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onionsaremeansstuff · 6 months

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Learning Curve (m!reader)

Summary: 18+ 1.6k homelander x m!reader, established relationship, a LOT of dirty talk, praise kink (good boy), virginity kink, blowjob, mild breathplay.

Homelander teaches you how to suck his cock.

a slightly alternate version of the original, this fic features a male reader. enjoy!

“Now, you sure about this?” Homelander asks, one hand resting atop yours on his thigh, the other cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. “I’m sure,” you insist. He’s sitting comfortably in his fine leather recliner with you nestled between his legs, a pillow under your knees. You’ve wanted to do this ever since he first took you into his mouth and made you scream with his tongue. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” he purrs slyly, that thumb of his wandering from your cheek to the curve of your bottom lip. “Buuut… I’m not gonna say no to a blowjob.”

“Good,” you say, giving his thumb a kiss. He follows the movement intensely, and you know his mind is already deep in the pit of where those lips are about to be. “I want you to tell me what you like. I don’t wanna make a fool of myself down here,” you say, smiling sheepishly.

He huffs a laugh. “Fat chance of that. Alright, let me make myself a little more accessible for you, then,” he says, unclasping his belt. Your hands grip his inner thighs, encouraging them into a wider spread, anticipation making your stomach flutter. You watch him shift, working his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock from the confines of them, settling back down against the chair.

Tantalizingly, he grips the thick shaft of it, already more than half hard, and gives himself a slow, firm stroke, hyper focused on your face. The sight of his cock alone has saliva gathering on your tongue. You swallow.

“Well?” He prompts after a beat, lips quirked in a lopsided little smirk. “Not just gonna stare at it, are you?”

Your gaze flickers up. “Tell me what to do?” You prompt sweetly.

His eyes darken. You have to bite back a smile, knowing how much he loves it when you play up the virginal schtick, even if it’s been months since you actually were one. He loves any reminder of how thoroughly his you are. “Take it into your mouth,” he instructs, voice dipping lower, a slight glaze in his eyes as he slinks into the fantasy, and the role he’s to play in it. He leans his cock towards you, and you open your mouth obligingly, tongue flat, welcoming the head of his cock in. You close your lips, and he lets out a sigh that sounds somewhere between relief and exquisite agony. “Mmm, just like that. Use your tongue.” You move your tongue back and forth on the underside of his cock head, pairing it with a gentle suck, as if working a particularly large piece of candy against the roof of your mouth. The harder you suck, the more hitched, breathy little noises he makes. He’s so responsive to your every move, it makes you feel powerful.

“Give me your hand,” he says, gesturing with quick pulls of his fingers. You lift your hand, and he takes your wrist, guiding your hand to replace his own on his shaft. “Like this,” he says, curling his fingers around yours, showing you how tight to hold. He starts to stroke himself with your hand. All the while you feel your own arousal thump between your legs, your cock already straining against your underwear.

He moans lowly, taking his hand away once you’ve got the hang of it.

“Mm, God, you feel good,” he sighs, petting your hair lightly, occasionally pausing to cup the back of your head, though he never tries to push you down. He seems wholly content to be at your mercy, encouraging you with an endless supply of sweet, needy sounds for every inch deeper you take him. “Fuck, that’s… Mm, take your time. Good boy,” he says, settling his hands on either side of your head, angling you to get the best view of your mouth working his cock..

Glancing up, you see that he’s watching your every move, eyes half lidded, lips parted. He smiles faintly when he catches you looking at him, looking dazed by you. The feeling it gives you is intoxicating, has you determined to really blow his mind.

“You feel as good as you look,” he says, swallowing dryly. “I want to fuck you,” he continues, making your stomach flip. Stubbornly, you shake your head subtly, sinking further down onto his cock until the head of it bumps the back of your throat. “Jesus fuck,” he rasps, grip on your hair flexing. “You want this that bad?” “Mmmmhm,” you hum, drawing it out for the way he shudders at the vibrations.

“Ffffuck,” he half laughs, half gasps. “You are a good boy.”

You moan for him, bobbing your head in slow, rhythmic slides. You’re drooling a mess onto him, but you don’t care. So long as he keeps making those sounds for you, you’re not going to stop.

“Christ, how deep can you go? Show me, let me see how… How much you can take,” he groans, hands keeping you from pulling back, but not yet pushing you down. You swallow compulsively around his cock, fighting the urge to gag while your eyes water. You move down further, pushing until your nose bumps the thatch of hair at the base of his cock, surprising even yourself.

Not as much as you surprise Homelander. “Ooh, fuck,” he hisses, thighs trembling beneath your hands: they nearly feel like they’re vibrating, hot to the touch. It’s more akin to resting your hands on a thrumming engine than it is like touching a human body. His power is unfathomable to you, and never do you feel more aware of it than in these quiet moments of intimacy. One slip of his control, and he could ruin you.

“That’s–fuck, that’s so good, best head I’ve ever–ever fucking had, you’re so fucking good,” he moans, breaths growing more and more shallow as you pull back and start to fuck your throat properly on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, determined to, for once, be the one who rocks his world.

Homelander’s moans are getting pitchier. You can feel him getting closer by the way his cock throbs against your tongue, how his hands are tightening in your hair, and the way he’s barely restraining himself from thrusting against you.

“I can still fuck you. Suck your cock until you’re ready to come with me. I can smell how wet you are, you’re–you’re getting off on this, that’s so fucking hot,” he rasps. “Makes me wanna taste you again, feel you–feel your hole quiver when I tongue-fuck it.”

Though his offer makes your whole body tingle, you refuse, once again taking him all the way into your throat, wringing a gasp out of him. You’ve earned this. You want to make him come apart on your tongue the way he did you, you want to hear him fall apart because of what you have done.

