good time. Leaning forwards and feeling her breasts go into a hanging position, Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Ben's hard and restrained cock, unsure but hopeful.

"Fuck…" His responsive curse came quick. "Just like that. Keep going." Sighing in relief, the former Princess tried her best to touch and stroke it the best she could, kissing and tracing the shape with the tip of her nose as well as fingers. "Good, good girl. Take it out, don't be shy. It is only your husband's" ignoring the heat that the shame and embarrassment lit up inside her, the girl peeled the cover off his cock obediently, gasping when it sprang out before gulping at the sight of its girth as well as length.

"Pretty" the word betrayed her mouth before the could register it, gasping and covering her mouth as her widened eyes shot up to his face while hurriedly shaking her head. "N- No! I- I mean-"

"It's alright. I am glad you feel that way, darling." He couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride. She was too good. "Because you are going to be seeing and taking a whole lot of it." Even though he wanted to savour this moment where the former brat worshipped and praised his cock, his testicles were growing impatient by the passing second. "Why don't you take it in your mouth and appreciate it's beauty then, hm?"

"T- Take it in my mouth, Master?!" The virgin was baffled at his words.

Ben raised an eyebrow as the grip he had on her scalp stiffened just a little. "Worthy wives take it wherever their husbands desire, little one." A wince tumbled past her lips at the burning sensation in her scalp and she succumbed to his authority without much fight, lowering her head and reaching for his cock. "Now, that's a perfect girl right there" caressing the hair at the back of her head, the male once again resumed his relaxed position.

Unable to contain herself, Y/n pressed a few more kisses to the length before reaching the tip, her inexperienced fingertips tracing the base and lips latching an open mouth kiss to the leaking opening on the top of the package, mouth scrunching just a little at the taste of his precum but not stopping there as her own knees were starting to shake both from being in an unfamiliar position for so long now and because the ache between her legs was now turning into a pulsating sensation.

"Fuck, you feel so good, doll." Ben's fingers curled against her hair unintentionally as Y/n finally let his cock violate the previously virgin entrance of the warm cavern of her mouth, tongue innocently moving to make way for his length but unknowingly providing him sweet stimulation. "Fuck, Y/n-" the man had to tilt his head back as he felt his back arch, hand impatiently pushing her face down a few inches only for his toes to curl when she gagged and choked in response to the tip coming in contact with the back of her throat, the flesh and moist walls tight and hot against his length, the coughing causing vibrations all the way down to his balls.

"Shit, you're so good for me, baby" allowing her to breathe once he realised that he had restricted her air flow by pressing her face all the way down to his balls, Ben mumbled praises to keep her motivated. "Keep going, you will earn yourself many rewards if you continue this course, sweetling." Simply the fact alone that today it wasn't just some whore he had to pay and pretend that it was Y/n -which he had been doing since the day he had first noticed her blossming breasts and sharpening figure as well as features which signalled maturity, ultimately igniting in him a desire unknown to him prior that instance- and it was indeed the actual girl in flesh sucking his cock obediently as her nostrils flared to inhale as much air as possible, Ben knew he was going to climax harder than ever.

Fumbling in his blazer pocket for the key of her chastity belt, the military pulled it out right before pushing her face down all the way to his balls and raising his hips off the cushion to fuck his approaching high down her slippery throat which he planned to open up and improve in the near future.

Y/n shakily held on to his knees for support as she loudly gagged, the air leaving her lungs as she felt her mouth getting stuffed full of his cock and balls with each thrust before he'd pull almost all the way out only to intrude the same way all over again before entering her throat one last time and fucking the cavity in short and rough thrusts, pulling her face up and down by her hair to aid his pleasure before releasing half his seed down her throat and the other half all over her pretty face while jerking it out of himself.

"Heavens, you look so beautiful, doll" Ben panted as he placed himself back down, letting go of his cock as he recovered from the best fuck of his life as of today. "Can any other man make you look so pretty?"

"N- No, sir" the girl struggled to respond as she gasped for air, the tight knots in her stomach a burning mess now as she felt something trickle down the urinal point of her belt.

"That is right. They can't. No one can except for I." Picking up the key now, he smirked. "And tell me this now, can you ever hope to be above me when you're kneeling in front of me like a personal fuck slave, face dripping of and mouth painted with my seed as you cannot even control your own pleasure, waiting for me to let you open and decide if you deserve anything at all, or not?" The smug smirk was back on his devilishly handsome face. "I still cannot understand why you ever thought yourself above anyone when you're so obviously nothing but a pathetic little girl meant to serve." Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as the girl realised her position, his taunts burning hot against her cheeks as she stared in her lap.

"T- Thank you for re- reminding me of my p- place, sir" Ben was a bit taken aback by her words, not expecting such a level of submission just yet. But perhaps she was more fragile than he had expected.

