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[daughterofcain-67]

𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 (𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝)

(Soldier Boy x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after decades of silence, a group of vigilantes that call themselves FBI agents show up at your door looking for the weapon that killed Soldier Boy. But the truth is, you don’t fully believe he’s dead and you wonder if one day, your Ben will finally find his way back to you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon violence, minor spoilers, explicit content such as gore, sexual implications. read at your own risk.

First Update: 01.19.24

Final Update: 03.18.24

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[fandom-chic]

Happy Little Family: Chapter 1

Summary: When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

A/N: Hello! New to the fandom and decided to try out a series. Let me know what you think!

YEAR: 1985

4 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days. That was the last day you saw Ben. You held your son to your chest as you sat on your porch at your farmhouse gazing out at the nothingness of nature. Only a month old, Ben still hadn’t met his first (known) child. Before leaving for his mission, he kissed your cheek and told you he’d be back soon. You guess that you should’ve asked for the definition of soon.

You rock in the chair as you think of the odd meeting you had with Ben.

YEAR: 1983

2 years ago, you were just a senior analyst at Vought in their operations department going about your average day-to-day. It wasn’t until you were pulled into the CEO's office that you knew something was up. 

You go through the large wooden doors into the vast room to see Wayne Peterson, the CEO of Vought, speaking to a tall man. You feign a smile as he notices you.

“(Y/N), please come in.” You nod, pushing a piece of hair out of your vision. You take a seat across from Wayne. You could see him fidgeting with his pencil, obviously nervous. You feel your breath hitch; something wasn’t right.

“Thank you so much for coming in. I’m sure you’re confused as to why I asked you here today. Well, I’ll let Ben here fill some of the gaps.” At that, the man turns around, and you immediately recognize the face of Solider Boy. Even with a mask on, it’s hard to deny this man was handsome. You unconsciously feel a smile come to your face as you acknowledge the presence of this handsome not-so stranger.

“Wow, it’s great to meet you Solider Boy. I used to watch your variety show every Sunday when I was a kid.” He gives a charming smile to you and nods.

“Glad to have such a pretty fan.” You feel a blush rise to your cheeks. Pretty. He thinks you're pretty. 

“So what’s going on? Is there a project or-“

“You could say that.” He said, a smirk on his lips. “My public image has been tarnished in the recent news, to say the least.” Your mind immediately flicks to his brutal break-up with Crimson Countess and the many civilian casualties in the Central Park attack. “I need to rehabilitate my brand. I think the best way to do this is to shift the conversation away from the shitty things and onto something more…” he was at a loss for words. 

“Wholesome.” Wayne interrupts. “So to make a long story short, you will be a trial run girlfriend for Soldier Boy.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, “Girlfriend?” Your voice wavers on the word.

“And if that goes over well with the press, marriage.” You feel your legs go weak at that word. Marriage? You were barely 23. 

“Wow,” Was all you could utter as the two men stared at you. “Marriage…” 

“Well of course.” Soldier Boy says matter of factly. “The ultimate prize if I do say so myself.” He snickered to himself at that.

“B-but… why me?” You stuttered, feeling for something to rest your arms on.

“A sensible question to say the least.” Wayne interjects, “As you know, Vought is an extremely intelligent, high-tech company. With that being said, and this stays between us, we make profiles of all Vought employees. This ranges from promotions, firing, marketing to this.” He gestures at you two. 

“And you are exactly the companion Solider Boy should be seen with and-“

“You’re the only one I’d be ok fucking.” Soldier Boy says, grabbing out a cigarette and lighting it. Your eyes widen.

“Obviously if it gets to that,” Wayne says to your expression. “In terms of perks, you will receive heavy compensation as well as new residence paid for completely by Vought. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” 

“So, what do you say.” Solider Boy says, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Your mouth is gaping.

“Wow, this offer truly is…” you search for words, “An honor to say the least. Can I take a day to think on it?” 

“Because of the urgency of this pairing, you have an hour to decide, or we go elsewhere.” At that, you’re ushered to another room to sit and think. 

You take a seat and your head falls into your lap. What the fuck is going on? What the fuck do I do? As these thoughts swam through your head you hear a knock. There was no way your time was up this early. Then Solider Boy enters the room.

“Am I interrupting?” He says with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Well, only a little bit.” At that, he takes a seat next to you. You expect a speech about how you don’t have to do this and how there is no pressure. But that’s not what you get.

“You do realize you have to do this.” 

“Excuse me?” You’re in disbelief. 

He nods. “What will come of your career if you just turn down every other opportunity that comes your way? Your bosses won’t be impressed, and you’ll stay at the bottom of the food chain till you’re let go. Do you really want that?” You feel dread and anger building in the pit of your stomach. “With a fancy degree from some prestigious New England school, don’t you think that should go to something?” At that, you were silent. He wasn’t wrong. What would everyone say if you just turned down opportunities that were put in your lap? This might not be directly what they had in mind, but Vought stresses the importance of team players. And what if this counts as not being one. You feel your leg start to bounce in anxiety. 

“No. I don’t want that.” You grab your knees and squeeze. 

“Good. So we’re good to go?” He says with a clap. 

“I guess…” You mumble as he stands up and begins to make his way out. “But wait.”

He turns towards you, a hint of annoyance in his eyes that leave almost immediately.

“Why did you choose me.” He gave a snicker that had a hint of sourness in it.

