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"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

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Sweet Thoughts

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Summary: When her shop is trashed and robbed, Y/n is scared to go to work. Fortunately, a superhero offers help and protection. But those services aren’t free. And one day, he reclaims his payment.

Word Count: 4238

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warning: SMUT, dub-con, p in v, unprotected sex, manipulation, coercion, grooming, Soldier Boy being an asshole very full of himself, break in, robbery, toxic masculinity

Square: @howbadcanitbebingo Historically Incorrect / @anyfandomdarkbingo: Grooming

A/n: Hello everyone! So this fic was requested by @lifeissomethingelse! I really wanted to set up this fic in the 1980, but then, historically, it wouldn’t work. There wasn’t really any pastry shop back then, let alone owned by a woman. So for the purpose of this fic and the bingo how bad can it be, I decided… Fuck it! Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts about it! This was also for @writercole millennial challenge with the song (You drive me) Crazy by Britney Spears!

Soldier Boy POV

There was a sweetness in her that was addictive.

Just like his favourite pastry. Sugary, soft, too pretty to consume but yet, it was impossible to not lay his eyes on her and wanting her. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t interested in him, or if she wasn’t available. When Ben laid his eyes on her, it was exactly as if he just discovered the true meaning of hungry. Just looking at her left his mouth watering, his tongue licking his lips slowly as his green eyes detailed her through the window of her shop.

The pastry shop opened a couple of months ago, but never before he noticed. Of course, he smelled the delicious cakes they baked there everytime he walked by. Saw people entering and leaving with their arms full of delicious looking food, a smile stuck on their faces.

But it was the first time he truly saw her.

Soldier Boy was a superhero, so he wasn’t used to getting no as an answer. After all, he was a strong, beautiful man, every woman always looked at him like he was some kind of god. It was barely if they could hold themselves back from getting on their knees in front of him, begging to choke on his cock.

The small bell rang when Ben opened the door to enter the shop. Inside, it smelled even better. It reminded him of when he used to go to his grandma’s house back in the day. Hot summer days when she baked too many pies for the mouths she had to feed. He would always bring the extra back with him and his house would smell of those bakeries for days after the boxes were empty.

His dad hated that. Said eating too much would make him fat, not that it really mattered anyway.

Ben was always a fucking disapointment to him.

“Hello there,” Ben said, walking around the line of customers waiting to be served to speak directly to the girl. Laying an arm against the top of the showcase where the pastry where displayed, he flexed his arms subtly, just enough to show his muscles through his green costume.

“Welcome,” the girl immediately answered, a big, polite and oh so cute and pure smile on her face. Her hands rested against her apron and she took the time to look at him up and down before speaking again. “Please, if you want to purchase something, the end of the line is right there,” she politely gestured towards the door where the last customer was.

That took Ben by surprise. Not only did she deny him immediately after looking at him all over, clearly noticing he was a superhero, but she also asked him in the most polite way to make the line?

There was not an ounce of anger in her voice that betrayed her beautiful face as she turned her attention back to the customer in the front line to take their order.

Soldier Boy puffed his chest, not believing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, pushing the customer aside to be in front of the girl. Her smile stayed on her face, but he could see and hear the barely perceptible sigh as she realised the customer he was would be troublesome. “Do you know who I am?” Ben grinned, opened his arms and pointed at himself.

“You’re Soldier Boy,” the girl answered, and that only made him grin harder. Of course she knew who he was. Another fan. No one could resist him. “But you need to make the line like everyone else, please,” she added. The sweetness of her tone betrayed her words and for a moment, Ben was sure she was actually asking for his order.

Soldier Boy stopped before speaking. The girl was looking at him, and he knew everyone else was too. He could hear their heartbeats getting faster with the annoyance growing up.

“Fine,” he grumbled, rolled his eyes and walked to the back where the line ended.

While he waited, Ben couldn’t believe how he was denied. Minutes passed that allowed him to think of a comeback, something he would tell her that would immediately make her fall on her knees for him. So stuck in his head, his ego clearly more disturbed than he wanted to admit, Ben didn’t even notice it was his turn.

“Soldier Boy, it’s your turn,” the voice of an angel brought him back from his head. As he walked closer to the counter, he cleared his throat, trying to use his most deep and sexy voice he knew women liked. “Thank you so much for waiting. What can I get you?”

Once again, the sweetness emanating from her took him off guard. How could someone so pretty, so innocent, so sweet and kind, could be alive at the same time as him, in the same town, and he only finds her now?

Now that he was close to her and that there were no unwanted and annoying people around, he could take the time to better admire her and breathe her all in. The smell of the pastry was nothing compared to her fragrance. She smelled sweet, like honey, like bread baking in the oven, and those smells were probably from working here all day. There was the natural smell of sweat, but he only noticed it thanks to the V bathing in his veins that enhanced his senses.

Her face was simply perfect. To her eyes, her nose, her lips, everything looked simply delicious.

She was driving him crazy.

“I’ll take your favourite thing in the shop,” he said after a while of admiring her. Then, his signature grin stretched his lips. “And then, I’ll take you. On a date.”

This seemed to take her by surprise, because it took her a couple of seconds to react. Heat went up in her face and she avoided his gaze, clearly embarrassed by the flirtation, like no man ever tried that tactic before.

As she picked up a napkin and a bag, she put a pastry in it, not that Ben cared what it was, and placed it on the counter. “That’ll be fifteen cents please.”

His suits had pockets, it wasn’t the problem. But never before did he have to pay for things he wanted, so of course, Soldier Boy didn’t have anything on him. “I must have forgotten my wallet at home,” he offered her one of his knockout smiles, knowing it would work.

It always did.

“Usually, I would have said to come back with the money, but since you’ve been kind enough to make the line, here,” she smiled, handing him the bag with the pastry. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Soldier Boy took the bag, making sure to brush his fingers against the soft skin of her hand. “So, when does your shift end?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, implying the meaning of his question that way.

“We close at 8pm,” she answered, and he was sure it meant a yes, but the smile she now had on her face was a sorry smile. A smile that meant no.

No.

No one ever told him no before.

“I’ll pick you up at 8 then,” he said, acting like he didn’t understand.

“Soldier Boy,” the girl interrupted him before he left. “It’s not… I’m really flattered, really, but I am… not interested,” she put it simply.

It was like she took his knife and stabbed him right in the middle of the chest. He was being denied. Refused. She refused him.

It was the first time. And it should’ve made him angry, but it did the opposite. Being denied just increased the want. The need. The challenge.

She would be his no matter what.