You hear him whimper, and it makes your own achingly hard cock jerk. “Nnngh, fuck, m’close, m’gonna–m’gonna come,” he warns, panting fervently between pitchy keens. You move faster, sucking hard while you bob your head, jerking the base of cock in time, the wet noise of it positively obscene in your ears. Your jaw aches from the girth of him, but you won’t stop, you can’t stop. Not until you feel it. Homelander is breathing harder, faster. His head is thrown back now, hands trembling. “Aahh, mm, I’m–yeah, all the way down, all the way down,” he moans, and this time, he does push your head down, letting out a loud moan as he comes, the spill of it down your throat abrupt and unbelievably hot. You feel it move all the way down your body, load after load filling you up while he holds you so firmly in place, you can’t breathe.

You hear an unfamiliar noise pierce the air, cutting through the pound of your own heart in your ears, and you look up just in time to see Homelander’s lasers blow two perfect holes in the ceiling.

By the time he lets you up, you’re dizzy, sucking back air in sharp gasps. The whole world is spinning, but you feel it clearly when he takes hold of you, lifting you up into his lap without an ounce of struggle.

“Sorry, m’sorry, fuck, that was–fuck, good boy, good fuckin’ boy,” he murmurs breathlessly, helping you to straddle him before he cups your face, kissing you fervently. As he comes down from the high of it, his kisses become more languid, but no less thorough, his tongue curling against yours, cleaning the taste of himself from your mouth.

You sag down against him, content to let him do the work now, his praise settling warmly on every bit of you. Your jaw aches and your throat feels raw, but you don’t care. Not while he’s kissing you like that, cradling your body against his like you’re the most precious thing in the world, his own voice wrecked with the magnitude of his pleasure.

“How’d I do?” You ask, the deep fry in your own voice surprising you. You sound thoroughly fucked.

He laughs outright, the sound of it laced with disbelief. “Like a goddamn natural. If I knew you could suck cock like that,” he says, still kissing your lips, your cheek, your jaw. “I would’ve shoved mine between those lips of yours ages ago.”

Pride blossoms in your chest. You slip your arms weakly around his neck, feeling thoroughly drained, but more pleased with yourself than you can ever remember being. “Wanna do it again sometime,” you say, words half muffled into his collar.

“Mm, abso-fucking-lutely,” he rumbles, stroking your back. “But first… You are going to ride my face until you pass out,” he says, voice low and honey-sweet in your ear. “What’d’you say?”

You shiver–your own neglected arousal throbbing hot between your legs–and smile. The last time he made a promise like that, he had rimmed you until you were so overstimulated, so eager to come, you'd nearly cried.

And it was fucking incredible.

“You’re on.”

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #x male reader

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onionsaremeansstuff · 1 year

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To the edge

Any Male!Sub!Character x Dom!Male!Reader (character/person not defined)

Summary: After a whole month, you've decided to be merciful… just not too merciful.

A/N: Just a little something i wrote when i was bored. I didn't specified the character, so feel free to imagine whoever you want in this situation.

Warnings: Sex, edging, overtimulation.

He knew it wouldn't be easy.

He knew it wouldn't be exactly what you said.

Yet here he is, sitting in a chair with his arms tied behind his back, his eyes blindfolded, and his body shivering.

He knew he would be in this situation, and that's exactly why he accepted when you asked him if he wanted you to finally have mercy on him after the past month in denial.

All he could think about was how your mouth would feel around him, and God... It feels amazing.

He wishes he could feel this forever, well, until you spent the past... minutes? hours? He doesn't even know anymore sucking him.

Every single time he almost reaches his climax, you stop and start all over again.

And he knows better than to beg for his release, knowing damn well that It will only make you torture him for longer.

So he takes it like the man he is, holding tight to his hand when you take him all the way to the base and caress his balls.

His voice is tired from moaning, and his eyes are puffy from crying, but he can't stop himself from screaming your name again. And then there are his tears as you leave his member alone again.

But as he eagerly waits for you to do it again, something surprises him, his blindfold is gone, and you're gently touchinh his hair.

He looks at you, not knowing what to say, not knowing if he should beg or if he should thank you. But you don't give him a chance to choose as you get back into position.

"Be a good boy for me, will you?" You say in a deep tone as you take him in your mouth again.

He is thankful you decided to blindfold him before because he doesn't think he would be able to hold back this long with the sight of your gorgeous face with puffy red lips taking his angry red cockhead.

And he definitely wound't, because as soon as your lips touched him, he was gone.

His climax consumes him, making him almost lose consciousness. Luckily he is tied to the chair; otherwise, he would be lying on the floor right now.

As he slowly returns to reality, he takes a look at you.

You're still covered in his cum, your lips still red.

He notices you sticking your tongue out again and gently lapping at his cockhead, cleaning it of the rest of his release.

He shivers with the overstimulation, but not as much as when you take his cockhead in your mouth again.

He tries to say something, but he can't form a phrase.

You let his sore member go as you move next to his face. "I'm not done with you yet" you said, kissing his lips and going down on him again.

And again.

Until he doesn't have anything else to give you.

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onionsaremeansstuff · 1 year

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hi, I just finished reading ur soldier boy sex hcs (which were phenomenal) and was wondering if minors are allowed to interact with your works? i was planning to add ur fic to my soldier boy reblog collection and wanted to double check 😵‍💫

if not (which is 1000% okay) I just want to let you know how much I loved your hcs 🤍 it's rare to find posts on here that dont give everyone monsters cocks so I’m glad it was actually realistic :> AND IT WAS FTM FRIENDLY AHH 🙏 it was the perfect mixture between amab and ftm friendly that isn’t dysphoria inducing if that makes sense ?? and the characterization- STELLAR :> like soldier boy felt like soldier boy actually and how he would actually act and that is so rare surprisingly

anyways, have a fantastic day/night !!

Omg thank you!!!!!! I really, really appreciate it!!!

And no, I don't have any problem with anyone interacting with my posts.

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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The Price of Surviving

Pairing: Homelander X Reader ( No gender specified )

Warnings: DubCon, handjobs, Homelander level of weirdness, Grey!Reader.

Summary: Homelander is stressed, so he called you.

A/N: This is a quick fic, I hope you enjoy it.

The world is not kind.

It's dog eat dog world where the weak perish and the strong survive.

You are simple human, no powers, no money, no influence.

And that's why you always did what was necessary in order to survive, even if there was a price.

And that's why you're currently in front of the door of Homelander's private room.