“We told you, you have a good background, you’re hot, you seem like the-“ 

“No but really?” You insist, standing to face him. He takes a step from the door, and he sighs, running a hand through his bangs.

“You are normal. Boringly normal. You won’t distract anyone from me.” That humbled you, to say the least.

“Ok.” You whisper as he officially leaves the room. You sit back down and feel like the blandest piece of cereal in the box.

You are then ushered back into Wayne’s office as papers are thrown at you to sign. As you leave the office, you realize you’re officially Soldier Boy’s boring girlfriend.

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[herstarburststories]

Imagine you being the first person Soldier Boy goes after when he breaks out

* soldier boy x reader imagine under the gif :)

What happens when someone has accomplished everything everyone would love to catch a glimpse of?

Booze, drugs, and frivolous sex. Especially when said person is trying to feel like a human again. Especially when said person is seen as above a person, as something (never someone) closer to some kind of ancient god, as an entity.

“Another night,” you let out an empty laugh, observing your reflex on the television staring back at you: not a day older, not a wrinkle, not a grey hair, not an aching bone, no sign of flesh rooting like it should do. Untouchable by the worst creation: time. “Same old me.”

Heroes are just heroes because they don't have time to be anything else. Any other being with spare time would become, well, just like Y/N. A fucking mess surrounded by empty pizza boxes and a TV that speaks louder than any person ever did.

Being a god must be so lonely, you wonder to no other than yourself. It's even more solitary when you're eternal, and everything you've ever loved is temporary.

Drowning in self pity like most days, you sigh and turn on the tv— quickly your reflex was replaced by an equal, which was even more tearfully. Homelander and Starlight putting on a show with pageant smiles and two pairs of eyes reflecting all the violence that humans learned how to adore.

“I can't hide it anymore!” the twisted superman says excitedly, making you arch an eyebrow. “Me and Starlight are together!”

Even though the woman — who leaked innocence and power anytime she popped up on your television — starts the kiss, you can't help but notice the slightly disgust in the corner of her eyes, or the quiet anger on the edge of her mouth.

Women still don't have all the power they should have. You can only hope Starlight be a rebel. She certainly has the bravery to do it. Too used to sit and smile to idiots. Someday they won't even see when she comes for their asses.

Just like you, couple decades back that never look bad on you. Same woman, but with a little more of... Courage? No, not really. Hope. Some more hope that built up courage, isn't it always about this sneaky hope?

But now all your friends are dead and it doesn't matter in the long run. That's the thing about time, in all it's relativeness, surrounding and rushing through people complaining or praising its pace, it tends to show what lingers. Usually not much, mostly memories. They are like a fever that should kill you, but it doesn't have mercy so you remain breathing and suffering with all the reminiscence.

You, a lonesome hero who lives in delusion on old time's memories, the woman who never moves on from her lover's death.

You'd turn off the tv show, but then you'd be alone with yourself in this house haunted by the past. So, let it be it, a whole ass scoop about #Starlander or whatever their name was.

Destiny, orchestrated by a real God who isn't in the tv nor wore a cape, has other plans. As usual.

It doesn't even take a second to discover which ship name the superheroes were using before your door was on the floor with no further warning. Nothing, but a scarlet light strong enough to bend metal. Not a clue but the smell of burning, just like, like...

Mornings, just like morning when he'd try to use his power to cook toasts and accidentally put the kitchen on fire because he was too stubborn not to do it. Or just like the accent of incinerated bodies when he was at war and could hide under the excuse of saving the country to be merciless.

Soldier Boy, your cruel savior. Standing at your door like a mad man.

But, that isn't possible. Soldier Boy was dead. You cried in way too many radio interviews to consider otherwise. You mourned, and everyone made a feast out of that pain. Your teammates disbanded. You kept looking for him for years before accepting that he wasn't here anymore. Everyone applauded his bravery, and then they never talked about him again. Just like any other dead hero.

He couldn't be alive. He can't be alive.

Yet, your mind, always messed up with those hopeful perspectives, whispers to you that there was never a body. It takes and twists the facts into saying, take a other step, he could be there. It makes your head dizzy. It makes you raise and walk towards the entrance with no door. Your calamitous heart is so filled up with hope as his glass used to be with whiskey and his body with drugs, overflowing in every sense. And you feel like a human at the simply chance of seeing the man you loved again. Even though this man was a monster, even when hurt you many times in that rose-colored golden age— the worst pain he ever put you through was dying. Even gods have their addictions, and he was yours.

Your steps are slow, your eyes watching as you pray for him to be seen. Doesn't take long but certainly take much. There, in the midst of brutality, he stands. The man you loved to adore. The hero with a villain mind. Soldier Boy.

Your eyes spark like stars with the tears. All you want to do is come closer, like always. His beard makes him look even older, and his hair is longer than you've ever thought you'd see (he'd probably call it hippie and comments that would be considered.. Well, Twitter certainly wouldn't like it). But his naked body is the same, just like his green eyes, just like his lips. Do they still taste like blood? Does making love to him still like a combat?

You used to believe that living forever was a punishment, but you'd do it all again just to get to this moment.

You study him carefully, trying to convince yourself not even this joy could make up for the fact that he was presumably dead for decades. All the sleepless nights, all the ache, all the torture you put others through to get information to save him, all the love you wasted on strangers to try to get ride off him.

All is washed away when you saw him, but the question was still hanging around in the air: how was he here?