"But," not wanting to break her as she was still his dearest babe, the man cupped both her cheeks and tilted her head up to look into her pretty eyes. "This side and place of yours is limited only to me between the walls of this estate because I am your keeper and this is our house, yes? Anyone else hoping to disrespect my love will have to go through the perdition that is I" his words were determined and firm as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, causing a smile to form on the bride's face as she lunged forward against rational thought, snaking her arms around his iron hard shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck as a muffled sob left her worked up and sensitive body.

Inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, Ben kissed the side of her head as he let her hold him, caressing the small of her back with one hand as the other silently undid the lock of her chastity belt, pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder as he lowered the metal casing and frowned at the dents it had caused on her skin, briefly tracing one of them before letting his fingers find her core.

Y/n's back arched in response as her body jolted up and tried to back away from his body but Ben only held her tighter against him with one hand, the other toying with her dripping petals and flesh. Her breaths became quickened and heavy as she dug her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders, whimpering and mewling against the skin of his neck.

"You're dripping just from sucking my cock" the man whispered against the shell of her ear as he chuckled and placed a smack against one of her ass cheeks. "A pleaser, are we? Tsk, naughty little girl."

The girl jumped from the spank, whimpering before letting out a tiny moan right underneath his ear. "O- Only for you, sir… T- Thank you, sir… F- Feels so… ah~" her toes curled in defense when one of his fingers intruded the privacy of her sex, feeling the ridiculously tight ring of muscles before moving up to it's total length as his thumb caressed her nub.

"See where being good gets you?" Ben praised as he proceeded to finger fuck her tight entrance, free hand feeling her breasts. "Isn't this so much better than all that foolishness you like to indulge in?" Another slap resounded against one of her cheeks and the girl yelped loudly in response, her sweaty arms sliding off his smooth uniform blazer and elbows landing against his laps just in time to refrain herself from landing face first on his manhood.

"Thank you, sir. You're right. Thank you so much, sir!" Y/n cried from the pleasure, not knowing why Ben kept spanking her as his fingers scissored her virgin walls open to be able to accommodate his cock without the entrance ripping into becoming a mess, but the harsh stings forming due to the slaps sent jolts of pleasure and shivers down her abdomen and straight to her core. "This is so good, Master! You're so good! Thank you! Thank you!" Her hot tears fell in the form of thick droplets right on the male's sensitive cock and he winced, grabbing a bunch of the bride's hair with the hand that wasn't stretching her supple velvet walls and pushing her back against the small coffee table that was placed adjacent to the sofa.

"Fuck" he couldn't help but curse at the sight of her stretched open pussy clinging to his wet fingers as her breasts laid on her chest like sweet peaches awaiting to be devoured, face red and covered in cum with a continuous supply of tears cascading down her tender cheeks, elbows and knees violently shaking as they did their best to lean against the surface behind her for support. "You look so fuckable, dear."

Y/n's whole body spasmed at his filthy words. "Please, please, please, sir!" She had a rough idea of what she was begging for, but yet not familiar or trained enough to be able to word it. "Please! I'll be so good for you! So, so good! Please!"

"Well, that is the only way for you, my precious" Ben husked, painfully hard again. Who wouldn't be? It was a breath taking sight. Perfectly obscene and beautifully vulgar. "Fuck. I need to enjoy you and it's impossible here" effortlessly lifting the bottom half of her body up and off the ground and directly onto his erection like her soft walls were nothing but a mere sleeve meant to accommodate his cock and it alone, his tip easily found her sensitive bundle of nerves due to the position and his length, of course.

"Isn't this an alluring fucking sight?" Ben grunted, voice deep and skin shiny with a sheen of sweat covering it, a droplet falling off the side of his eyebrow as he hurried to the master bedroom with his cock stuffed wife sobbing against him, her walls spasming against the girth of his cock as her trembling legs dangled at her sides. "Look at your pretty little cunt seeming as if it is about to tear" placing her back against the mattress, Ben impatiently gave her a thrust as he kicked his shoes off and climbed into the bed, crotch attached to hers.

Maybe he would sleep like that tonight. Buried deep inside the tender and warm cavity.

"H- Hurts but feels so good, s- sir" Y/n whispered out in a sob, looking down at her husband as he groped and pinched her breasts, greedily kissing and sucking at the skin before moving up to her neck, his hips never slowing down as he gave her deep and rough thrusts, one of his hands playing with the folds of her clit.

Ben busied himself with colouring her soft skin purple and blue with his mouth, the hand that wasn't playing with her folds trailing up the length of her arm when he felt her tighten against his cock, fingers finding hers as he intertwined them, giving her brutal thrusts as she cried out and threw her head back, back arching as her toes curled and vision went black, ears going numb as jolts of pleasure reverberated throughout her trembling body in response to his hard length abusing her special spot whilst stimulating her labia.