You sighed before knocking on the door. A second later, the owner of the room opened it for you.

Homelander looked stressed, as always.

Well, he wouldn't have called you if he wasn't.

You didn't ask what he wanted, you already know damn well what he wants.

You gave him a smile and he gave you a creepy smile back.

Homelander took you hand and guided you to his bed.

"You are the only one who understands me, Y/N" Homelander told you, as he makes you sit on his bed.

The supe sit on you side and soon his head was on your lap.

You, honestly, don't understand him. In fact, you're afraid of him. But having him on your side was the best way of surviving.

Your hand soon touched his hair and he closed his eyes.

" You're doing amazing, John " You told him as you pet his hair " We all love you, our protector ".

You keep caressing his hair and telling him praises.

It was a simple work.

You don't know exactly how you got yourself in this thing.

But you got a promotion and some good benefits for it, so you can't complain.

" You're the only one I trust in this place " he groaned " All the others are a bunch of rats who will betray me"

" They are all just jealous, because you're perfect " You lied to him.

You take a look at his pants.

Usually he would get an erection after sometime and would tell you're free to go.

Lucky you, you already could see a bulge.

" Just a few more minutes " you thought.

But you were catch by surprise when his hand touched your free hand.

He never did it before.

His hand grabbed yours and placed it under his belly.

You got nervous as he pulled his pants down and revealed his cock.

Before you could even react, he grabbed your hand again and made you hold his member.

" The only one I trust " he groaned.

You pondered about what to do.

It could get you anything you wanted, and you would have Homelander wrapped around your finger.

So when he thrusted against you fist, you decided to give what he wanted.

You moved your hand slowly,up and down.

He moaned loudly.

" Please tell me I'm good, tell me I'm the good guy " he begged and thrusted against your hand again.

You gave him what he asked.

After quite some time, he finally orgasmed on your hand when you told he was being a good boy.

He raised from you lap and pull his pants up again.

When he said he was going to shower you told him you'd head home, only for him to shake his head.

" You will stay here tonight "

You faked a smiled and watch as the supe headed to his bathroom.

You looked at your hands.

One was covered in semen.

The other had a few strands of blond hair on it.

Are you really willing to pay the price this time?

#x male reader #male reader #homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #the boys x reader #the boys x male reader

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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I rlly love ur writing and ur soldier boy x male reader is amazing

Oh, thank you so much!!!🥺🥺🥺

You don't have an idea of how much this means to me. 🥰

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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Till the end of the line

Pairing: Soldier boy (Ben) X male reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, war and drugs.

Summary: Ben and you have been friend forever, until the day you’re forced to go to war.

A/N: I’m aware that Ben never fought the WW2 but for the sake of this fic, he did.

December 27th, 1943

As he removed his medical kit from the cupboard and entered the room, (Y/N) remarked, "You should stop getting yourself into trouble."

"Why? I always have to have your bothersome ass to patch my woun- oh fuck." Ben groaned as (Y/N) started cleaning his bruises.

Ben and (Y/N) were essentially lifelong friends. They have been neighbors since birth, and they hit it up right away.

Ben has experienced chronic health issues. (Y/N) grew up seeing his pal visit numerous doctors and take a variety of different medications.

Ben was found unconscious and covered in his own vomit when (Y/N) was seventeen. On that day, he learned that his pal had a medication addiction and he made a promise to himself that he would study medicine and would do everything in his power to help his friend.

That's exactly what he did.

One of the top medical professionals in the region, if not the entire state, is now (Y/N).

He built a name for himself both as a doctor and as a person.

And for that reason, the majority of people didn't comprehend him.

He was a remarkable and successful individual, yet he wasted his time with a loser like Ben while doing his best to pay for any medical care that his friend would require.

You see, in the public eye, Ben was an unemployed, unwell, unpleasant guy who got into fights because he had nothing better to do with his life.

"Fuck, how can you have this wonderful medical reputation when you can't even treat a minor cut without nearly killing me?" Ben moaned.

(Y/N) came to a halt and rolled his eyes before rising up and gathering his belongings.

"I suppose you're better off without me, good luck repairing yourself."

"Why are you being so dramatic?" Ben asked, but when he saw (Y/N) refusing to leave his house, he became desperate.

Ben ran (or attempted to; his legs are still sore) and jumped on his friend's back.

"I'm sorry, okay? Everyone knows I'm an asshole. No one can stand me, and I should give my life to you for wasting your time with me," Ben could hear his friend sigh.

"Your blood has stained my clothes now."

"Sorry," Ben apologized and walked away from his pal.

(Y/N) wound up bandaging Ben's wounds and Ben was aware of his friends' displeasure.

"Look, I know I don't deserve you. I apologize for being rude, and I apologize for your clothes. I would wash them for you if I knew how."

(Y/N) glanced at him even more irritably.

"I don't care about my clothes or how you treat me. How long have I known you for? 26 years? I'm irritated that you continue getting yourself into fights for drugs, Ben! You promised to quit!"

Ben was speechless at this point. He understands why (Y/N) was upset with him; he messed up again, and there was nothing he could do. He knows that (Y/N) will never trust him again.

He wishes he could help his pal more. He wishes he wasn't so dependent on him.

He hoped he wasn't such a sick and useless being. If only he could figure out how to be valuable to everyone, for (Y/N).

(Y/N) grumbled a little more and then sighed.

"There's some food in the kitchen for you. Go eat it and I'll go wash my clothes."

—

Ben understands his friend probably doesn't want him anywhere near him, but being in the same spot as (Y/N) was his way of apologizing.

That's why he crept into the other man's room and cautiously laid next to him.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence between them.

Despite being a famous doctor, (Y/N) never made a lot of money, preferring to keep his medical consultations as low-cost as possible.

Because of this, they only have one room with one bed. Ben normally sleeps on their couch, which keeps him warm on cold evenings.

But with (Y/N) enraged at him, it was like approaching a lion about to attack.

When Ben was able to get into the bed without being kicked out by (Y/N), he approached the other man and apologized once more.