Soldier Boy is quiet, more quiet than he could ever be with his smart mouth. You didn't know how to do this, do act rationally when he was around. This was the man you'd get your hands bloody for. How is there any room left for rationality? And he is there, right in front of you.

Your eyes lock with him like it was the night you two fucked in that Oklahoma jail when he took your virginity. Your body still burning at the idea of coming closer. Your hands shaking in anticipation like it it was the first time he touched you. You just wanted to take him home, you just wanted to kiss him, to spread your legs to him, to let him fuck you until you forget you were anything but his. That same fervor, that same man. When you love forever, you spend most of your time wanting to die. But he was reborn, and suddenly eternity didn't seem like enough. He was back.

You are scared to open your mouth, to say a word and watch him dissipate like a hallucinative smoke. Therefore, you keep quiet to allow your body to speak instead.

You take one step towards him, unsure if he'd throw you across the room with his power or if he'd pull you into a kiss so hard it would make your lips bleed. Who cares? Red was always your very favorite color anyway.

Soldier Boy's chest shines a little, and you're ready to strike back and punch him. But the closer you are, the less his power shines.

You're my Achilles heel. Recall his naked words back then, and how they always came after you sucked his cock or when you dared to leave him. Recall how messed up you two were, but you always came back to each other. Despite all the shit, Soldier was the one who was as fucked up as you were. All that ache and he was still yours, and you were his.

Solder Boy is alive. He's alive!

One step. You were right in front of him.

When he speaks, it's just one word.

“Y/N.”

And you'd burn the whole world for him to say it.

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[anundyingfidelity]

400 followers ask: Jensen and reader on a red carpet or something and they start to like each other after filming the boys but they're too scared to admit it. The reader kiss him first (Jensen is single obv) 🥺 thank you!

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CONFESSIONS — Jensen Ackles x female reader

Word count: 526 (oopsie lol).

Genre: fluffy stuff.

Warnings: none.

Jensen flashed you a charming smile, making your cheeks heat and your legs tremble slightly. Since you arrived at the red carpet along with the cast, Jensen wouldn’t leave your side. When shooting, he made a good friendship with you and after not seeing each other for some time you were stuck together without even noticing, going out and meeting at yours or his place.

During the event, you couldn’t shake the thought of his clinginess towards you. Him taking your hand once you had a short interview, you wrapping your arm around his own while walking, the way he placed his hand on your hip for photos… Jensen never got away from your side. You just wanted to kiss him and confess those feelings that flourished while on set.

Standing by his side behind the theater, your co-stars and team gathered together before leaving for the after party. And being honest, anyone with two good eyes could tell you were a couple. Bad news, you were only very good friends.

“I need some water, I’ll be back,” you announced to him through the bustle of your co-stars.

“I’ll go with you,” Jensen offered, gently taking your hand and guiding you to a break room far away from the noise.

You couldn’t really explain how he made you feel every time he grabbed your hand. Any inch of his skin touching yours left you breathless and your stomach flipping, your skin warm because of the proximity.

Once you arrived at the empty break room, you poured yourself a glass of water. He beamed as you calmed down the thirsty feeling quickly.

“Want some?” you offered.

He shook his head and his precious eyes traveled from your beautiful face, down to your dress hugging your figure perfectly. He gave you that look before but he never said anything. You had to know what was going on before lying to yourself.

“You know, I was thinking about us,” you started.

“Like how?” his brows furrowed but you could see a playful sparkle on his gaze.

 “Like we talk a lot, we go out, you hug me a lot, we talk about life, you can’t let me go today, and honestly, I feel like I know you like the back of my hand…”

Jensen bit his lips, his eyes moving down to your lips. “I don’t know, it’s a habit I guess.”

You let out a soft chuckle, taking a step closer. You almost felt his chest against yours and the heat radiating. “Really? That’s your excuse?”

“You tell me,” he whispered, his lips an invitation to taste them.

In a heartbeat, you pulled him for a soft kiss, one of your hands around his neck as the other cupped his bearded cheek. Jensen gripped your waist to pull you closer, his hand resting on your hip until you were out of breath.

“Well, I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too,” Jensen smiled softly, his free hand caressing your cheek. “Should’ve said it sooner.”

“Nah, I said it and kissed you first. That’s a gold medal,” you grinned.

He pecked your lips again. It was indeed.

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[mishapocalyse]

Come Marching Home

Soldier Boy x Depressed!Sad!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of depression and mental illness. Soldier Boy is his own warning! Language.

Description: Soldier Boy gets a call from his best girl, you. However, instead of the happy, giggling sweetheart he's used to loving. It is a side that you hate. He's marching home, your--Soldier Boy.

Crimson Countess had stood next to her boss as his mind wandered elsewhere. These fucking movie shoots, oh how he despised them. Although he did want to admit he’d get to ogle pretty women who’d always be almost clad nude, walking amongst the supes’. He found himself only thinking about that one girl back home. The one he had to force himself out of bed from every morning. He’d reluctantly roll over to the edge, reluctantly kiss her goodbye, reluctantly close the door behind him. He never wanted to leave her side—he could drop all of this if he ever wanted to. However, this is what he had to do.

For her.

Countess nudged him with her elbow, knocking him from his thoughts.

“What.” He asked, his attention turning to her.

Countess, not wanting to start an argument kept her voice low and content.