“Alright,” Soldier Boy shrugged like it was no big deal. Walking closer again, he whispered his next words. “Be careful, it can become scary at night.” Knowing his words had the effect he wanted on her, the hero stepped back, offered her another grin and started walking towards the exit. “By the way, what’s your name?” He asked just before leaving.

“Y/n,” the girl answered. There was no smile anymore on her face, and his super hearing informed him her heart was now beating faster.

“Well, I’ll see you around, Y/n. Thanks again for the food.”

Your POV

It was a long day. Usually, when the shop is that busy, you always have one or two more employees that help, but today was just…

And there had been weird people coming in and out.

One in particular couldn’t leave your mind. How he talked to you and flirted with you, even asked you on a date, it was still so overwhelming, you had no idea how you managed to stay so calm while telling him no. You had to admit, he was hot as hell, and popular, and a hero, and he asked you out?

It was way past 8pm and you just finished closing everything. Once it was done, you walked to the front door, locked it, and started heading home.

“Crap,” you muttered, looking everywhere in your purse without finding it. You forgot your wallet in the shop. Turning around, you headed back towards the place when suddenly, you heard it.

Windows being broken. Things getting trashed out.

“No no no!” You started running towards the noise, hoping so much it wasn’t your shop that was being vandalised and robbed. But the closer you got, the more your hope disappeared.

It was a complete disaster. The bay window was broken, and inside, there was glass on the floor, chairs had been broken, and a silhouette was right where the cash register was. Metallic noises informed you he was trying to force it open.

The thief was still there.

Stepping back slowly, you tried to not be seen. Your shop was a mess, but if the person saw there was a witness, it could end very badly for you. But then, something broke under your foot, making way too much noise, and you froze on the spot. The burglar stopped trying to open the register and you swore he was now looking at you. It was too dark to see anything but the frame and the shadow of a person, but you knew his eyes were staring right at you.

Strength finally filled your legs, or maybe it was adrenaline, and you were running away from the scene. Hoping to meet anyone that would be outside so late, anybody to help you.

Glancing back, you checked to see if he was close when your body met something hard and firm. You gasped, your scream stuck in your throat, fear so strong in your body as you thought the burglar caught you. You struggled against the hold of the body, but it was no use. He was stronger.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You recognized the voice immediately. It wasn’t hard, he left quite the impression when he came by to your shop earlier. You stopped struggling to look up and the tears ran down your cheeks when you saw his face.

“Help me please,” you begged, hugging him like he was the buoy that would keep you from drowning. “There’s someone in the shop, they…”

“Don’t worry, I’m there,” Soldier Boy affirmed in a steady, strong voice. “I’ll save you.”

After that night, you’ve been afraid to leave work alone. Even going to work in bright daylight when there were witnesses everywhere scared you.

Solder Boy didn’t find anyone when he checked your shop that night. But the cost of the reparations were way too high for you, so now, you had to work twice as much. You couldn’t afford being afraid. So of course, when he proposed to protect you and your shop and didn’t ask money for it, you accepted.

That was one of your mistakes. Yes, he refused money. But he never said it was free.

At first, everything was perfect.

Soldier Boy would be at your door in the morning, waiting for you to be ready to walk with you to work. Sometimes, he would be stopped by fans asking for autographs, which he would always accept with a big grin. It would never make you arrive late, though.

Then, once you were safe, he would leave you as long as there was someone else with you in the shop. In the evening, he would be back and make the close with you, or simply take a seat and watch you as you cleaned the place. Then he walked you back home.

As days passed, you discovered he was actually really a good guy, doing all of that for you. Or maybe you were simply blinded by the safety that having a superhero such as him as a bodyguard brought you. Because you did feel safe. So safe.

After two weeks, you had enough savings to repair what had been destroyed inside the shop. The front window was the first thing you repaired so you could open again to get customers and sell again.

And two weeks later, Soldier Boy asked for his payment.

You were at the back that day, in the kitchen. The baker was sick, so you placed your other employee at the front since they were still in training. The breads were slowly getting made, you had dough all over your apron and clothes and were very focused, so much you didn’t notice he was there. You only knew when you felt his hands on your waist.

“Gosh! You scared me,” you sighed as you turned to him. “The shop only closes in 4 hours, you know that, right?” You added when you saw him with his costume and shield on, with the exception of his mask. God, he had beautiful hair underneath, it looked so soft and-

“I protected you almost everyday for two weeks. I think it’s time I get my payment. Or my reward, in this case.”

You looked at him and frowned. Even if Soldier Boy didn’t have his mask on, he still had a mask on his face that hid everything. He showed no emotions.

Expressionless. Staring at you, barely blinking. A small grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, of course,” you nodded, wiping your hands on your apron. “How much do you want?”

If, at first, you felt safe with him, it was totally the opposite right now. As he waited for you to answer, you could feel it, his strong, dominant aura. Soldier Boy wanted something, and you knew he would do anything to get it.

He scared you.

“I told you, I want no money. I don’t need money,” Soldier Boy answered, stepping closer to you.

You swallowed hard, fear starting to get stronger inside of you. Stepping back, you forced your gaze to stay anchored in his and not show him how scared you actually were. “What… Do you want, then?”

How naive and innocent of you. You knew what he wanted. It was clear. Obvious. So obvious.

“Since the first time I laid my eyes on you,” Soldier Boy kept getting closer, and you couldn’t move away anymore, trapped between him and the table. “I wanted you. And I always get what I want.”

“Please,” you started to beg, but a finger laid gently on your lips to silence you. Every movement he made was slow. Soft. Calculated. Like he was a predator hunting a poor little scared prey.

“Don’t cry. I won’t force you. This is payment for my services. It is a fair deal. So, be a good girl, turn around and bend over. You’ll love this, I promise.”

You looked into his eyes. His pupils looked so blown out, almost all the green was gone. As he waited for your answer, his fingers stroked your cheek, lowering down to trace your jaw, and settled softly against your throat.

He was right, after all. You owed him. He was protecting you, and protecting your shop. It was only normal to give him what he wanted as payment, right? And after all… It wasn’t like you never thought about it, thought about how it would feel to have sex with the superhero.

So you obeyed.

Soldier Boy pinned you against the table, flour flying around as you tried to hold on against anything. Your face was right next to the bread you were making, and you looked at it while he lifted up your skirt and lowered your underwear. You kept on looking at it as he touched you all over, whispering things like how pretty you were, how soft your skin was and how good it would feel. And you couldn’t deny it no more, it already felt good, the praising, the touching, and despite the trap this actually was, you were turned on.

“Be sure to stay quiet…”

Like you were the most important and precious thing he owned, Soldier Boy went slowly. He held you tight, but not tight enough to hurt. As you felt his length stretching you open, you almost let a moan slip out, but his fingerless gloved hand immediately blocked the noise as he pressed it on your mouth. You understood the assignment and stayed quiet as he bottomed out.