"There will come a time when I won't be here for you, Ben. I take care of you because I'm your friend, but people won't do it. I just want to make sure you're okay." (Y/N) whispered.

"We both know I'm going to die before you," Ben responded, while (Y/N) remained silent.

(Y/N) gazed at Ben when he eventually fell asleep.

Ben was attractive. Sadly, his addiction and fights made him appear uglier than he should, but (Y/N) could see through it all.

(Y/N) couldn't explain why he disliked seeing Ben with the girls he hooked up with. He likes to think it's because they're some addicted hoes, but right now, when that thing arrived, all he wanted was for his friend to have a wife to take care of him.

—

January 2nd, 1944

(Y/N) went to the grocery store and, after nearly an hour in line, was able to obtain some canned food, milk, and a few fruits.

He went home, thinking about the war.

(Y/N) wouldn't call himself a dreamer. He remembers his early years, how bad things were during the Great Depression, and how hard things are now since some lunatic European decided it was wartime all over again.

Maybe things will get better, but (Y/N) understands he might not be there to see it.

(Y/N) finally made it home after a long walk.

The scent of smoke was overwhelming when he opened the door. (Y/N) rolled his eyes since he understands what is going on. Ben must have fucked someone and is presently smoking someplace.

(Y/N) chose to ignore his friend and place the food in the refrigerator.

When he finished, he turned around to find Ben smoking next to the kitchen door.

His friend seems upset and depressed.

As he waved to his pal, he thought, "The girl probably dumped him or something."

Ben threw his cigarette out the window and began walking in the (Y/N) direction.

(Y/N) was perplexed by his friend's movement, but before he could inquire, Ben punched him in the face.

"What the fuck?!" (Y/N) shouted, putting his hand over his bruised face.

"When were you going to tell me, huh?!" Ben screamed at the other man. "When the fuck were you going to fucking tell me?!"

(Y/N) remained silent.

"You'd wait till the sergeant knocked on the door before telling me?" As Ben continued to scream, a single tear fell from his eye.

(Y/N) could understand Ben's annoyance. He realizes he was the wrong person.

But informing the person you care about the most that you're going to war against your will isn't easy.

Everything was quiet as Ben waited for an answer while (Y/N) considered what to say.

"I…" (Y/N) began, "I don't have a choice, they are forcing me to go. They were running out of field physicians, and they determined I was one of the lucky ones."

Ben rolled his eyes and threw the letter in the face of (Y/N).

"I know, I can fucking read," Ben said angrily as he sat on the chair next to him. "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me about it, for god's sake!"

"It's... complicated." (Y/N) sat next to Ben on the chair, saying, "I barely know how to deal with everything that's going on, and I didn't know how to tell you."

Ben rose to his feet.

"Bullshit, (Y/N). Fucking bullshit," He screamed as he walked out of the home, leaving (Y/N) alone.

(Y/N) remained on his stool, as he cried.

—

January 9th, 1944

(Y/N) glanced out the car window, watching the city he used to reside in fade away as the countryside began to take over the scenery.

Since Ben stormed out of their house, (Y/N) had never seen him again, and he was now very certain that the prospects of seeing him again were slim.

"Perhaps it would be better this way," (Y/N) reasoned.

But he couldn't stop thinking about his friend, even if he hadn't said goodbye.

He promised himself he wouldn't cry, but he couldn't stop himself from crying.

The fact that he was going to participate in a war he didn't want to be a part of. The fact that he was destined to die. The fact that his best friend was upset with him. The fact that he couldn't have what he so much desired.

Throughout the rest of the journey, tears streamed down his cheeks.

—

March 30th, 1944

Every day brought more anguish, misery, and monotonous rationing.

(Y/N) couldn't see why someone would select military training. He was simply a field doctor, and he ended up in pain throughout his entire body.

And if he had to take another bullet from a rookie's arm, he'd go insane. How can they send those kids to battle when the vast majority of them can't even handle a gun without being hurt?

The last night of training in the United States occurred tonight. Everyone will sail to England tomorrow to carry out the Normandy invasion plan.

(Y/N) was just now gathering his possessions and organizing his clothing in the medical tent.

"Hey (L/N), we have a free night tonight to do whatever we want." Thomas, one of (Y/ N's) coworkers, stated as he entered the tent where (Y/N) was resting.

"I understand, but I don't believe there's anything I want to do right now."

"You should have a good time tonight because it's our last day before traveling to England and carrying out the complete mega invasion plan they want to carry out." Thomas offered (Y/N) some beer, but he refused.

"Sorry. The general needs to speak with me in a few minutes and I can't go there stinking," (Y/N) replied as he fastened his boots.

"What have you done, man?"

(Y/N) sighed and stood up.

"Hopefully something extremely horrible, so I can get sent out of here," Thomas laughed, adding that he would accompany (Y/N) to the headquarters.

Thomas walked (Y/N) to the headquarters and exited after saying one good luck.

(Y/N) entered the building and went straight to the general's office.

"Just in time, (L/N), please have a seat," General Raynolds said, motioning to a chair near his desk.

(Y/N) sat on the chair and swallowed forcefully.

"So, as you are aware, the Vaugh company-"

"Vought." (Y/N) cut in, and the general gazed at him, "... Sir."

"Yeah, they supply the army with the majority of our medications and everything you doctors require."

"I'm aware. Really poor quality, I must say." General Raynolds looked at (Y/N) once more "... Sir."

General sighed and rolled his eyes.

"They invented new stuff that makes a normal human stronger, healthier, and capable of withstanding anything. It's pretty experimental, and they've only used it in one person so far," the general said as he paused to fetch a cigar from his drawer and lit it.

"I'm sorry, but why are you telling me this, sir."

"You're lucky I like you, kid, or else I'd break your arm." The general said as he took out some documents from the drawer. "The point is, the guy who took the thing is the perfect soldier now, and he will engage in the war with us,"

The general put the stack of papers in front of you.

"However, they don't know the side effects yet, so they need a doctor to watch after him, just to make sure he's not dying or anything."

(Y/N) picked up the papers in front of him.