“You’ve been acting really off lately. The fuck is your problem?” She questions, pressing a hand to his chest.

“Need me to take care of something for you? You seem stressed.” Countess reached down to firmly plant her other hand to his groin.

Soldier Boy pushes her away from him, the others taking notice. The PA hurriedly walking towards them to make sure everything was ready for the day of shooting. His green eyes that were sea foam in color, the ones that usually sparkled in admiration for his girl, were dark and filled with an anger, a disappointment in the woman in front of him. He gripped to Countess’s arm giving it a harsh squeeze.

“Don’t fucking touch me, we’ve been over this. We aren’t fucking together, Cooze.” He spits.

Countess did not take kindly to that.

“And who are you fucking now, hm?” She asks but he doesn’t answer.

Instead, he’s walking away from her, away from everyone for the day. He sits with his hands folded and his head hanging low, trying to calm himself down before he punched someone. That moment of silence was ruined when a hard knock at his trailer’s door interrupted his thoughts.

“Can’t a man get an ounce of fucking peace around here, for fucks sake.” He pushed himself up from the chair, ripping the trailer door open to find his assistant shaking, terrified of him.

“Better be important, or you can find yourself another fucking like of work, sweetheart.” He threatens, out of the ordinary.

The assistant nods as she becomes him to come out.

“You have a call on line one, someone is asking for you.” She states.

“Tell them to call back later. I’m busy at the moment.” He replies, his arms crossed.

She heaves a shaky sigh. “Afraid she won’t take no for an answer, sir.”

Soldier Boy after hearing that practically runs to the phone. He’s worried now, not giving a shit that his teammates are watching him. When his hands land on the phone inside the small office space he’s happy.

“Hey pretty girl, you alright?” He whispers into the phone.

But his girls voice is pained. He noticed she’d been crying, possibly for a good minute, her breath is shaky, she’s sniffling, until finally she’s breaking down with him over the phone.

"Y/N? Baby...what's wrong-"

"I miss you." you said, sniffling. "I know you're busy. I shouldn't have called. Are you mad at me now?"

"No." he began. "No...no, no--baby, I'm not mad at you. I miss you too pretty girl. Tell me what's wrong." He murmurs.

For a second he thinks he will wait to go home. But he does otherwise.

"I love you, pretty girl. I have to get going. I'll see you soon." He waits for you to answer, instead it is replaced with silence.

Soldier Boy ignores Countess, ignores his assistant walking behind him, ignores his teammates awkward stares and yelling after him. Once he is in the truck, he's driving to get you flowers, food and things that he knows will cheer you up. He plowed through the store, pushing aside fans, making it his personal mission to get home to you.

His pretty girl.

Soon, he is pulling into the driveway, running to the front door. Anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off. You were special.

You were his.

"Y/N? Are you here?" He hollered up the stairs of your shared home. He purchased it for you both to get away from the spotlight.

He could hear you softly sobbing in your shared room, his boots clunking up the steps towards you. Then he's opening the door, ready to be here for you. Once Soldier Boy sees the room, it is over. He's changing into his pajamas, throwing his shield to the floor, coming to your aid as his strong arms wrap around you in a loving embrace. You knew he wouldn't be doing this for anyone else. Yes, you knew how he was with other women, but when he came home, he came home ready to be with you.

"I'm here, pretty girl." He envelops you in his embrace, light feathery kisses trapped upon your cheek, your neck, your shoulders.

He's running a hand through your hair, tousling it between his calloused fingers. You're breaking in front him again, your eyes red and puffy from how much you had been crying.

"I was scared that maybe you wouldn't come home. It was a stupid thought. I feel so stupid doing this to you. I shouldn't have called you when you were at work. I'm sorry. " You cried between sobs.

"Shh." He planted a kiss on your temple, brushing away the hot, wet tears streaking down your face. "I understand. I missed you too, baby."

"You don't understand though. I'm a fucking mess, I hate myself and the way I look. I see you with Crimson Countess and these outrageously gorgeous women and I sit here and think, I wish that were me up there with you. I want to be there with you. But there is this part of me that also doesn't want to be here period. Maybe you would do better without me, Ben. I feel like I am a burden when I am around you, like I weight you down--" He steals your lips in a firm, haughty kiss. Dragging you under him in one fluid motion. You're on fire in an instant as his fingertips lightly brush against the cool skin of your stomach. When he pulls away his eyes are wet, brimming with tears that never fell. You could clearly tell how he felt about you.

"I could never think you were ever a burden to me, Y/N. You are the only woman that puts up with my shit. I get lucky every night, even if I'm not trying to put a bun in the oven, pretty girl. I don't want another woman. I want you. You think that I like perusing the town with other women? I fucking don't. It's a waste of my time. Before you? Yeah, I fucked around, did what I wanted, and then you--fell from whatever place you came from and I had to say to myself, 'fuck, there is a God.'" You playfully slap his arm through your tears, as you tried to smile. Your hands raising to caress his face, looking into his exhausted eyes.

"I love you. I always will pretty girl." He smiles, bending down to press another harsh kiss to your lips, his scruffy beard scratching your face.

The kisses were the sweetest when he was with you, the nights where he would hold you as close as he could, afraid that if you let go, you would wither away in his grasp. He's gotten a lot better as a person, he may be an asshole. A narcissistic prick, but with you? He was the perfect man. He never let you forget how much you meant to him. The love of your life.