“Good girl, taking me so well… Gonna remove my hand now and I’ll start moving, be sure to stay quiet for me, all right?”

His voice was so rough, it was like sandpaper scraping your skin. Or maybe it was his beard as he kissed your neck, making sure to leave marks everywhere he could. Marking you as his.

You nodded against the table, and then, he started to move.

At first, it was slow, and you managed to stifle your moans by biting on your lips hard enough to hurt. But then, he sped up his thrusts, and it felt so good, you were crying and whimpering under him. Your fist was in your mouth and you were biting it, anything to not make a single noise.

A hand on your throat warned you to do better than this and you clenched around him, trying to make him go slower because you wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Soldier Boy redressed your body, your back flush against his torso, your hands barely touching the table anymore. In that position, he was even deeper but couldn’t go as fast. Still, he was deep, completely inside of you, and each thrust was well rough.

It felt so good. So perfect. All you wanted was to tell him how good it felt and beg. For him to slow down or go faster, you didn’t know anymore. But all that escaped was a gasp as one of your hands rested on his, still on your throat.

Then, you understood why he put you in that position. Because that way, you could see the front of the shop through the small window of the kitchen. Could see all the customers and your employee. If you made any noise, they would hear. Turn their head and see Soldier Boy, balls deep inside of you, fucking you like you were only his toy.

You had no idea why, but that thought turned you on so fucking much. Your legs started shaking, your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm that was coming at full speed. Soldier Boy must have known, felt it, because next thing, his hand was on your mouth and he was ramming inside of you faster and deeper, and it felt so good, you came right there and then. Juice of pleasure went down your legs and soaked his pants, you were sure of that.

But he never slowed down or stopped.

“You’re mine. You understand?” His voice whispered against your ears as his thrusts became uneven, and then you felt it. His cock throbbing inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and then the ropes of cum filling you up as he came with a roar against your ear.

Exhausted, you could only fall back against the table. More flour flew around under the impact.

Soldier Boy pulled up your underwear, at least he had the decency to dress you up again. “Keep that inside,” he ordered, referring to his cum. His fingers pushed against your entrance above the tissue. “For the rest of the day. If you do that, then I’ll keep protecting you and your shop. Understood?”

“Y/n? We’re gonna need more bread soon!” A voice made from the front of the shop before you could answer. Gathering your last strength, you resumed a normal standing position just before your employee entered the kitchen. “Oh, I see you’ve been busy,” the employee noticed, and a wave of fear and shame drowned you for a second. You clenched around nothing and felt some of his cum leaking in your underwear. You had to be careful or else it would end up spilling through the clothing.

“I.. Uh…” you glanced behind you, but Soldier Boy was gone. “Yeah. Bread is coming, sorry,” you apologised. Your employee nodded and headed back to their post.

That was a close one.

Everyday after that, Soldier Boy came by to collect his payment. Each time, he had another request, or else, he would stop protecting you. At first, the blackmail was upsetting you, of course, you felt betrayed by the hero. But everytime he thrusted inside of you and fucked you to midnight, your head was becoming so fuzzy, you didn’t care at all about the why or how bad the situation actually was.

And then weeks passed, and you didn’t care about it anymore. All you wanted was his cock inside of you. His large, wide and rough hands, everywhere on your body. His scent wouldn’t leave your mind, driving you crazy at the point you had trouble falling asleep. You craved him. You would do anything for him. You needed him so bad.

A couple of weeks later, Soldier Boy had asked you to only wear an apron and work in the kitchen. You did as he told you and started baking donuts while waiting, but to be honest, the excitement was so strong, all you could think about as you made the correct form of the pastry was…

Your empty, leaking hole waiting to be filled.

“Good girl,” his voice reached your ears, and you felt yourself becoming even more aroused just hearing his voice. Hands slapped your ass cheeks and then spread them and you felt him stare at your privacy. Of course it was embarrassing. But you needed him too much to care. “I see you missed me,” he added and without even seeing him, you knew he had a big grin on his face.

Bending you again against the table, Soldier Boy slidded home, where he belonged. His cock felt so good, you moaned softly for only him to hear.

“You’ve been so good to me, I think I’ll let you in on a little secret,” his thrusts always started slow, just like every time, he was discovering your pussy and wanted to feel every inch of it around his shaft. Taking his sweet time, building up the tension and the pleasure, and then he would ram inside of you until you couldn’t stand up and would see stars. “See,” his torso pressed against your naked back, it hurt a little, but the pleasure was way too strong for you to care. The anticipation of the moment he would fuck you hard and fast and make you cum. “I’m the one that trashed your shop and stole your money.”

That revelation should have given you a reaction. Anger. Betrayal. Fear.

But his hips had sped up, he was fucking you fast now, his grunts could only be heard because his mouth was close to your ear. Your head was becoming fuzzy again, it felt good, and you had to focus everything you had left on not making a sound. “Wh…What do… You mean…” You managed to say between two stifled moans.

“Baby, I'm so into you… You got that something, what can I do?” He said instead of answering. His strong hands squeezed your hips and a slap landed on your ass, almost breaking your lips with the moan that threatened to escape. “No one tells me no. I had to give you a reason…”

You were about to answer when a rougher thrust made you lose your balance and a shy moan escaped your vigilance.

“You drive me crazy… Sweet, sweet little Y/n…”

He manipulated you from the start. Lied to you. Destroyed your shop, created a strong fear in you that would make you dependent of him. And then, when it was time, he reclaimed his payment. And only when you were too deeply addicted to him did he reveal the truth.

“Tell me you're so into me, that I'm the only one you will see, and I’ll swear you’ll never need anyone else to protect you and satisfy you.”

How could you say no? You couldn’t even think. As he fucked you hard and fast, just like you liked, it was impossible to have coherent thoughts.

And anyway, you were already in too deep.

“I’m… Yours… Always…”

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justjensenanddean · 1 year

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Soldier Boy | The Boys, 3x07 “Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed”

#Jensen Ackles #JensenEdit #Soldier Boy #SoldierBoyEdit #The Boys #The Boys 3x07 #Here Comes A Candle To Light You To Bed #Soldier Boy swearing was like music to my ears lol #not my fav coloring but this was so hard to make bc it's such a dark scene lol

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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His Closest Childhood Friend (Yandere!Diluc x Reader)

A/n: had to rewrite the last part cause OneNote said "ah yes we don't need that" lol anyways here's part 3/3 of Soldier, Poet, King. If I ever write more about this au, they will be what-if scenarios (because the end could honestly go in different ways, it's not like someone can "win" in this yandere harem). Sorry for the delay @leftdestiny-posts ;-;, hope you like it!!