"T- Thank… sir… I… God…" Y/n cried through her euphoria, at a loss of both coherent words and thoughts, body going still as she stared up at the ceiling aimlessly, blinking away the multi coloured stars forming in her vision, numb pussy defensively milking the male's cock in response to the overstimulation as he was still fucking her almost lifeless body just as relentlessly to chase his own orgasm.

"Now you know how that feels" still holding her hand just as tightly, Ben propped himself up on one elbow to get a look at her fucked out expression, his cock twitching at the beautiful sight of the distant look on her red face. "And next time when it approaches, you are to ask my permission to succumb to it first, else unpleasant consequences will follow." With another rough series of curses, he emptied his load in her and painted the walls around them white.

"Isn't that pretty?" Pulling himself out sooner than he wanted to, Ben panted as he pumped himself to fully enjoy his high, treating himself with the sight of her no longer virgin entrance oozing of his cum for the sacrifice he'd made of not fucking his high up her womb as the girl panted under him, thoroughly spread as well as fucked.

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I’ve been thinking of drawing joker out/the KCU as marvel mutants (so like xmen, the brotherhood, etc) and I’m trying to think who each of them would be

Käärijä is very obviously Toad

Green

Long tongue

Just a little guy

I can see Jan as the Scarlet Witch

Associated colour is red

Amazing hair

Would still be more accurate casting than Elizabeth Olsen let’s be real

Bojan could be either Rogue

The grey streak in his hair makes him look like her already

He’s such a tactile person, just imagine the angst of him not being able to touch anyone

Or Quicksilver

Energetic

Has never been a serious goose in his life

Is basically already siblings with Jan

The rest idk about yet, though Jure obviously has to have some sort of feline-based powers

#is there overlap between these fandoms? probably right?#joker out #xmen au #käärijä

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💚 That Strange Doctor, Stephen

Imagine You and Me || Accepting

Oh, Nonny. Dunno if you're the same one, but do buckle in. This one promises to be extensive.

How do I love him? Let me count the ways. Aside from my first exposure to the Xmen, which got me into comics in the first place {one of my prized possessions is an in-plastic is Uncanny X-men #266. The first appearance of Gambit}. But being the person I have always been, it was magick that drew me in deeper and that's when I found, at the same time, both Stephen and Constantine.Yes, my two favourite wizards, by whatever name you wish to call them. Originally, I was so mad about Benny being cast, I almost boycotted the movie, but my gaming group decided to see it as a group and for a friend's birthday so I was obliged. I left the theatre in awe. He looked the part. He sounded the part. And for some hours {and years, clearly} later? I was a kid all over again, experiencing it like it was new. A wonder I haven't felt often in a long time. I also owe a dear friend of mine about a decade or so worth of apology because I didn't understand Benny's appeal...until his cheek bones cut the diamond of my wedding ring in half.

Prologue concluded, onto the show.

Matt's Stephen is absolutely perfect, even when he thinks he isn't. Upon us discussing plotting, I put forth the idea...which I had already sort of HC'd about 4 years give or take; that Beth *had* been at medical school to be a Neurosurgeon. That she'd gone to Columbia, and then dropped out during her residency {so technically she does have an MD, she's just not a doctor}, and I never stated why, but that this all happened around the time of Andy's 'death'. Which if we match up timelines, puts Stephen working at and lecturing for Columbia, around the time of the Chitauri invasion. Everything lined up for Beth being Stephen's student, and Matt ~gracious and generous to a fault~ agreed to let that be a case, giving them an almost instant rapport, as they would have by now known one another for years. And this is where everything becomes...complicated. Beth being who and what she is often needs time to even find someone attractive beyond whether or not they are aesthetically/artistically appealing. Check and check. She needs to bond with someone to feel the slightest bit motivated to want anything beyond friendly interaction and good heavens does that person have to be intelligent {the quickest way to a girl's heart is through her brain and/or empathy}. Again, check. She appreciates a wicked sense of humour, a compassionate or humanitarian soul, and it doesn't hurt when a person can keep up with her familial lifestyle, and her need to ditch it all for some time away from the cut-throat world of the .001% wealthy and ambitious. You can see where this is going. Stephen is, and was, literally the most perfect man on the planet. So why didn't...? Because she literally met him between the ages of 16-18, when he was already at least in his mid twenties, if not slightly older. She was also his student, and say what you like about Stephen, he isn't a predator. Yes he admired her brain. Was proud of her skill and her adaptability. Maybe even marvelled, pardon the pun, at how quickly she could pick up his wavelength, and be an extra set of hands and senses for him. The drive, the ambition, all of that maybe reminded him of himself. Stephen claimed her, when no one else would. But then she left him, without ever saying why. She sacrificed her life, her career, and any potential for the sake of not damaging his reputation, tarnishing his image, or being faced daily, hour by hour, second by second, the one person she couldn't love.