Your little Soldier Boy.

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[syrma-sensei]

not only 2022...

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[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Behind the Trailer

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you're there, you can't help but flirt with a certain New Zealander actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.

Pairing: Jensen x F!reader / Karl Urban x F!Reader (implied)

Word Count: 1957

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, public sex, outdoor sex, p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talking, rough sex, implied cockhold

A/n: I haven't written in a while, so in the meantime, here's a little sexy thing I wrote! 

PS: I had no idea what gif to put on this fic, so here have more of him.

Feedbacks are super welcomed!

The set crew had to be looking for him everywhere by now. 

His break was over… Like… 20 minutes ago.

Since he had several scenes to shoot before the end of the day, when you went to see him to surprise him, he was still dressed as Soldier Boy. The costume that you loved so fucking much on him. Not only did the green look good on him… Everything was so tight. Tightened at the legs, molding his muscles newly acquired for his role, not at all hiding the bump you saw the moment you started walking towards the cafeteria to grab some food for lunch. Walking in front of him with a happy gait and a short dress.

Both on purpose.

Just like you turned your head, smiling brightly at him, to see his reaction.

Obviously, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding under the table and resting on his thigh the moment you sat down with him. The muscle had hardened under your touch, waiting for your next move, expecting anything. And when you raised your hand higher to place it on the bulge that had attracted your attention, a small clearing of throat sounded on your right. But you hadn't flinched in any way and continued your conversation with Karl and Jack about the scenes they'd planned for the afternoon. You weren't supposed to know, but they loved giving you little clues here and there about what they were up to.

"You think you’re smart, hm?"

Cold wall in front of you. The mass of heat and muscles was pinning you against it, pressing hard against your back.

Jensen had taken you behind his trailer so no one could see you. It was a good blind spot, some trees and bushes were hiding the view of both sides, the fence hiding the back. 

It was the perfect place to do things and not be seen. You were completely invisible.

But it did nothing to drown the sounds.

A hand squeezed your throat as a warm breath blew against your ear.

“Teasing me like that in front of everyone?”

The bulge against your butt was so hard and imposing, you couldn't hold back the moan of surprise and anticipation that escaped your lips. Jensen let out a long groan as he started grinding against you, his hand squeezing your throat just enough, yet not quite like you liked it. The air was still coming in, the pain was minimal, you wanted more, you needed more. Raising your hand, you rested it on his and urged him to squeeze harder.

“You're a fucking slut, you know that? Fucking brat,” you could hear him undo his pants with his free hand and next moment, your panties were tossed to the side and he was sliding inside of you in a quick and rough thrust.

He was probably expecting you to make a noise, because his hand that wasn't encircling your throat pressed immediately against your mouth. And his next words were whispered against your ear. His husky voice sent chills all over your body, and when he gave another thrust, you could feel him now buried inside you to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back as he tightened his grip on your throat.

Just like you fucking liked.

“Teasing me like that to get attention? First, you come here,” Jensen groaned as he pulled out only to better thrust back in. A shrill sound left your mouth, but his hand grabbed it and buried it in silence. “Dressed like this,” he was referring to the short summer dress you chose to wear. Purple, it had small blue and yellow flowers and a small bow at the top of the semi-plunging neckline. “You flirt with Karl like a fucking slut,” he stated and you tried to deny it, quickly, maybe too quickly, because he snapped his lenght rough enough to silence you. You moaned again, loudly enough to hear your voice through his wide hand. “Don’t lie to me…  I saw you… How you were sitting… looking at him like a slut, showing your chest… You’re not talking to him like you’re talking to anyone else,” he continued, thrusting out and in and out of you at every thing he was uttering. Your legs started to shake so much the pleasure was out of control, and you could feel your juices flowing between your thighs, where you were connected to him. “And then, you touch me under the table? Hm? What do you think brats like you deserve? What do you think whores like you deserve?”

Burying himself as deep as possible, Jensen pulled his hand from your mouth and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. “I asked you a question.”

“Punishment,” you answered between two harsh breaths. “I deserve… Punishement,” you closed your eyes, fighting the urge to fuck back on his length, fighting the urge to scream and moan and beg for more. You needed it so bad, so bad it hurt.

“That’s right.” Wandering over your body, Jensen's fingers explored all the visible skin your dress gave him. He stroked your bare thighs, settled close to your ass at the limit of where his pelvis was resting and climbed up under your dress to grab one of your breasts. “Not even wearing a bra. Like you were asking for me to fuck you…” He groaned and pinched your nipple. It was a close one, this time the sound almost slipped through. “Oh no, don't think I'm putting my hand back on your mouth sweetheart, you wanted this…” You could feel it oh so very well, his length slipping out of you, brushing your insides, everywhere, burning, it was so hot… “You're keeping quiet.”

His hips snapped back inside of you roughly, making you lose balance for a while. You caught up on the wall of his trailer, trying so hard to not make a noise you ended up tasting metal filling your mouth. You bit your lip too hard.

Jensen fucked you fast and deep, right there, behind his trailer, where anyone could see you if they walked close enough. If they heard you. Like he really didn’t care, your boyfriend growled as he snapped his hips faster, and this time, you couldn’t help it, a moan escaped. Then another. Then, it didn’t matter to stay quiet.