"Soldier boy? Really? A person who calls himself a soldier boy is the army's new weapon?" (Y/N) mocked as he read the report. "But anyhow, why me and not a Vought scientist? They're probably more knowledgeable about this..." (Y/N) checked in the newspaper for information about "Compound V."

"We don't care about his name; we only care about what he can do." General Raynolds said as he stood up and glanced out the window of his office. "Vought scientists don't have the military background you have. Besides, the guy has explicitly requested you, and you still have quite a reputation out there. You're free to go," the General tossed his cigar out the window.

(Y/N) walked back to the dorm from the office.

He couldn't get the soldier boy person out of his mind.

Who in their right mind would agree to be a test subject for this compound V thing?

—

April 1st, 1944

(Y/N) arrived in the middle of the night the following day.

England was in full disarray. They're currently based in Portsmouth, but according to what (Y/N) has heard, the Germans were bombarding London every day. As soon as (Y/N) stepped out of the jet, his general instructed him to assist the injured citizens.

When he finally got into the dorm to get some much-needed rest, a weirdo appeared and called for him.

He was meant to be introduced to Soldier Boy by this Vought employee.

They were walking through the base halls, and all (Y/N) could think about was this Soldier Boy person.

He not only chose to join the army, but he also agreed to take part in a risky experiment.

What type of lunatic is he? Doesn't he fear for his life?

(Y/N) would go to any length to return to his city, his home, and Ben.

He's not sure why, but he already despises Soldier Boy.

—

When they arrived at the room where the guy would be, the Vought guy asked (Y/N) to leave while he entered.

After two minutes, the employee exited the room and instructed (Y/N) to enter.

There was nothing inside the room when (Y/N) entered it.

He searched around but found nothing.

"Is that some sort of joke?" He thought to himself.

A hand grabbed (Y/N's) waist and raised him, causing him to scream.

"PUT ME DOWN, YOU FUCKING FUCKER!" (Y/N) shouted, and the unidentified guy chuckled as he did so.

(Y/N) turned around to see the soldier boy's face, but as soon as he did, he regretted it.

"Hi, (Y/N). Long time, no see, hmm?" Soldier boy, or Ben, said.

Ben waited for his friend to respond, but his looks shifted from astonishment to happiness to fury.

Ben was not the same as before.

He didn't appear as "deteriorated" as previously; he appeared younger, stronger, and taller.

Ben appeared to be a model rather than a sick person.

" So... you're not going to say anything?" Ben questioned.

"Obviously," (Y/N) laughs bitterly. "Who else but you could be that stupid?"

"Sorry?"

"Why did you agree to be a part of this, Ben? Do you realize how stupid you are?" (Y/N) moved closer to him. "I told you a million times how dangerous medications can be and how I never encourage using ones that have been tested a billion times, only for you to take this compound V garbage and willingly inject it into your body. You could be dead right now!"

Ben looked to the side, unsure what to say, before returning his gaze to (Y/N) and resting a hand on the other man's shoulder.

"I understand that, but it was a risk I was willing to take. You were going to war, so I wanted to join the army, but because of my health, they wouldn't let me. After I begged to join, they offered me the compound V, and I would do anything to help you, even if it meant dealing with the side effects."

(Y/N) looked into Ben's eyes.

"It's still a foolish decision."

"If I wasn't being foolish, it wouldn't be me, would it?" Ben smiled warmly at his friend, who sighed.

"You don't have to save me. I would have been fine if you stayed in my house, secure and sound."

Ben hugged his friend while rolling his eyes.

"No, we're in this together to the finish, okay?"

(Y/N) returned his friend's hug.

"Okay."

—

August 12th, 1944

Ben and (Y/N) were walking through the streets of the city they just freed.

(Y/N) requested that his supervisors search the town for any injured citizens. Ben chose to accompany them, saying: "Perhaps some lovely French girl wants to reward me for my assistance."

That made (Y/N) roll his eyes and deliver a monologue about how horrible Ben is

(Y/N) noticed several groans throughout the speech and decided to investigate.

He went into an abandoned building and looked after everybody who was inside. After a few minutes, he came across a young girl who was crying and terrified for her life.

"Okay, little girl, I'm going to assist you. (Y/N) said before realizing it was ridiculous because she probably didn't understand anything.

The girl began to cry even more and attempted to hide even more.

"I'm going to pick her up and take her to the hospital we're using," Ben stated as he moved past (Y/N).

Ben sensed (Y/N's) hand on his shoulder.

"No, she's terrified. We need her to trust us," he remarked as he exited the building and returned a minute later.

(Y/N) returns with a daisy he discovered in the street. He approached the girl again and presented her with the flower.

The small girl took the flower with care and approached him.

"See? I'm not a bad guy!" (Y/N) said as he picked up the girl and placed her on his lap.

(Y/N) brought out his first aid box and began bandaging the girl's wounds.

Ben was mesmerized by the scene as the small girl tenderly grasped (Y/N's) hand as he cared for her.

Ben considered how (Y/N) would be a good parent. He couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N) being a wonderful father and husband.

"Ben?" (Y/N) said, returning Ben to reality. "Are you paying attention?"

(Y/N) picked up the girl and took her to Ben.

"Take her to the hospital; they'll find her parents there, okay? I will take care of any more injured civilians."

Ben held the girl and blushed slightly before mouthing an ok and driving her to the hospital, still thinking about how fortunate someone would be to have (Y/N) in their lives.

—

August 25th, 1944

"Come on (Y/N), we just freed Paris! We deserve a night off to have fun," Ben said to his friend.

"You don't need me to have fun," (Y/N) replied flatly.

"I know, but see, those Parisian girls are sexy as fuck. I'm going to have a Foursome with them tonight. I can arrange one for you if you like." Ben's elbow made contact with (Y/N).

"Thank you, but I'm not interested," (Y/N) gave his friend a fake smile.

Ben shook his head.

"Well, your choice, man," Ben walked away with the girls, and (Y/N) watched as he disappeared with them.

(Y/N) returned to the hotel where they are staying as a base.

The doctor threw himself over the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

...If only Ben knew.

—

April 2nd, 1945

The allies just conquered Munich a few days ago. With the Soviets advancing on the east front, the war would be over soon.