She really should have had a chat with him, is what I am saying. There is so much more I could say about this, that it could be broken into many parts of this length or longer, or go under a read more. I'm going to stop myself. In various verses, regardless of ships {respected and appreciated and loved even if the other mun doesn't know it} there really is no verse in which Beth doesn't love Stephen. As a friend, a mentor, as someone who believes in her when no one else would, with every ounce of soul she possesses. It doesn't matter the circumstance. Beautifully, tragically, I believe Stephen feels the same again, with respect and admiration, regardless of verse and romantic partner. {Some of the best ones are actually those in which say... Eddie and Beth are a couple, and Stephen is with Wanda or Sigyn and each is cheering the other on and sometimes giving unsolicited advice. Maybe especially these, like 15-Verse Stephen.} But yes. I stand by the "I love you, in every universe." {{?????/10 because I can't even}} {{I also blame Matt entirely}}

#Mahalo!Nonnymouse <333 #Tangleweave #Sphere Music|Stephen and Beth #The Flames that Burn|Dr Strange au

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mai what are we going to do i cant handle bad comic xmen AND mcu xmen. i cant take seeing a new-new cast of the same bitches im TIRED

only way to go is to imagine it doesn't exist... but i don't want to forgo my Tumblr tags. i want to be able to go to the tag and not see MCU shit. they took Marc Spector from me.... they took matt Murdock from me.... THEY TOOK NATASHA FROM ME

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Disney has the rights to xmen too. I can’t imagine having two bloated casts on the same screen. If eternals goes ahead they need to severally cut down the cast or it’ll be more poorly reviewed and disliked films for Disney marvel in the future.

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eternals-ikaris · 3 years

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Can we talk about the rampant ableism in the prequel X-Men series though, Charles literally never spent the whole movie in his wheelchair and what the fuck was that “making him walk” scene in Dark Phoenix for?

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 3 years

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Soulmate | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,226

Summary: Feeling a bit down from the dark winter nights, (Y/N) reminds Ben what really gives life meaning

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Winters were always hard. It was consistently too cold to go outside for long periods of time, the sun was always hidden behind the clouds and when it was up, for the entirety of the month of December, it was only in the sky over London for a grand total of thirty-seven hours. Work often started before the sun was up and only ended once it was, once again, out of the sky. For some people, this life of constant darkness didn’t stop outside. As the days wore on, it began to seep into the very souls of those who found themselves stuck in the rut known as life, and like so many others this time of year, Ben too found himself stuck deep in the muck of this rut.

The blonde actor sighed, running a hand over his face as he stepped out of the rehearsal hall, the bitterly cold English winter breeze hitting him, sending a shiver through him right to the bone. As much as he loved his job, he was grateful that this day was finally over. He wanted nothing more than to go home and lay in his bed, the duvet pulled over his head, and disappear to the world. That however was impractical, he was Ben Hardy after all. It didn’t matter what he did, as much as he hated it sometimes, the world was always watching him. He could be taking the tube home and do something as simple as sneeze and he’d read about it in the tabloids the next morning. For that reason alone, he barely went out anymore, and with the suffocating nature about that and the ever-imposing darkness of winter, Ben felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into his own pit of despair.

Upon walking through the front door of his flat, Ben was greeted by the happy yipping of his beloved beagle Frankie. She trotted up to the actor putting her paws on his knee as he crouched down, pushing herself up to lick at his face. Ben smiled softly, the love the beagle was sharing with him doing little to fill the ever-growing blackhole he felt in his heart. Frankie, of course, could sense this sadness being very in tune to her doggy dad’s needs and emotions, but even if she couldn’t fully give light to this darkness within him, she sure was going to give it her best shot. “Hey Frankster…” Ben cooed softly to the beagle. “How’re ya doin'…?” He sighed, gently scratching her behind the ears. “Is (Y/N) home yet…?” He asked her, Frankie yipping in response at the familiar name, running off down the hall a little ways before turning around to face her dad expectantly, silently begging him to follow her. “I’m going to take that as a yes then.” He smiled, quickly kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat and scarf before walking after the beagle who patiently waited at the end of the hall.