It felt so good. It felt so good, him using you, fucking you, punishing you for being the brat that you were. Jensen’s cock touched every single spot that made you see stars, but it was when his hand lowered down to your back, bending you forward more on the wall, that he could reach the spot that made you cry out. The spot he knew by heart. His favorite spot he then kept on pistoning.

“That’s it, good girl, taking me so well… Not very silent hm, well, that’s something we’ll have to work on. You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can’t feel you twitch around me…”

Indeed, he was right. Jensen really did know you by heart, knew your whole body on the tip of his fingers. He owned you, after all. His sweet little pet he loved to fuck whenever and wherever he wanted. And oh God did you want it too.

“Yes… Yes!” You moaned, turning your head to the side to lay your cheek on the cold wall. Skin burning up, body burning up, core burning up, you were so fucking close-

That’s when you saw him.

Standing a couple of meters away, barely hidden through the bushes and trees.

Dark eyes were settling on you, and you only. Hypnotized would be a better world. His Hawaiian shirt was pink, so flashy amongst the green of the surroundings, you wondered why you didn’t notice him there before.

It was seeing Karl watching you getting fucked by Jensen that drove you to the edge. Fingers bent on the wall, you helplessly tried to get a hold of something. Your legs were shaking so much, Jensen had to use both hands to keep you up. Warmth pressed on your back, sweaty, burning, as he rammed even deeper inside of you.

It builded up, and up, and up, eyes half close, you kept on staring at him as your climax got stronger, your voice got higher and then it exploded. White danced before your eyes, beautiful ecstasy of pure pleasure as the orgasm washed over you.

“Fuuuucking good girl… Feels so good, sweet little pussy… so wet and warm…”

You could hear Jensen praise you. Feel him give a couple of more rough thrusts in you that stuck you even more to the wall. You could hear him groaning as he spilled inside of you, you could feel his hands squeezing your flesh, leaving his imprints on your person. It would bruise, that’s for sure

You could hear and feel all that.

But all of your attention was on him watching.

“Fucking hell, you were right, she does have that kind of dirty mind.”

It was one of those orgasms with the aftermath of a warm blanket. Head fuzzy like cotton and body soft like a tissue. The only reason you were still standing up was because Jensen was still buried deep inside of you. 

So it took you a few seconds to remember where you were, who was with you and… What Jensen said.

“Told ya mate. Your girl had that glint in her eyes I rarely see in people. She’s a naughty one.”

Your head was still turned to the side, so you could see him walk closer. And closer. Until he was right next to you.

A smirk was stretching his lips, dark eyes now shamelessly roaming your body. For a moment you were sure you had Billy Butcher in front of you. “Karl…” It came out like a beg, like a moan, like a whore asking for more.

“What is it, luv?”

Jensen pulled out of you, and you struggled to stay up to finally fall on the ground. Your boyfriend didn’t really let you fall on your knees, he helped you settle down in front of him. His co-star. Karl Urban.

“She’s been such a brat today,” you could hear Jensen zipping up his pants. “But in the end, she was so good…” His big hand patted your head, and you looked up at him with big, surprised eyes.

It wasn’t a secret how you felt about Karl Urban. You were kind of a long suffering Lord of the Rings fan, and when you learned your boyfriend would be playing with him in The Boys, you were a bit too over excited and overjoyed to meet him. It was the first time Jensen got very jealous, and you felt that one for days. But to think he would actually let that happen? You questioned him again with your eyes, still unsure, asking permission, asking if it wasn’t perhaps a dream.

“They’re waiting for you on set for your scenes,” Karl murmured, his eyes not leaving you. But you didn’t dare look at him, not until you had Jensen’s permission.

“Perfect.” A big, loving smile stretched his lips. “I’ll be right back when I’m done. Take care of her.”

Like that, Jensen walked away.

That was your permission.

Turning your head, you looked at him. The moment your eyes met his, you drowned in his gaze. You literally got lost in his pupils, lost in all the lust bathing in there.

“I think we better be heading inside, luv,” Karl smiled at you as he helped you get up. Your skin burnt at the place he was touching. “Because I promise, you won’t be able to stay quiet.”

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𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 (𝚙𝚝 3)

(Soldier Boy x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : When Ben comes across Crimson Countess he also runs into the man that released him from the vault back in Russia. He proposes a deal which Ben has to think about, but Butcher has some information that peeks his interest. Your whereabouts.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : spoilers to the show (Ben’s encounter with Crimson Countess), a little bit of a steamy moment. I think that’s it?

After his encounter with The Legend, Ben knew that his first stop would have to be Crimson Countess. But there was one more piece of information he needed to gather.

He needed to know where you were and he needed to figure out how the Hell he was going to get to you. You were his top priority and he had a feeling Countess would know where to look. He didn’t know if that feeling was right, but it had to be worth some sort of shot.

Soon enough, Ben made it to the shitty little trailer that Countess lived in, but before he could make an advance on the little building, he was confronted. He saw this man’s face before, but from where. But then it clicked and he recognized him.

“You’re the asshole from the lab.”

“That’s right. I’m the one that managed to get you out. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I know you want Countess dead. Don’t worry, Mate, I’m not here to stop ya. She’s right in the trailer for the taking. It can sort of be considered a uh.. a gesture of good faith.” The man said. Ben lifted a brow.

This man meant to tell Ben that he allowed Countess to live just so he could kill her? What the hell was this man trying to get him wrapped up into?

“Good faith for what?”

“Well, I was thinking that you and I could come up to what one would call a… well a team up of sorts.”