Ben and (Y/N) have remained close in recent months.

Ben would go to the medical tent as much as possible. He doesn't know much, but he enjoys seeing his friend take care of patients. When Ben needed attention, he would merely state that he was experiencing some side effect, and the General would excuse (Y/N).

And that's exactly what occurred now.

Ben and (Y/N) made their way through the woodland to an abandoned tiny wood house near the community they just freed. Ben is walking in front in case there is a land mine in the area.

They're both sitting on a small bed, finishing the bottle of whiskey. Ben could scarcely feel the effects of the booze, while (Y/N) was completely drunk.

They're both silent.

Ben appreciates the uncommon silence and the company of his friend.

(Y/N), on the other hand, began to sob.

"Hey? (Y/N)? What exactly is going on?"

"It's just... everything Ben," (Y/N) began to cry more loudly.

Ben pressed his friend against his shoulder, allowing him to cry.

"I know it's difficult, but it's almost over; we're saving so many lives and-" Ben said before being cut off.

"You're saving lives!" (Y/N) ruptured. "Every fucking day, I see people dying, friends pleading with me to save them, crying that they don't want to die, and you know what I can do? NOTHING! Every single one of them is dying at my hands." (Y/N) shouted and dug his face into Ben's shoulder.

Ben pressed his hand against (Y/N's) cheek, forcing him to look at him.

Ben has never been excellent with words, and he is at a loss for words right now.

He was irritated. (Y/N) has helped him his entire life, and now that he needs him, he is powerless.

(Y/N) locked his lips with his before Ben could say anything.

And it seemed as if time stopped.

For (Y/N), it was the feelings that he had for Ben for years being released at once.

For Ben, his entire world was collapsing around him.

Ben didn't have time to respond because (Y/N) rushed out of the house, leaving Ben confused about everything.

—

They didn't have time to discuss the incident.

When Ben arrived at the base, (Y/N) was already sleeping, and when daylight came, he was transferred to another front, leaving (Y/N) alone.

Ben assumed that (Y/N) was too drunk to remember what happened and that he did it because he was drunk and lonely.

But he couldn't deny he was confused. He wasn't gay; he'd always been a ladies' guy, but something about (Y/N) struck him as odd. He wasn't disgusted by the kiss, but he couldn't put his finger on what he was feeling.

He chose to drown out his emotions with alcohol and fight the damned war.

—

May 7th, 1945

The war in Germany finally ended.

The soldiers could be heard celebrating the outcome and Ben was one of them.

He witnessed several of them crying since they were finally able to return home to their wives and loved ones.

Ben had an epiphany as a result of this.

He didn't think about his former town or any girl he'd ever met the instant he received the news.

He imagined how pleased (Y/N) would be, and his adorable smile.

Ben was pleased when he realized (Y/N) was the one he was thinking about.

(Y/N) was the one he wanted.

That kiss was just what he needed to make him realize it, even if he chose to ignore it.

So Ben has a plan.

He would return to (Y/N).

They were going home.

And he would finally express his feelings to (Y/N).

Maybe adopt a puppy together, or a child, even. In secret, of course.

He knew he didn't even know if (Y/N) few the same, but he was certain.

All he needed to do was wait until tomorrow because the medical tent was pretty far away, and then he could finally offer (Y/N) a well-deserved happy ending.

—

May 8th, 1945

Ben awoke with a bright smile on his face.

Today marks the beginning of a new era.

It was the day he'd finally get his man.

He hoped he could spend more time with (Y/N), but the General summoned all the soldiers for a conference, so he went to it, wishing it was already over.

"I want to thank each and every one of you for fighting not only for your country but for every innocent life we rescued." The crowd began cheering. "Unfortunately, even in the light of victory, one last tragedy happened," The general said, as the crowd fell silent. "Last night, as one act of revenge, some Nazis bombarded the hospital we used as a medical base, causing the death of many of our brothers."

No.

No, this couldn't be happening.

Maybe (Y/N) wasn't there at that moment.

Maybe he survived.

He survived.

Yes, he survived, Ben reassured himself. He had to.

Ben rushed out of the meeting and ran to one of the trucks. He was fortunate that the keys were in the ignition.

He drove the truck as quickly to the hospital.

—

The hospital was completely destroyed.

He could see soldiers attempting to recover bodies from the ruins and dust.

It was total chaos.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't let go of his faith.

He went straight to a nearby soldier and asked for (Y/N).

But no one seems to know anything about him.

Ben stayed there all night and all day, sifting through the ruins for his life's love.

But nothing happened.

Until finally discovered (Y/N).

Parts of him, at least.

Ben burst into tears right there.

The person he cared the most about. The man who helped him all the time in his life. The best person he knows is no longer alive.

Ben recalled the kiss. (Y/N) must have assumed Ben hated him.

He died believing Ben hated him.

Ben cried for hours before finally finding the strength to go.

—

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Ben has everything a man could desire.

He was famous.

Everyone adored him.

He is free to fuck anybody he wants.

He could drink the best liquor and smoke the nicest cigarettes.

But nothing could fill the void inside him.

He has a team and a girlfriend. Everything.

But he never stopped thinking about (Y/N).

What a gorgeous smile he had.

His hugs were very warm.

He deserved to be happy.

Ben was desperate to make him happy.

But that is no longer the case.

Ben wishes he could die.

He tried everything to kill himself.

Drugs.

Fights.

Knives.

Guns.

Nothing saddened him more than the thought of never seeing (Y/N) again.

As a result, he shut himself off from the outside world.

He became abusive to his teammates, a jerk to the general public, and stayed high all the time.

He is well aware that (Y/N) will never forgive him for his actions.

But Ben already couldn't forgive himself.

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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Can you write a soldier boy x boyfriend fix where the boy friend has a rough day at work and comes home and immediately starts teasing soldier boy and calls him daddy so he gets super dom and just takes care of his boy?

Yes I can, I just have another request first, but I'll happily write yours too.

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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Soldier boy sex hcs plss

Sex with Soldier Boy

Pairing: Soldier boy (Ben) X male reader

Warnings: Smut, Ben being an asshole, normal human dick size.