Frankie barked happily before leading the actor to the kitchen where he saw her, her (H/L) (H/C) locks flowing elegantly down her back as she stood at the stove cooking their supper for that evening in one of his T-shirts and a pair of leggings. She hummed quietly to the music that played via the turntable from the speakers in the sitting room. She looked down, a soft, loving smile playing on her lips as the beagle ran beneath her feet, rubbing herself lovingly against her legs. “Hey Frankie, did you find daddy?” She asked the beagle sweetly, the dog yipping happily in response. “Good job, Hun.” She smiled turning around to face the blonde she had come to know and love as her fiancé. Her (e/c) irises twinkled in the dim kitchen light, smiling happily at the young actor, just as the smile on her lips did. “Hi.” A weak, emotionally and physically exhausted smile stretched across the actor’s face as he approached her, pulling her in tightly to his body as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He took a deep shaky breath, breathing in her scent, taking a moment to memorise it as if it would be the last time he’d ever breath it in. She smiled softly, letting out a small breath herself as she reached up to soothingly run one hand over his upper back, the other running through his soft, golden curls, gently scratching at his scalp like she knew he liked. “Welcome home, love.”

Ben let out a long sigh, sinking further into her embrace. “Glad to be home…” He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on hers, unafraid to show her the sadness that lurked within his celadon irises. “Glad to be with you…” He breathed, casting his glance downward.

(Y/N) pulled back ever so slightly, capturing the blonde’s chin between her pointer finger and thumb, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead before lifting his gaze back up to meet her own. The smile never faltered from her lips as she gently caressed his cheek. She knew how he could get at this time of year, and (Y/N) always knew the perfect remedy to put that smile she loved so much back on his face. “Why don’t you go take a hot shower and put on your comfies and when you’re ready, come back out to the sitting room…?” She smiled happily at him. Ben nodded slowly before slowly retreating from the kitchen into their shared bedroom and then the en-suite bathroom. He flicked on the light and turned on the water before he stripped off his jeans and jumper.

The actor climbed in the shower, letting the hot water cascade down over him as he leaned against the cool tile wall with a sigh, melting away his woes and sorrows of the dark, depressing, seemingly endless winter, and his miserable day at work. Another day, another disagreement with the director over his acting, another person trying to tell him he wasn’t good enough, that he was too fat, or that he wasn’t handsome enough to make it in this business. Ben, of course, knew this was a bunch of bollocks and that it was simply the haters trying to bring him down with them, but their words still felt like knives to the heart. They lingered, the words echoing through his mind in an endless loop reminding him of his imperfections and insecurities. Maybe to some extent they were right, maybe he didn’t belong in the acting business, maybe for the last ten years he had been wasting his life amounting to nothing more than a few lucky breaks and seemingly decent looks, with no real talent at all. Some part of him always thought that acting was his spark, his soul purpose for living, maybe he had been wrong.

The actor emerged from the shower some twenty minutes later. He dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist before padding his way out into the bedroom. Sitting neatly folded on the bed was his favourite navy hoodie, his black Led Zeppelin T-shirt, and a pair of adidas joggers. Ben felt his heart flutter ever so slightly at his fiancé doing this for him while he was in the shower. He pulled on the new clothes, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of his hoodie, it smelled like his (Y/N). He smiled softly; she had been wearing it earlier like she always was. With the hood pulled up over his head and slipping on the black slippers she had gotten him for Christmas, Ben slowly shuffled his way back out to the sitting room where (Y/N) sat, flipping through one of their many streaming services. Sensing his presence behind her, (Y/N) turned around to face Ben, the smile still ever present on her lips. “There, that’s better now isn’t it?” She smiled walking up to him, gently twirling a lock of his golden curls that stuck out from under the hood as she pulled him into another hug.

“I suppose…” He sighed into her embrace.

“Come on then.” She smiled, taking him by the hand before leading him over to the couch.

She gently pushed him to sit down before covering him with the navy weighted blanket he had gotten her for Christmas. “But (Y/N), this is yours…” He played with the fabric as she patted the cushion between her and Ben, Frankie taking this gesture as her signal to jump up onto the couch before nestling herself down on her dad’s lap.

“And right now, you need it more than I do, love.” She smiled, gently caressing his cheek. Frankie let out a whimper at the sight of this, making both the actor and his fiancé chuckle softly. “Alright Franks, you can have a scratch too.” She smiled leaning down to scratch the beagle behind the ears, planting a small kiss to the top of her head. Ben watched as she turned to the side table where she picked up a whiskey tumbler before turning back to him, handing him the glass. “An Old-Fashioned Whiskey on the rocks, just as you like it.” She smiled handing him the cold glass.

“Thanks…” He replied in a small voice as she turned back to the television set.

“And of course, Star Wars Episode IV, your favourite.” She pressed play the screen lighting up with the opening ‘A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…’ before the opening chord to the Star Wars theme blasted through the speakers. “I’m just going to finish making supper, I’ll bring it out here when it’s done, and then we can watch the film together. Sound good?” She asked with a smile. Ben nodded weakly, his fiancé’s smile only growing wider as she leaned in to place another kiss to his forehead. “Good, now you and Franks watch the film, I won’t be long.”