Mostly gn!reader but there are some chess terms I can't change ;;-;;

An unreliable synopsis: There's a reason why Diluc is called the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt, care to take a guess?

Cw: Yandere!Diluc. (Bodily harm/burns?) Implied yan!Childe and Thoma.

Parts:

Soldier, Poet, King (You're here)

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If you asked Diluc who (Y/n) was, his reddened face will sputter an inadequate explanation before excusing his flustered self out of the room.

If you asked (Y/n) who Master Diluc was, they'd simply pause and say he's someone they used to be friends with.

Used to.

Diluc noticed everything about you. From how you part your hair, how your eyes crinkle at the sound of the ocean, how your eyes sharpen in deep concentration while playing chess– every little detail about you is stored in his brain. He doesn't understand when and how he gained his hypersensitive tell-spotting, all he knows now is that he is fixated. Too obsessed to turn away, but also too hyperaware of how dangerously stalkerlike he had become.

Diluc only sets his hooded, almost honey-coated gaze on you. To this day, people have questioned how you managed to overlook the perpetually lovelorn parasitic expression on his face whenever you pass by, but they have never taken into account the hurtful things Diluc says.

You two bicker daily. You, the knights, and his brother were the only people who he showed this attitude with. People mistakenly believed that his "nagging" and your complaints were just a normal aspect of an Imunlaukr-Ragnvindr friendship dynamic, and Diluc made the same error. He thought he could get away with being aloof for long enough.

That's how it was until one scorching Sunday afternoon.

"Diluc, listen to me." You spoke. He immediately noticed how your face was creased and your frown was a hair lower than before. Even so, he appeared as if he was more focused on pouring himself a cup of juice. Diluc cannot contain his heart once he looks at you straight in the eye. Fortunately, no one else was inside Angel's Share to mock him--

"I don't want to be friends anymore."

Diluc's eyes widened and he spilled his drink.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

He hastily cleaned up the spillage before staring at you, bewildered.

Did you find out? Shit. Fuck.

This can't be happening.

"I talked with a friend of mine about this and he was right." You continued. "I shouldn't continue being friends with suffocating people. You're too critical. Too cruel. I can't stand you anymore."

"And trust me, it hurts for me to end our friendship like this since we've known each other since we were kids, but please, please don't contact me ever again."

Diluc closed his eyes and breathed in.

He wasn't listening to you anymore, and for once, your voice became nothing more than background noise to him. He's drowning out all your reasonings and facets for breaking up your friendship with him.

"It's Fixer, isn't it?"

"And yo– What?"

"It's Fixer." Diluc sucked a deep breath between his gritted teeth. You gulped. His voice was nothing short of menacing. "Your pen pal. He's the one who fed you all these lies, didn't he?"

How did he know about Fixer?

"Lies?" Diluc was being the most threatening he's ever been, and although you forced yourself to scoff, it's clear that it was affecting you. "How is any of what I said lies? You talk shit about me every day. You barge into my apartment every Saturday just so you can complain about how I live my life– You're the one in the wrong here! You should be, I don't know, self-reflecting!"

"Am I? Am I in the wrong, now?" His right eye twitched. "Look at yourself. You live poorly and it reflects on your appearance. You're mentally unstable, (Y/n), and you refuse help from professionals–"

"Oh, shut up." Your eyesight started to get misty. Why is he making this all about you? "You and I both know that the therapist you recommended was a piece of shit!"

Diluc bit his bottom lip. That was his fault. He wanted a prop that will make you see all the good sides in him, and it backfired greatly. He takes full responsibility for that. Diluc would never seek to harm you truly, please have faith in that.

"Fine! That's true. But you're the one who still refuses to get their act together. You live and breathe like a homeless man in Dragonspine!"

Something inside of you snapped.

For a moment, you both paused, but not to catch your breaths. Diluc meant it when he can read you inside out. And what you're thinking right now is a terrifying notion.

"(Y/n)... Don't..."

"Maybe I should... Maybe I should do as you say this time. It's what you want to happen, right?" You laughed emptily.

"(Y/n)..."

"It's a good idea– a GREAT idea, even, Diluc." You shook your head with a mischievous grin. "I mean, I'm a social outcast at this point, so why not just embrace it, hmm?"

Diluc's knees weakened and a lump in his throat emerged. His stomach churned as he tried to quell the evergrowing unease that wrecked his entire body.

No one was thinking straight.

"Don't be stupid. You won't survive a day in Dragonspine."

"I know." You said. "But at least there would be one less problem for you to worry about, right? One less troublesome citizen in Mondstadt for you to care about."

His breath hitched.

Diluc heard a yelp.

He pulled back.

Diluc touched you. He didn't process what he had done but he grabbed your wrist and there was a burn mark where he singed it. Diluc looked down at the palm that betrayed him and the fumes that came from it only proved his guilt.

A shiver ran down his spine.

The burn marks on your skin were in the shape of his fingertips.

It was a second-degree burn.

You must be in incredible pain by now but you didn't show it, and that made Diluc all the more anxious.

"(Y/n), wait–"

Your cheeks were wet as you faced him. Whatever physical discomfort you were feeling at the time was overridden by malice.

Overridden by anger, overridden by betrayal, overridden by spite.

"Hah." You laughed bitterly.

"Compared to being stuck in a bar with you, looks like I'll be safer in the mountains after all."

No words came out of his mouth. The outcome of this argument had been decided long before he tried to get you to stay.

It was a stalemate.

You stormed out of Angel's Share afterward and that was the last time you and Diluc had a proper conversation. The people Diluc deemed most important leave him, and that is no longer a rumor but a promise after you walked out that door. Since then, you actively avoided the general public– avoided him.

Diluc started donning thick black gloves after that incident. It's impossible to convince him to take it off in public.

But that didn't stop Diluc from worrying. Every time he was far away from you, it seemed as though he was counting his breaths and breathing manually. He still manages to slot time in his schedule to look after you. From afar, of course. At this point, he is assured that you are aware of who the Darknight Hero was. Your irrational disdain for the icon contained the same venom you spare for him. Diluc can't and won't stop you from disparaging him. He was adamant that he deserved it with how he treated you.

In his vacant hours, Diluc crawls to his bed and hugs his pillow. Sometimes his fingers will grasp it in desperation, other times he would slowly caress the pillowcase and pretend that it was your back. These actions were coupled with deep breaths, and inevitable moments of indecent thoughts would emerge. The image of your inviting eyes and soft lips haunted his feverish dreams. Naturally, there are moments when he was unable to endure the coldness of being alone in a king-sized bed.