A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistake.

This is trans friendly btw

Ok Soldier boy is the " it's not gay if I'm the top " type.

He's way too old to not have fuck a man before.

The first time was when he had a threesome with a couple.

He ended balls deep in the guy and after a breakdown he come to the conclusion that a hole is a hole.

Man is probably a terrible lover at first.

He used to have sex only for his own pleasure and pretty much didn't care about his partners one.

But if you're dating him, things get to change.

Because for once he cares about someone that's not himself.

Honestly he really thought he was a good fuck and that those girls really orgasmed with him.

So when his bf didn't orgasm he got REALLY confused.

You will have to tell him the truth, but get ready to argue because he have his head up his ass.

Anyway, he will apologize after sometime and will actually hear what you have to say ( take it as a compliment, he doesn't apologize to anyone but you).

Get ready to explain your body and that sex when love is involved is different from a simple fuck.

Now everything is fine and Ben is a much better lover than before.

He won't let you top tho.

Now let's talk about sex.

He loves bjs.

Suck his dick and he will be nice for the rest of the day( to you, the other he couldn't care less).

Ben have a 5 inches uncut cock, nothing extraordinary but a good size.

Play with his foreskin a bit and his legs will quiver.

He wasn't really into eating his other partners out, but when it comes to you, he can live between your legs. It's scary, Ben was addicted to many things, but nothing can compare to your taste.

He was pretty bad at first, but now he's a god with his tongue.

He love to 69 with you, sit on his face and suck his cock and Ben will give you his life.

When he learned how to use the internet he discovered many different positions he is very willing to try.

But, his favourite will always be you riding him.

Even tho he used to have many orgies and founded the herogasm, he really doesn't want to share you with anyone.

You're pretty much his first real lover and will get jealous pretty often.

Which leads to jealous sex.

In REALLY weird places.

He was pretty reluctant to cuddles after sex.

Cuddles are for pussies.

But after finally getting him to cuddle you, he will get addicted to it.

He may ask for a simples handjob, but when it's done he will make you cuddle him for at least a hour.

I have 2 very useful secrets for you.

1 - Call him Daddy and he'll get in super Dom mode.

2 - Kiss and praise him a little and you will get the brattiest sub you will ever see.

Don't do both at the same time, his old brain will stop working.

Anyway, that's all I have for today.

Oh one more thing .

He's an asshole, but he really loves you, give him time and have patience and he'll try his best to be the best version of himself ( just for you tho, as I said before, he couldn't care less about other people) .

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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Now it's working ( I hope )

Old Friends

Pairing: Soldier boy (Ben) x Male reader

Sammuary: After hunting Payback, Soldier boy got the information about an old friend being alive. He decided to go after him.

Warnings: Not much, kinda fluff, kinda angst

A/N NOW THIS SHIT IS WORKING

Continuar lendo

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Old Friends

Pairing: Soldier boy (Ben) x Male reader

Sammuary: After hunting Payback, Soldier boy got the information about an old friend being alive. He decided to go after him.

Warnings: Not much, kinda fluff, kinda angst

A/N NOW THIS SHIT IS WORKING

Beta'd by @chaoticgaysstuff

After executing the final Payback member, Soldier Boy, Hughie, Annie, and Butcher were inside Hughie's black van. Hughie was sitting in the driver's seat, Soldier Boy was sitting in the passenger seat, and Annie and Butcher were sitting in the back seat.

"So, who exactly are you after now?" Hughie asked the man in the passenger seat, briefly looking over at him before flicking his eyes back on the road.

"Who I am after now doesn't matter to you. The deal is that you take me to him, I perform what needs to be done, and then I kill the homelander. That's all you need to know." Soldier Boy grumbled.

Look, we assisted you in getting rid of your former teammates, and since Dark Noir is the only other person left to kill, why don't you reveal our target?" There was annoyance evident in Butcher's voice from Soldier Boy's lack of details about who they're after now.

Soldier boy sighed as he massaged his temples. "Agent 9."

"Agent who?" Annie questioned. "There is no agent 9 in payback."

"That's because he wasn't a Payback member. He was my..." He paused as he tried to find the right word to use. "Just an old friend."

Hughie looked in the rearview mirror, making eye contact with Butcher and Annie. They all seemed to be thinking the same thing because the two in the back seat nodded before Annie spoke up. "There is no way we're taking you to someone we don't know, especially to a supe. We don't know what he can do."

"You guys may not know him, but I do. Agent 9 or 'Y/N' as I used to call him

was a synthetic human that was created by Vought as part of the spy department's plan. He was the only child they produced — out of perhaps 30 — and was the only one who tolerated the V and everything else they did to his body." The soldier explained.

"And why would we see a Vought's spy?" Butcher asked, speaking up for the first time. "Isn't he really dangerous?"

Starlight looked perplexed. "I also don't ever recall there being a spy division at Vought."

Soldier boy looked irritated from their seemingly endless questions as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, he is dangerous; he has the ability to teleport himself, others, or parts of others. He can kill you by taking your head on a journey to Paris while your body meets Idaho. For this reason, I will deal with him myself." The soldier informed before facing Annie. "You haven't heard of it because the spy department was terminated a long time ago. Y/N was the only one who survived, and he was the lone spy. If I'm correct and I usually am, he cut ties with Vought years ago."

"Why would Vought permit their favorite science project to cut ties with them?"

"Because they were too weak to stop him. No more fucking questions." The words were spoken in a lower tone, yet it caused everyone to remain silent throughout the car ride.

___

A few hours later, they arrived at the location where Agent 9 was supposed to be. The area resembles a small farm, seemingly divided by a narrow street with strawberries growing on one side and apple trees on the other.

"So the extremely dangerous spy is also a farmer?" Hughie inquired, opening the door to exit the vehicle.

"Yes, and I'm going in alone, so shut the door."

Butcher was ready to debate the point when Annie gently patted his shoulder and urged him to let him go alone.

Soldier Boy made his way through the narrow street till he arrived at the door.

He knocked but received no response.

The soldier decided to open the door, despite feeling anxious about the circumstances. He was in luck, however, because the door was unlocked.