Ben turned his glance to the screen for a few moments after she left the room, absentmindedly stroking the head of his beagle as he took a sip of the drink (Y/N) had prepared for him. A small smile played on his lips as he looked down at the blanket, “You really thought of everything…”

Around twenty minutes later, (Y/N) was emerging from the kitchen carrying a plate of his favourite food, spaghetti carbonara. “There you are my love.” She handed him the plate and fork after he set down his half drank whiskey. “Come on Frankie, let’s go get your supper.” She motioned for the beagle to follow her. Frankie yipped happily before scurrying off after (Y/N). When his fiancé returned a few moments later, she was carrying a plate of her own food before she sat down next to her blonde actor. She looked down at his plate seeing he had left his untouched. “Oh love, you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“And you didn’t have to do all of this for me, yet you did.” He offered her a weak smile.

She smiled brightly at him, each one warming his heart a little more, rekindling the embers that were so desperate to be relit within him. “Well, I’m here now.” She giggled pointing to his food. “Eat up, a nice meal will do you good.” Once the actor was satisfied, his belly filled with the delightful meal she had made him. She set their plates in the kitchen, opting to do the washing up later before returning, leaning up against the armrest of the couch on the far side away from him before spreading her legs apart for him to sit between. “Come on, your turn to be little spoon tonight.” She smiled at him. “No objections.” She silenced him when he tried to, as he normally did, protest as he liked to be big spoon and hold her close like a teddy. He nodded before caving to her demand, sighing as he leaned against her chest. She pulled the weighted blanket further over his shoulders before pulling him close. Ben took a few deep breaths, taking in her scent and letting the sounds of her soft breathing and steady heartbeat calm him further. This was why Ben loved (Y/N) so deeply, she always knew what he needed to feel better and this was no exception. “So, you want to talk about it at all…?” She asked him about halfway through the film.

“Same thing it always is these days…” He sighed. “Another day, another day I feel like I’m wasting my time with this whole acting thing…”

“Oh, love, you don’t mean that. You’re just stuck on a little plateau at the moment.”

“Yeah, one I’ve been stuck on for almost a year now…” He sighed. “Just can’t seem to get the parts I want anymore...I don’t know maybe I’m just not cut out for this business…”

“Ben, you’ll get your chance when the time is right. It’ll come sooner than you think.”

“But when?”

“When you least expect it.”

Ben sighed softly to himself, he had a feeling she was going to say something like that. She always did. “Ever since I fell in love with the theatre when I was a teenager...I thought it was my life’s purpose to act, that it was my ‘soul purpose’ for being on this planet...but with each passing day, I feel as though maybe I missed my calling...maybe I should’ve done something else.”

“Do you love what you do?”

“Of course.”

“Then why should it matter as long as you’re happy? I’m no expert when it comes to matters of the soul, love, but what I do know is as long as you’re happy, as long as you are living life to the fullest, that’s all that should matter.” She smiled at him, soothingly running a hand through his hair. “The funny thing about life Ben, I don’t believe we’re born with a soul purpose. It’s something we’re told we need create, something we have to find for ourselves. Something to supposedly give our lives meaning.” She smiled, soothingly running her hands through his hair. “What we perceive to be our purpose grows and changes with us just as we do.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well take me for instance, I thought that my purpose in life was to be a (your dream job), and for a time that was true. It’s what I’m good at, and what I enjoy doing but that all changed about...two years ago now, the 7th of January I believe.”

Ben wracked his brain for a few moments trying to figure out the significance of that particular date before it dawned on him. Ben turned his gaze up to meet hers. “Isn’t that…?”

“The day we met.” She smiled down softly at the actor. “It was that day I realised that my true purpose in life wasn’t to be a (your dream job)...”

Ben furrowed his brow, sitting up ever so slightly, a sadness lurking within his gaze. He knew that she had given up a few opportunities over the two years they had been together in order to be with him, the last thing he needed to hear right now was how he might’ve ruined her life. “What was it then…?”

(Y/N) smiled at Ben, gently reaching out to caress his cheek. “My purpose in life changed when I met you Ben. When the universe brought you into my life, I realised...I was born to love you.” She smiled brightly at him. With each word she uttered, every movement, every gesture of love she showed him, Ben felt the blackhole in his chest close a bit more. “I was merely living before you...you gave my life meaning, you gave me something to live for, somewhere to come home to, someone to do better for.” She casted her glance downward for a moment before looking back up at the blonde actor, the smile never falling from her lips, just as bright as the morning sun. It shot through her into his dark soul, warming him to his very core, striking out the last little bit of darkness within him as with that one look, that one soliloquy alone, she relit the fire that he had thought had gone out weeks ago. “I live for you, Ben...I’m happiest when I’m with you, and no job, no material thing, no vast amount of wealth could ever change that. We could be homeless with nothing to our names but the clothes on our backs and I would still be the happiest woman alive because...I’d have you.”