“You want me? To team up with you?”

The burly looking man smirked before he reached into his pocket before pulling out a little piece of paper, “We know Countess isn’t the end goal for you.”

Ben didn’t like the sound of this. But he wasn’t about to stand by and take orders from some rookie that thinks he can be won over by Countess’ life being saved.

“Oh yeah, and what do you think my end goal is supposed to be, hmm?”

“A certain retired supe named Quake.” Ben’s jaw tightened for a moment and was about ready to tear this stranger limb from limb if he dared to make a threat against you.

“Now don’t get the wrong idea, Mate. I’m not here to make any threats against you or your little Harlot. This is just another gesture of mine after you take down Countess in there.”

Ben looked at the sheet the man was holding in his hand and he started to think before he spoke again, “I’ve got my own mission, Buddy.”

“Oh we understand. The details can be discussed a bit later, but we need a um… a favor I suppose you could say.”

“Let me handle Countess before I take any favors from the likes of you. If I want that address badly enough, I have my own ways of getting it without having to owe anyone any damned favors.” The man walked over to him anyway before he just handed the paper over.

“Just take the damned paper, Mate. Make your life a little easier. Go in there, do what you need to do, and I’ll even give you a ride to Quake myself.”

Ben thought about it before he reluctantly took the piece of paper from the man he would later learn was named Butcher. He put it into the pocket he had in his uniform pants before he started walking up to Countess’ door.

He has waited so long for this little ‘reunion’ of sorts.

When he walked in, he noticed that his ex girlfriend was bound to a chair. So that was what the man meant by a gesture. They did all the hard work and she sat there so helplessly for him. They were really trying to suck up to him for this little favor they wanted, huh?

“Ben? Is that you?”

Ugh, even her voice made his stomach churn with so many regrets. At one point he even hated to say that he loved her before you came into the picture.

As he stepped further into the light she spoke again, “You look so young.”

“Yeah well.. you don’t.”

Ben could see the fear in the woman’s eyes and oddly enough, it was exhilarating to know that she was fully aware of her mistake. She genuinely thought the Russians could have killed him, “I’m so, so sorry..”

Ben tilted his head as he watched her practically tremble with fear in her seat, “This wasn’t my idea. You have to believe me.”

“How much did the Russians pay you, Sweetheart? Hmm?” The moment she looked away and revealed that they didn’t pay her was crushing oddly enough.

“They didn’t pay you anything? At all?” Still, no eye contact was made as Ben continued to stare at her.

“To think.. at some point I loved you.” He began.

“I know you and I had our ups and downs, but I still held onto the hope that while they tortured me, burned me, injected poison into me that somehow you would be the one that would come and find me again. You were the one I trusted most on the team.”

Then, Countess finally looked back up at Ben and she had this spiteful look in her gaze.

“Love? I didn’t love you. I hated you.” She seethed, leaning forward into her chair,

“Every last one of us hated you. What kind of a woman would love a monster like you?”

The hand that wasn’t holding Ben’s shield tightened into a fist. So that was the true feelings Countess had. There wasn’t even a sibling sort of love or any sense of camaraderie to give them a bond over the years? Everything they had truly meant nothing?

Ben’s eyes darkened and he felt that familiar burning in his chest once more. It was a little less intense then before, but he watched Countess’ eyes widen and she leaned back into the chair as she tried to brace herself. But he was sure nothing could have braced her for a death quite like this.

He released the energy that was building up within him and a blast escaped his chest. Several seconds went by and the light from the energy blast finally dissipated. When he looked in the spot where his former girlfriend sat, he saw nothing but a burnt skeleton in her place. Her home was completely destroyed in the process but of course, it didn’t exactly matter to him.

When he stepped off the remnants of the trailer, he saw some blonde chick staring at him and her eyes started glowing yellow before some lanky looking kid stepped in front of her. He could tell they were starting to have a discussion, and since it didn’t involve him Ben decided to walk away and start his own journey.

As Ben walked, he pulled out the sheet of paper and saw your address. Apparently it’s changed since the last time he saw you. All he knew was that he was one step closer to seeing you again.

“So, Mate. What do you say about that team up?” The man with the accent said and he turned around and stared at him.

“You take me to this address so I know this is really where she is. Then I’ll think about that little favor of yours as far as putting it on my agenda.” Ben said, and luckily for him the two men that were deciding to follow him around for whatever reason knew that this wasn’t up for a negotiation.

Whatever they wanted, they must’ve needed him pretty badly to make sure whatever they were going after gets accomplished.

“Of course. We’ll take you there now. It’s a couple of hours from here though so you’ll be in a cramped car for a while.” The lanky one finally spoke. What did this little kid have anything to do with this?

After a few hours, they pulled up several yards away from some sort of cabin. So this was where you decided to stay? Some cabin in the woods? He supposed it was private enough after all.

While Ben looked out of the window towards the building, he heard Butcher turning in his seat. Ben glanced over and saw that Butcher was handing him yet another sheet of paper. this time it had a phone number on it.

“Take the night to think on it, catch up with that little friend of yours now that you know she’s inside, and call us in the morning.” Ben lifted a brow and took the sheet of paper before he got out of the car. Butcher and Hughie - evidently that was the name of the scrawny kid - backed out and drove off, leaving Ben there.