He carefully browsed the rooms in search of Y/N, but couldn't find him anywhere.

"Should have known those fuckers were lying." He muttered to himself, walking into the kitchen. It was then he noticed that there was apple pie in the center of the table.

"I'm a hero, I deserve a fucking pie anytime I want one." He grabbed a knife and sliced a piece of the pie, putting it on a plate.

He felt a cold hand brush the back of his neck as soon as he brought the fork up to his mouth.

Behind him, a cold but recognizable voice shouted, "Who the fuck are you?"

The soldier could not contain his grin.

"How can you not recognize me? Ouch, Y/N, that really hurts my feelings." The soldier attempted to turn around, but the hand tightened its hold on his neck.

"Soldier Boy is dead. What are you, some metamorph supe?" Y/N asked. "If I send your head straight to Stan's lap, I think he'll understand that I don't want to work anymore."

"Calm down, it's me," Ben said as he began to feel anxious.

Y/N maintained his cold tone as he said, "No, you're not. Soldier Boy is dead."

"I didn't die that day. My team betrayed me and sold me to the Soviets. I became a lab rat." Ben started to explain. "Some individuals are trying to kill homelander, so they went to Russia to find the weapon that purportedly killed me, but they ended up freeing me, and here I am."

Before turning around, Ben could feel the hold loosening somewhat.

"I don't believe you."

"In 1973, you had a mission in Prague and I had one in Vienna. When our missions were over, we met up and you took me to Greece, where we hung around on a secluded beach till morning. Three weeks later, you were still whining about the sand and how much you detested beach sex."

The appearance of (Y/N) was unaltered; in fact, he looked precisely as Ben recalled, exactly as in the dreams he had while being tortured.

Ben continued to focus on the other person's face. "You haven't changed at all."

"At least playing Tetris with my DNA had one redeeming thing." As much as he was joking, Ben could feel the that he wasn't happy

Ben knows that Y/N still hasn't forgiven him.

"What do you want?" The younger asked.

Ben was able to give the exact response he desired. He initially wanted to know if Y/N was involved in the betrayal but realized that this wasn't the only factor based on his reaction to seeing him. He wanted to visit Y/N once more, although he wasn't sure why.

Ben had sex with guys before. He previously had sex with Y/N, and from the perspective he always had, he was high and seeking pleasure all the time.

He recalls the moment Y/N declared his love for him. Ben had made fun of the other man's emotions that day and told him that he was only a toy.

That was the only time he ever witnessed the spy cry.

Looking back, he recalls the lack of indifference he felt about Y/N.

Ben never gave the other man much thought because he was usually high and already had a girlfriend.

He didn't, however, think about his girlfriend when he was being tortured.

He thought about Y/N.

How he held him, smiled, and enjoyed the little minutes with him while acting intoxicated.

"What the fuck do you want?!" The other man yelled at Ben, jolting him out of his daydream.

He attempted to make an excuse by saying, "I... you know, I wanted to see an old friend.

The other man snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck, you Benjamin." Y/N voiced coldly and Ben flinched from the hatred that dripped from each word. "Fuck you."

Ben pondered how foolish it was for him to travel here in the first place. What did he anticipate? For Y/N to be happy that he returned?

He had questions about who he was, how he felt, and what he wanted.

He wanted his old friend back. No, he was craving more. Ben yearned for the return of the little moments. Yearned for the kisses, the cuddles, and the warmth he felt when he was with you.

Ben met the other man's gaze directly.

He was certain.

The other man, who had been enraged, now stared at him emotionlessly. "I love you."

"Sure, you do."

Y/N turned around and started to move, but Ben shot up and hugged you from behind.

He could hardly feel the other man, who was ice-cold and immobile like a statue, while he pleaded, "Please, I'm not toying with you. I love you. I love you so much."

Ben wishes he could read the other man's mind at times like this; he hates the entire spy training experience Y/N.

Does he even still care about him? Is he a fool to try and get something back that he has already lost?

Despite Ben's best efforts, it was too late to stop crying.

He always hated crying. He was a man; he shouldn't be crying right now, but he couldn't help himself at this moment.

But honestly, that was the furthest thing from his mind at this point.

The other man's body was no longer tightly bound by his arm. Tears started to fall down his face as he felt Y/N moving away.

He was devastated.

When Ben thought all was over, he felt a hand drying his tears touch his cheek.

His swollen eyes made it difficult for him to focus on Y/N.

"I've never seen you cry before," Ben could sense the warmth in Y/N's voice.

"I — I never cry." Ben struggled to utter, "I'm sorry, I was such an idiot that day."

Without saying anything, Y/N brought Ben into a hug while massaging his back with one hand.

"Do you accept my apology?" Ben asked.

"I…" (Y/N) attempted to make a sentence but failed to do so.

Ben stopped sobbing. He wasn't sure what he was going to do at the time, but he was certain of one thing.

He intended to get his man back.

"I'll make it up to you," Ben promised, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I'm not sure if I can trust you."

"I'll earn your faith back, I swear."

They were hypnotized by one another's presence as they stared into each other's eyes.

Their faces moved closer to each other.

When their lips were only centimeters apart, someone opened the door, causing the two men to jump apart.

Butcher and Hughie walked inside, shouting, "WE HAVE NO TIME YOU FUCKER."

Ben had a furious look on his face whereas Y/N's face became blank.

"You fuckers just had to come in here right now?!" He screamed in annoyance.

"Yeah, foreskin-chewer. I hope you're done because we still have a job to do." Butcher said as Hughie gave the supes an apologetic smile.

Ben threatened them, so Hughie and Butcher left the house.

"Foreskin-chewer?" Y/N asked, more to himself than to the other.

"Ignore him. I have to leave right away, but I swear I'll be back." Ben said as he kissed (Y/N) on the forehead.

After that, Ben departed the house.

Ben had been striving for vengeance before anything else.

For no other reason, then to make himself feel better, he was going to kill his old teammates and the homeland.

He has a good motive to fight now.

Somebody is waiting for him.

And he hopes that he doesn't fuck everything up again.

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