Ben knew that he loved (Y/N) prior to this evening more than anything, he had asked her to marry him after all, but after this, she had only solidified her place in his heart. Truth be told, he never really thought of soul purposes like that. He had always figured there was a specific thing he was supposed to do, something he was supposed to accomplish with his life while he had it on this planet, and that having someone you love to share that life with was simply a bonus. Like (Y/N) had two years prior, in that moment, the young actor realised his true purpose in life. He smiled at her, a genuine smile, a bright smile, his first in weeks as he leaned in to place a tender loving kiss to her lips, the last of the darkness he felt within him falling victim to the light she had shared with him. He pulled back before resting his forehead on his. “Then we’re soulmates.” He spoke softly, love and affection dripping from his every word. “Because I live for you. You make me live. Every day you surprise me by showing me a new way to live, opening the door to life and its many possibilities…” He paused looking down. “More importantly, you make the darkness inside me go away...you’re like my personal ray of sunshine, and I will spend the rest of my life doing the best I can to be yours...because without you, my heart is a black void of nothing...you give me something, everything to live for, (Y/N), and I am all the better man because of you.” He smiled, reaching up to gently wipe away the tear from her cheek that had managed to escape as she returned the bright smile.

She leaned in, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another passionate kiss, a kiss with the fire power of a thousand and one suns, a kiss that shamed every other one that had ever been shared between any two people. She pulled back ever so slightly, her (E/C) irises connecting with those now happy, sparkling celadon eyes she loved so much. “I love you, Ben...with my very soul.”

“I love you too, (Y/N)...or should I say soulmate.” He smiled before leaning in for another kiss, so that he might feel the great joy he always felt from sharing life with her, from being with her. Sure, on his worst days, he might not be a good actor in his own mind, but when he went home to (Y/N) at night that would all change. The rest of the world didn’t matter to him as long as he had her. She was, after all, his soulmate.

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hey there! i write for these characters

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*NOTE* almost all my works right now are fem!reader (I have one male!reader now). if you identify as male or non-binary, I am more than happy to write that for you if requested! most of my pairings are male x fem!reader, however there are a couple female x fem!readers up, and if requested I am totally good to write for you! finally, if any of my works use descriptors that don’t fit you or your ethnicity, please let me know! I try my hardest to be as vague as possible so that my works can be read by everyone! love you all

#fanfic #the avengers #obx netflix #teen wolf #xmen imagine #mcu cast

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Theories for WandaVision:

-Wanda didn't create this reality herself, but rather an outside force and I think it's Mephisto.

-Mephisto and Wanda interacted a lot in the comics and was partially the reason why Vision and Wanda could have children because the twins were connected to him in a weird way.

-Agnes is really Agatha Harkness. A witch who is the right hand man, or in this case woman, for Mephisto. She also had a tie into Wanda in the comics as well.

-Pay close attention to what Agnes says in the episodes. She's always talking about having a 'trick up her sleeve' and saying things revolving around magic or tricks.

-Why would Mephisto be doing this? He's the devil and why not go after the strongest Avenger? Make her break until she commits genocide (like she does to mutants in the comics).

-SPOILER WARNING FOR EPISODE 5:

-does this mean we finally get our mutant crossover happening?!

-I'm a HUGE fan of the X-men and have been waiting for this moment for a long ass time where we finally get to see a mutant and/or have mentions of mutants.

-Does that mean the X-men live in a different timeline and someone, aka Mephisto, is bleeding the timelines together??

#wandavision #spoilers #marvel #xmen #mcu cast #mcu imagine #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #vision

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killerqueenunderpressure · 4 years

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I was having a bad day and then my sibling sent me this

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thatpunkmaximoff · 4 years

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Current Obession: Ben Hardy.

6 Underground fucked me up, so if you know of any good Ben Hardy fics.. please link me!

Just please no kid fics.

#ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x oc #ben hardy fanfiction #borhap cast #bohemian rhapsody #6 underground #xmen: apocalypse

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Warren?

Warren x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, bad writing. Sorry in advance for all spelling and grammar mistakes

Word count: 1.3k

You awoke with a start. Your heart and mind racing, your eyes wide with fear. You looked frantically around the room not quite sure what you were expecting to see but all you were greeted with was your peaceful, empty room. The quiet and still of your room only made you feel worse and more paranoid. You know it was just a bad dream and you should be used to them by now but your heart wouldn’t stop racing. Your chest felt tight and there was a distinct lump in your throat as you blinked away the tears that were forming in your eyes. Before you knew quite what you were doing you were out of bed and had closed the door behind you.