So he stalks you in the guise of "patrolling".

News that involves the Knights of Favonius travel fast, and it's no longer just a passing rumor that they will return this week. The gossipers have already chanted their "I told you so!"s before the cavalry battalions stepped foot inside Mondstadt's gates.

And you were secretly there too. It's kind of cute that despite ranting on about spending the rest of your days in an isolated Mountain, you broke that promise to see your favorite cousin.

Diluc frowned. At this point, Diluc wished you rode off Varka's coat-tails instead if it meant dissuading your aspirations will turn out like this. His relationship with the knights and your cousin may be strained, but it's still part of his duty as a Ragnvindr to treat the grand master with the utmost respect.

Even when that overprotective titan does make a habit of interfering with your relationships. But it's a reasonable vendetta. You would have been blissfully riding on horseback beside the grand master's steed if Diluc hadn't discouraged you from pursuing knighthood.

Seeing you scurry in the dark was the highlight of Diluc's day, but he raised his chin and pretended not to notice your presence. He's a renowned figure who can't hide behind the barrels as you do, so he ought to at least formally welcome Grand Master Varka Imunlaukr--

"You should watch what you say, Miss."

Diluc stopped from his trail. He had not heard it recently but there was a certain familiarity in that voice.

The scent of embers wafted in the air.

And when the smoke cleared, only one figure remained standing firm whilst the other cowered in fear.

Diluc clenched his jaw.

It was "Fixer".

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong! I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already." The blonde green-eyed man babbled and shrank in an attempt to make himself look small, but the observers already know how much of a threat he truly poses.

"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered.

"Tch." Diluc unwittingly bit his nail.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

He believed that he made a sizable arrangement with the Tianquan to stop the majority of ships that boarded Liyue till the next month. How could Thoma possibly get here? Diluc couldn't help but feel incredibly frustrated at every sacrifice and work he made to postpone your reunion. Thoma's here, walking around with his unbelievably chipper self, so what had it all been for?!

Thoma terrified Diluc. Compared to "Ajax", he can't get rid of him by just calling him "Tartaglia" in a "slip-of-the-tongue".

But Thoma is a target now. Diluc would've gladly taken Childe as his ally to avoid the chance of Thoma winning you over, but he would rather die than be in cahoots with the Fatui. Diluc knew how in sync you two were as kids. He could not compete with what is called "natural chemistry".

The key difference is that Thoma can stop himself from hurting others, but Diluc can't help but burn you in one touch.

Diluc bit his bottom lip.

It was an irritating scenario. He could accuse Thoma of destroying private property, but that would make him look callous right away. And that's not something you want to be viewed as next to the kid who just got back in town. Diluc sucked it up and let Thoma babble on.

What happened next was a blur.

Thoma attempted to make small talk with Diluc, but one of his conversation starters triggered something that made him space out.

Diluc only realized he was already home when his butler Elzer jolted from how loud he closed the door. His mood only worsened as he glimpsed at Kaeya waiting for him on a prowl. The captain is keenly aware of Diluc's foul mood when it comes to knighthood. Diluc makes the effort to remind him in almost every interaction.

His brother gave him an omniscient smile.

"Poor Diluc... Did the grandmaster spew a long-winded Knights of Favonius hiring ad again?"

Diluc snarled. "On the contrary, I haven't encountered him."

Kaeya raised an eyebrow teasingly. This should be fun for him. Diluc had yet to kick him out. "Oh? Then why the long face?"

"You know why, Kaeya."

It's because he became so engrossed in his feelings that he failed to remember his responsibility to look after you.

Diluc leaned his head on the doorframe. He overlooked the fact that you were suffering as a result of hearing Marjorie's insults, and he should've tried to help.

He got too busy after finding out that Thoma warranted a room in Goth Hotel and he will be set to stay for two months at most, much to Diluc's dismay. He could stoop low and ask Kaeya for a scheme, but Inazuma's Tri-Commission had some cards up their sleeves. How on earth did Thoma receive a Lordship's protection? The uncrowned King of Mondstadt certainly has a pitiful lack of influence. It's petty, but he forced the hotel to raise its prices in retaliation.

Kaeya laughed. "Heh. Course I do. It's just more satisfying to hear you admit it."

The white-haired butler chimed in. "Pardon me, Master Diluc, but what should we do with the... "pest" that's lurking in Dragonspine? He seems to be getting close to (Y/n)."

"Damn it."

Diluc slammed the wall with his clenched fist. The impact didn't break anything, but the entire manor heard his outburst.

He can't touch Childe.

"Ajax" and Thoma are the only support systems you have left, and Diluc is not a horrible man to selfishly take that away from you.

You're in a fragile mental state and you need someone to talk to, and Diluc is not the right person for the job. His conversations with you frequently turn sour. Crepus brought him up to be a gentleman, yet out of concern, Diluc subconsciously uses harsher language towards you. His wit and sarcasm stand in the way of his desire to be more open. Unlike Thoma, Diluc has trouble finding the perfect words to say. Should he attempt to divulge Ajax's secret identity, you'll just come to hate him more.

Diluc loves you. And he doesn't want to see you break further. This is the least selfish wish he has.

The butler no longer tried to fish out answers while Kaeya snickered. The look on Diluc's face showed that he was back to another round of self-depreciation and Elzer didn't want to deal with the same song and dance again.

Elzer figured that it was his time to leave and let his brother handle this alone, but his master kept talking.

"Thoma's back home too."

Elzer's mouth opened in shock while Kaeya looked indifferent. It's no surprise that he already heard the news. He likely sent Huffman to solve Marjorie's problem.

"H-Huh? Mister Thoma?! I thought the ships in both Doorman port and Liyue harbor can't set sail here?"

"No shit," Diluc muttered in a low husky whisper as he removed the scrunchie that held up his high ponytail. "He must've had connections with the Tri-Commission in Inazuma. Should've guessed that sooner. A pen name like "Fixer" should've set some alarms straight off. There's a high chance Thoma became a bigshot in his father's hometown."

"Right... "Fixer"." Kaeya hummed. He propped his head up pensively.

Diluc is more than familiar with his sworn brother's body language. Whenever Kaeya relaxes into this particular demeanor, an idea would be set in stone, for better and for worse.

"You know Diluc... having a Fixer wouldn't be so bad... It would surely solve your pest problems, wouldn't you agree?"

The two were silent as they tried to decipher what the captain was attempting to insinuate.

Ahh... He's right.

Diluc smiled subtly and crossed his arms.

Kaeya can be pretty useful sometimes.

"Hah." Diluc nodded with an airy chuckle "I get it now. I can't believe I didn't think about it sooner."

"This situation is an easy Scholar's mate all along."