You walked down the long barely lit hallway as quietly and calmly as you could, given your current state of mind. When you reached his door you hesitated, your mind swirling with doubt and your eyes welled up once again but no tears fell. Why were you here? You didn’t remember choosing to come here. You didn’t remember deciding to need him. And yet, here you were.

You and Warren had always been close and you thought of him as your best friend but was showing up at his door in the middle of the night going too far? He was probably sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb him over something so stupid. It was just a nightmare, get over it. And even as you thought these things you raised your fist to his door and knocked quietly.

“Warren?” you said softly then paused waiting for any sign of life from behind the door. After a moment you repeated your actions ever so slightly louder. This time the door swung open almost immediately after you called his name, to reveal a very sleepy and annoyed Warren. But when he saw it was you his expression softened.

“YN?” He asked concernedly “what time is it?”

You were wringing your hands nervously and when You opened your mouth to try to respond nothing came out

“What’s wrong?”

You avoid his gaze feeling scared and vulnerable and stupid for feeling that way. Warren sighs softly and steps to the side holding the door open for you. You hesitate for a microsecond before stepping forward into the moonlit room. You’d been in his room before, to study and whatnot but never at night. Never like this. You couldn’t help but feel that this was very different. That stepping through that door may have just changed everything between you and Warren.

Warren stood, his back to the closed door with his arms folded over his chest as he surveyed you with growing concern. You could feel him looking at you but you still couldn’t meet his eye so you slowly wandered over to the window on the other side of the room.

After a moment or two of silence, Warren made his way to you. Then he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder. The tears that had been threatening to fall since you awoke in a panic not 15 minutes ago suddenly slid down your face. You turned quickly in his arms so you were facing him. Your arms wrapped around him tightly and you buried your face in his shoulder. Warren's grip had loosed in shock. He has never seen you like this, but within moments he tightened his hold on you. One large hand was on the small of your back and the other on the back of your head, soothingly stroking your hair as you sobbed into him.

The two of you stayed that way for quite a while until the tears had stopped. When your grip finally loosened his did too. You tried to pull back from him but his hands held firm on your shoulders stopping you from going too far. You looked up at him and sniffled a bit sheepishly, unsure of what to say. But you didn’t have to say anything. You may not have told Warren about the nightmares but he knew all about your past and all the things you’ve been through. He’s also not an idiot. He sees how tired you are, he saw the fear and hesitation in your eyes when he suggested you two share a room on a mission, how you mumbled something about needing your own space even tho in the entire time he’d known you you've never needed space. Well, not from him at least. You finally opened your mouth to apologize, your gaze immediately dropping from his face to your hands which you were once again wringing but before you could speak, he stopped you.

“You don't have to say anything and you definitely shouldn't apologize.”

“But I-

“I know.”

“No, you don't. How could you? I haven't-” he cut you off once more

“I know” he spoke so softly and emotionally that you couldn't help but look up at him. When your eyes met his you saw that they were filled with sincerity and glittering with unshed tears. All your doubts started fading. Warren knew and it didn't matter how he knew. All that mattered was that he was there and he didn’t appear to be going anywhere and that thought alone was enough to make a tear slip down your cheek.

Warren gently moved his hand to cup your cheek and his thumb traced the trail the tear left as you two subconsciously moved back together until you were nearly chest to chest. Your eyes were locked on Warrens face while he was focusing on his hand on your cheek. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a fraction of a second but when you looked up his eyes were focused on your whole face again. Without thinking you leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips met his and for a moment the world seemed to stand still. But then your brain started screaming at you and you pulled away, immediately apologizing

“I’m so sorry Warren. I don’t know why I did that” you pulled fully out of his grasp as he stood there stunned for a few moments “fuck” you started pacing side to side in front of him in the dark room “fuck, I’m so stupid and so so so sorry. Why the fuck did I do that?” You were so caught up in you ranting that you hadn’t noticed Warren trying to speak. Your muttering was cut off when Warren spun you around to face him and kissed you. Your eyes were wide with shock for a second - but only for a second- before they slid closed and you melted into him. The kiss was passionate and emotional, the kind of kiss you’d expect two best friends to have after an emotionally charged moment.

When the kiss finally ended the two of you stayed forehead to forehead for a few minutes, breathing heavily, no words needed.

“We should probably get some sleep” Warren said in an almost whisper. You just nodded and made your way to the bed and climbed in. He followed suit. The two of you spent the next few minutes trying to find the best, most comfortable way to be which proved to be a little difficult given the size of the bed and Warrens wings. But, before too long you had worked it out. You were laying on your back and Warren was on his front. His legs entangled with yours, his arm and one of his wings thrown over your body. You had never felt more loved or protected in your entire life and as you drifted off to sleep you couldn’t imagine a life without Warren and you hoped he couldn’t imagine one without you.

“Warren?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you”

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