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A masked figure dragged Thoma away closer to Dragonspine's Outskirts in one fell swoop.

The stranger did not speak. He forced him out of the area silently and with ease. Thoma couldn't identify who it was as a golden owl-shaped mark covered his visage. Additionally, his dark cape aided to conceal most of his features. Looking up in a worm's-eye view was no help at all.

"W-Who are you?!"

The stranger glared down.

So, Thoma did come to Dragonspine. How desperate and gullible. Diluc should pay Charles extra for leading him here.

Thoma trembled. He wasn't sure if the temperature or the red glint in his opponent's eye was what caused his body to react. He crept backward as the man with the mask towered above him.

"I-I have a vision!" Thoma proudly proclaimed. "I'd think twice if I were you."

The stranger knelt to his level and yanked him by the collar. Both immediately cast fire in their palms, and that instance made Thoma falter. They're pyro vision users, yet he doubts he could put up a fight with someone twice as physically built as he is. Thoma tried to conceal his fear with a brave look, and the stranger kept quiet about how Thoma's fire was gradually fading.

"Tsk."

The stranger dropped his hold on him.

"How ungrateful. I just saved you."

The man turned his back and slowly started walking away. He raised his hand and beckoned Thoma to follow.

Thoma scrambled to get his bearings and stood up.

"E-Excuse me?"

"That Snezhnayan man you saw just now," The stranger lit up a nearby torch and continued.

"That was Tartaglia, Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers."

"A Fatui Harbinger?"

Every alarm in Thoma's head blared in a second.

"(Y/n)!!!"

That blue-eyed man was a harbinger?! Why are you hanging out with him?! That's too dangerous! You need him NOW--

"Stay put." The stranger commanded, and the authoritative flair in his voice froze Thoma in his place. "The... fisherman is not yet aware of this fact."

"Then we should get there and tell them!-- Mmph!"

The stranger pulled him by the collar once again and covered Thoma's mouth.

"Not yet."

Diluc won't let you know just yet.

Or at the very least, he won't let Thoma play the hero.

Thoma squirmed and broke free.

"Neither of us is fully capable of tackling him head-on." The stranger said.

"But (Y/n) is in danger right now!" Thoma tried to pry his arm away from the stranger's hold but his resistance was futile. "We have to save them--"

"If you do that, Tartaglia might just put an end to their life right then and there. Do you want that to happen, Mister Thoma?"

There was a tight feeling in Thoma's throat.

(Y/n)... dead?

It was just a few sentences, but it was enough to make Thoma feel like vomiting. That made the stranger satisfied. It looks like he won't need to bluff in extreme detail on what the consequences may be.

Manipulating Thoma was disgustingly easy.

"But..."

The stranger fished out a pen and paper from his robes before handing it to him. Thoma looked down at it and sent him a quizzical look.

"If you want to save (Y/n), you can always do it through words, Fixer."

A king's moves may be restricted, but that doesn't stop him from letting others do the work for him. Diluc Ragnvindr is the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt. A mere soldier and poet are nothing but pawns to him.

It's the perfect crime. Diluc still can't believe he hasn't thought about it sooner. It's almost too easy. He only needs to utilize four moves in his plan, truly reminiscent of a Scholar's mate. Sending Childe a forged sparring request 'sent' by Varka, setting up a one-sided meeting where Thoma spies on you and Childe together, manipulating Fixer to expose him, and...Well, there's no need to dwell on that for now. The last step will be the most difficult but Diluc must make sure the third step is a success first.

After all, the uncrowned King is still searching for his Queen, so keep stepping forward.

Please, come back to his side of the chessboard, (Y/n) (L/n).

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zepskies · 3 months

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In the Dark

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

AN: Another story for the BMD-verse! This was requested by @sl33pylilbunny. It’s set in the six-month time gap after Part 17 and before the Epilogue of Break Me Down.

Word Count: 1,500 Tags/Warnings: Angst, traumatic memories, hurt/comfort and feels.

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The building was falling apart.

You couldn’t remember why, but you were deep in a labyrinth. The only way out was further down, into what felt like an immense basement, wading through debris and pieces of the ceiling threatening to crush you at every turn.

You hadn’t stopped running and your lungs were on fire. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. You had an iron grip on your friend’s wrist, so you wouldn’t lose her or her son in the chaos.

“Keep going,” you told them. “We’re getting out.”

A hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving forward.

And three shots rang out. You ducked and took your friend down with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

You woke with a sharp inhale.

Your eyes blinked wide and bleary in a pitch black room. You couldn’t see, but you could still hear your wild heartbeat echoing between your ears.

The more you blinked, the more your eyes adjusted. You could make out the familiarity of your bedroom. While you tried to calm your breathing, you turned onto your side, slowly.

You found Ben, asleep.

His mouth was parted as he breathed. His hair had fallen over his brows in sleep. You almost smiled…but you weren’t quite able to.

You carefully brushed the stray locks away from his forehead. Then you slid out of bed so you wouldn’t disturb him.

This had become your habit over the past couple of weeks since moving into this new apartment. You loved it, but it was hard for you to stay comfortable at night.

Though I don’t think that’s the apartment’s fault, you thought wryly. No, it was just your fucked mental health.

Shaking your head at yourself, you went down to the kitchen and made yourself some chamomile tea. That was Step 1.

Step 2 was sitting on the couch with your laptop and your headphones. You kept yourself up with YouTube videos and answering work emails. By now, they knew not to ask why you were sending them at three in the morning.

This time, however, you made a mistake.

Instead of going back to bed and lying awake for another hour until your alarm went off…you fell asleep on the couch.

You must’ve been more exhausted than you thought.

The next time you woke, it was to the odd sensation of floating. Or rather, being carried. You blinked up at Ben, whose brows were already furrowed.

“Hey,” you said, a bit sheepishly.

He didn’t answer you, nor did he set you down until he’d walked you back into the bedroom and laid you down on your side of the bed. It was still dark in the room, which meant you couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour or so.

Ben slipped back into bed, and you turned toward him under the covers.

You felt bad about waking him up. He had his own bouts of insomnia, but it had been starting to get better, ever since you two moved in together permanently a couple of months ago.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder when he shifted onto his back. His arm came down around your waist, a comfortable weight that made you feel more secure.

“When was the last time you slept through the night?” he asked.

You breathed in deeply…and you let it out.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

He paused for a moment. Then he hummed in understanding. His hand moved slowly up and down your back.

You closed your eyes, but he still fell back asleep before you did.

Both of you had to work in the morning. Ben watched you out of the corner of his eye as you got ready for the day.

He’d been waiting for you to come to him with whatever was on your mind, but you were keeping it to yourself. He didn’t push you. You were smart, and whatever you needed to work out, he would let you deal with it your way, as you so often did.

It didn’t seem to affect how you did your job. At Supe Affairs, no one was the wiser. They didn’t know about the concealer covering the bags under your eyes, or that you were adding a couple shots of espresso to your usual latte every morning.

No, the fun came long after your day was done. After you had showered and dressed for bed, with a silent undercurrent of anxiety hovering in the back of your mind.

Another night, another pain in your ass.

You kept your eyes open for as long as you could, but at 2:00 a.m., you couldn’t take it anymore.

The darkness claimed you.

Three shots rang out. You ducked and took Yvette with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

Jon, your father, had a gloved fist punched through his chest cavity.

You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.

But to your shock, the supe glanced right past you, Yvette, and Devon. His pale gray eyes focused on only the men in the room. He then strode forward and began picking them off one by one.

You shakily pointed out a large aisle of A-Train merchandise for your friend to hide behind. Yvette pulled her son in that direction, while you went to your father where he laid on the ground.

With difficulty, you rolled him onto his back. You then laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other hovered over his chest. Blood pooled through the gaping chasm in his Vought-issued black jacket.

Your lower lip trembled, and you realized then that you were crying as he struggled for breath. Even after everything he’d done to you—to your family—it still hurt you to see him like this…to know that he was dying.

And there was no time. Not to save him, or for resolution…

“Dad,” you tried, but he stopped you. His brows were furrowed with pain, but he gripped your wrist tight.

“Run,” he said. He held on for a moment or two longer, but when the light faded from his eyes, you closed yours.

Your eyes wrenched open when a hand gripped your throat.

It was Black Noir, brandishing a katana between your eyes.

“…ake up.”

Words that just barely registered as you sucked in shallow breaths.

A solid pair of arms were caging you, and you instinctively fought the hold, uttering a whimper.

“Hey,” he said firmly. “It’s me.”

You gasped and finally found Ben’s face in the dark of the room. You heaved for breath as you stared up at him.

Despite your relief, tears brimmed in your eyes. Your grip tightened on his arms as your lips trembled. You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob.

Ben slid onto his side instead of looming above you. He guided you more securely into his arms, and you let yourself rest against his chest. You buried your face there and wept.

His fingers sorted through your hair as he tried to calm you.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbled.

Your body was exhausted. Your chest was filled with anxiety, the remnants of fear, and frustration at yourself, that you couldn’t just get over this.

But you felt his lips at the crown of your head. The sound of his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek drowned out the sound of your rapid one, and it served to steady you too. Your hand splayed against his chest, connecting you with his warm skin.

You began to calm in his arms.

“I see my father die every night,” you whispered.

Finally, you admitted the things you hadn’t been able to for weeks.

“Black Noir, Vought crumbling, trying to find you,” you said, even though your voice was shaking. “Everything, all over again…except I never make it out.”

Ben let out a deep sigh. He nodded, his lips still brushing against your forehead.

“It’s just a dream,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not.”

He could concede to that. He didn’t know what else to say to you though. All he could think to do was hold you a bit tighter.

“It’ll fade,” he said eventually. “Give it time.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. A few tears fell through, but he brushed those away from your cheek.

When you were able to look up at him again, you asked him, “Has it all faded for you?”

Part of you already knew what he might say. As a result, you expected the way he hesitated.

“You know the answer to that,” he said. His fingers continued to sift through your hair, and you breathed easier at the pleasant sensation.

“They’re like battle wounds,” he continued. “They’ll just become scars.”

That wasn’t anything new for you, he knew. You’d had scars long before he met you.

You seemed to let his words sink in though. You nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest; a wordless thank you.

“Close your eyes,” he said, low and steady.

You hesitated, but you did as he said. You closed your eyes.

And when your breathing gentled into the deep calm of sleep, Ben allowed himself to try and do the same.

AN: And there we have it. Short and angsty lol. But I can't write angst without a little hurt/comfort. 💚💚

I hope you liked this!

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 6 months

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Headcanon: Soldier Boy as a father

Pairing: Dark Soldier Boy x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Implied Noncon/Forced Pregnancy.

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Let me know your thoughts on this and please leave a comment or an ask, I feel like you guys are very silent lately 🥺

From the first moment that Ben holds the little baby in his arms, his whole world transforms radically.

The feeling of finally being able to see and touch the child he wanted for so long is indescribable. The love blooms in his heart wildly like it’s a force of nature.

The tiny boy feels so fragile against his muscled arms, not even the size of his arm. His eyes half-closed and mouth open as he soundly sleeps.

His skin is all wrinkled and bloody, but Ben swears it’s the most beautiful sight in the world.

It finally feels like everything in his life makes sense, all the pieces clicking into place. In that moment, Ben knows everything he did to get to that moment was worth it.

All the screaming and pleading, the tense moments where you’d cry your eyes out in despair because you didn’t wanted Ben.

The times he had to force himself on you even though you begged him not to. All of it worth it for the mere sight of his son.

Ben vouches not to be like his father. He’ll do much better.

He tries to be a present father, wanting to raise his son with values of discipline but also with love.

But not too much love, he doesn’t want his kid to be a complete pussy after all.

He does install real man's values into his kid. To be brave, to never lback down from a good fight and to always speak his mind out.

Very toxic misogyny mindset, basically.

Father-son bonding time means taking the kid to some low-level missions, teaching him how to maintain his calm and how to deal with bad guys.

Although you freak out about him taking a small toddler to risky situations, Ben knows that your son is a strong supe. Not to mention that he wouldn’t actually let anything happen to the kid.

Another thing he teaches to your son is to always protect you.

“Listen to me, buddy. When dad is not around, you’re the man in charge, got it? That means mommy is your responsibility and you take good care of her. Don’t let her talk too much to strangers and if any man gets too close, just throw him a punch.”

And then of course Ben is gonna want more kids. He wants two more, at least.

Even if you don’t want more, it doesn’t matter cause in the end, Ben always gets what he wants.

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post-it-notes7 · 5 months

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seems like everyone's playing some sort of game in the mirror world

#post's doodle bin #dark meta knight #mir falspar #kirby right back at ya #galaxy soldier army #oh so carefully sowing in more seeds that will one day make sense #boys night!!! they are both having a tumultuous time:tm:#maybe not so much mir falspar hes a little preoccupied at the moment #probably still experiencing some strange dreams though

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torturedpoetemotions · 1 year

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Tag yourself I'm SeeJay

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nymphie66 · 6 months

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God Bless America pt 3

Part One

Part Two

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

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

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

S/N : Supe Name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knowing Vought it was probably number three.

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

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

Ben.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I will be right there."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked ravishing.

His little psycho.

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

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

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

"That's not sticking!"

"It so is."

#jensen ackles #the boys tv #the boys #soldier boy x supe!reader #soldier boy x pregnant!reader #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #tw: dark content #the boys amazon

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2anxious2betrue · 2 years

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Happy Marriage

Warnings: mature material, sex scene, future non-con/rape, dark fic, “dead dove do not eat”, the 1940s gender dynamics

Note: This is my first time positing a story of tumblr, you can also find my other works on ArchivesOfOurOwn, my username there is QueenSketch.

Summary: Soldier boy is looking for his wife, has anyone seen her? Its been many years, and he has come back ready to have a happy marriage. Too bad she doesn't see it that way.

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The television light illuminated your cramped living room space, bringing dread and despair from today’s news.

“A massive explosion occurred today in the middle of the city, a security camera was able to catch the scene in action. As we can see here, a blast of light bursts out of this man’s chest into the building, killing 79 innocent bystanders”

The video zooms into the person, showing a disheveled male with a beard and side swept hair. The video was blurry, but you had a horrible gut feeling telling you that you know that person.

“We are currently not certain of who this person is, but there have been speculations that this person may be Soldier Boy. A once beloved hero. If this is truly him, what has happened? There has been no updates from Vought yet but channel 2 news will keep you updated”.

The concerned and stern face of the news anchor fades out as you click your remote to shut down the television. Your heart is racing. No this can’t be real, you were free of him. You have been free for over a decade. This must be a mistake.

Your mind began to jump from one concern to the next, your breathing increased but it felt as if no oxygen was getting through your lungs. You were spiraling and you knew it, but nothing could help you now if he was truly back.

You closed your eyes and tried to think, tried to brainstorm a plan. You could move, he wouldn’t be able to find you. You changed your name, no one knows who you truly are. No one knows your past or what you have done. Yes you could move and with today’s technology at your fingertips, you could easily be safely hidden away from him.

1946

The radio was playing a nice soft melodic song, you hummed along to it as you were preparing dinner. Your dress swayed with you as you moved your body to the beat of the song. You could hear the front door open, but you were so entranced with the song and your movements that you continued along.

“Honey, I’m home”

The deep barrel of your husband’s voice took you out of your trance. You patted your apron down, put on your best smile, and went to greet your husband. He was still in the doorway, his dark green and black suit on defining all of his muscles and built. He was taking off his shoes, as you approached him.

“Welcome home deer”

He opened his arms as he welcomed your embrace, you stood on your tippy toes to hug him and give a small kiss to his cheek. He chuckled into your embrace.

“I've missed you”. He says to you, your smile gets brighter. “I’ve missed you more, I have dinner almost ready. Clean up and come downstairs”.

“It smells delicious, but I would rather eat you all up”. He sends you a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

You shew him away before he tries to grab you. “Oh silly you”, you laugh at him and head back to the kitchen, as you are about to pass the door frame you hear him say something.

“What was that honey?” You yell back.

“I have a surprise for you, I can give it to you after dinner. When we have some fun upstairs”. His tone of voice seems deeper to you, you think it's because he has a big appetite for sex. Especially after he became a supe.

“Oh you didn’t have to, but can’t wait”.

You hear his heavy footsteps going up the stairs, and carry on back to the kitchen to set the table and finish up.

After dinner, you clean everything from the table as Ben goes to sit down on the couch and relax. He has such a hard job and passion of being a superhero, he does so much for the world, you just wish that you could be a comfort for him. You begin to wash the dishes, but you feel a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. That startles you.

“Oh goodness Ben, I didn’t notice you”. He gives you a tight smile.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

He is a head taller then you, his height looms over you as he looks deep into your eyes. His hazel/gray eyes bring love and desire into you, but at this moment they seem off. He leans towards you and captures your lips with his own. His lips move skillfully with yours, bringing butterflies into your stomach.

You lean away from him to catch a breath and smile up at him. He closes the water faucet and takes your hand into his. He leads you away from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

He seems more impatient today than usual but you comply with his actions. He pushes you onto your bed, forcing you to sit on the edge of it.

“Strip”

You slowly reach back to untie your apron but before you can pull it over yourself he stops you.

“Keep that on”.

You nod your head, and silently ask him to pull down the zipper of your dress. He sits close to you, his breath fanning on your neck as he gently pulls down the zipper. As he unzips the dress, he trails the zipper down and plants small kisses on the way. His final kiss was at the bottom of your back.

You stand up to step away from the dress. Frilly light green bra and panties still on. You look at your husband sitting in front of you, your eyelids half open sending a sultry look towards him.

“Aren’t you going to take anything off?”

He wags his leather gloved finger no at you. You could feel your panties getting damp as the seconds go by.

You un-clip your bra and let it fall to the floor, the apron is still covering your front. You teasingly turn your back towards him, and slowly pull your panties down giving your husband a show.

You hear his belt clink and then his zipper goes down. You glance towards him and see him stroking his girthy cock, pre-cum glistening at the top. You gulp down saliva, and go on all fours towards him. He gives you a knowing look, as he spreads his thighs for you to fit.

You look up at him, his dark gaze looking deep at you. You nod your head and move closer to his inviting cock waiting for your attention. You first lick the shaft of it. Once, twice, three times. He shudders each time, a small groan escaping his mouth. That encourages you as you fully take his head into your mouth. It pulsates as you swirl your tongue around and put more of him in.

He becomes impatient and thrusts his hips into you. You oblige and move your head up and down, while gently massaging his balls. Groans of pleasure escape him, and you know he is almost at his limit. You could feel your pussy throbbing and getting wet from pleasuring him. Before he cums into your mouth, he pulls himself out.

His actions confuse you, as he pulls you up. He turns you around and pushes you on the bed on all fours. You spread your legs, ready to take him. He aligns himself towards your entrance and swiftly thrusts in. He begins with a steady pace but becomes more frantic with each stroke.

You could feel your own climax coming, he would hit the right spot each time. One of his hands was massaging your right breast, twisting the nipple and bringing more pleasure towards you. Each sensation became more and more, until finally you felt release.

The feeling of completion didn’t last long. You felt a sharp stab towards the middle of your back, a forceful injection. The pain was unbearable as this unknown substance was forced into your organism. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning, but also as if you were buried in ice. Tears sprung down your face as you sobbed and screamed in agony.

Ben was still inside of you as he held you to himself. You could hear him saying something, but the agony was too much.

The last thing you heard him say before you blacked out was “This way we will always be together”.

Part 2: https://2anxious2betrue.tumblr.com/post/688641447595016192/happy-marriage-part-2

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