He started to walk up to your cabin, his heart pounding in his chest and he could even hear it. This felt so surreal and he wasn’t even sure he could knock on the door incase it was just some kind of dream.

As he got closer, Ben realized that you didn’t have any lights on in the house. He carefully walked up to a window and took a look inside. When he did, he caught a glimpse of your little office area. You had a library, he supposed reading could be a good pastime for retirement even if he wasn’t a big reader himself. But what caught his attention was a chest that was sitting beneath your desk.

He could see the top of the chest was open and there were a shit ton of envelopes inside. Who the hell were you supposed to be pen pals with all of this time and who had the time to write like that? He couldn’t be more curious if he tried.

Ben bit his lip as the wheels started turning in his mind as he tried to think of a way to sneak into this room. He reached into his boot and picked up a pocket knife and started to slide it into the window, his attempt to unlock it and let himself in that way. To his surprise, Ben was successful and he opened up the window before proceeding to let himself in. Then he shut the window quietly once more.

When he walked over to the desk and pulled out the chest and set it on top of the desk, he got a closer look at the names on the envelopes. He turned on the lamp on your desk so he could see a bit better and he noticed that every last one of them had his name on them.

“She wrote letters?” He asked himself, mostly in a hushed tone. Then he noticed the fact that each envelope had been dated from 1984 to just this morning.

He took one of the letters and noticed the date as September 19, 2001. One of his birthdays over the years. As he opened it up, he saw your beautiful handwriting and he smiled to himself as he began to read.

Happy birthday my Ben!

Today would be your 82nd birthday. I know I’m not that far behind you. We’re both a couple of oldies, huh? It’s crazy how much times have changed here and I wish I could hear your thoughts on it.

I know for sure you would be opinionated on the attacks on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon couple of days ago. I know you would want to be one of the first ones there to set the terrorists straight. Honestly I think you would hate what this world has come to anyway. You missed out on the Y2K movement at the turn of the millennium. Technology is really advancing and it’s honestly really scary. And we thought Vought’s tech was getting out of hand. People even have little computers they can take into their homes now, phones aren’t attached to the walls anymore like what we had growing up. People can carry their phones in their pockets now. That’s crazy to me!

I miss you so much, Ben. It never gets easier celebrating your birthday since everyone thinks your dead. I know that I should to, but I can’t for whatever reason. There’s a lot of conspiracy theorists that think you’re alive but those are few and far between. Unfortunately not a lot of them know who you are anymore. We have a new generation of supe fans and the old school supes are either dying off or they’re retiring and getting forgotten. The only supe you may recognize that’s active on the field would probably be Black Noir.

But anyway.. Not much is really happening. I’m watching a couple of your old movies today before I might go grocery shopping. Maybe I’ll pick up a few more envelopes. I’m running low on some supplies for these silly letters.

I love you, Ben. You’ll always have my heart.

Your Y/N.

Ben couldn’t help but feel this warmth in his heart, and it wasn’t one of those energy blasts getting ready. He folded up the piece of paper and put it back into the envelope and looked through some more of the envelopes.

Then he pulled another one out, this one was dated for January 19, 2020.

Well, Ben, I think human society will be coming to an end soon.

No it’s not the reason one would think. Apparently this virus called Covid has hit the country and everyone is supposed to be quarantined. It’s not that big of a deal for me because I’m alone anyways. But I was doing some online shopping to stock up on some things and I found out that stores are selling out of toilet paper of all things!

People get too hysterical. But maybe I shouldn’t talk too much about that since I’m a supe and don’t have the luxury of suffering from a virus like that. The people without our abilities and immune systems are suffering a lot though. It’s kind of hard to see the decline of everything.

It’s moments like this where I’m sort of glad that you’re not here to witness this madness. I really hope things will get better though. I don’t know if it will. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Y/N

There was even a virus? How bad was that? From what you said in your letter, it sounded like a national problem, maybe even global. Times really had changed a lot and he couldn’t believe just how much he had missed. All of this information just from reading two of your letters.

Honestly, he was glad you wrote these letters. It gave him something he could use to catch up on a lot of things that have happened over these past few decades. What made it even better was that it was from your own point of view. And if he could, Ben would spend all night reading each one of your letters.

It was so thoughtful to know that you did this. That you didn’t give up hope on him and that you would write to him as if he were still there able to read every word.

Just as Ben was about to grab another letter to read, he heard footsteps coming down from the hall and then there was the sound of a switch. When he looked over he saw that there was a hall light on and saw the most beautiful woman in the world standing in the doorway.

You looked just as beautiful as the day he left you for Nicaragua. It was like you hadn’t aged a single day either.

You were standing there in your grey ish silk robe that reached down to the floor. Around your neck he recognized the chain of the necklace he gave you all those years ago. He was amazed that you still wore it around your beautiful little neck. Your hair framed your face perfectly, as if you hadn’t even gone to sleep just yet.

He could see the disbelief in your eyes as he carefully took a step forward towards you.

You stood there completely stunned. You thought you had heard a noise a few minutes ago as you were getting ready to try and sleep but the feeling was too unsettling. You were glad you had gotten out of bed and walked down the hall because when you noticed the light in your office was turned on, you were shocked at who was in front of you.

You swore that your eyes were deceiving you. This had to be some sort of dream. But you don’t remember actually being able to fall asleep that night. But what you believed you were seeing was Ben, alive and well and in his uniform. He looked like he hadn’t aged a day, much like you hadn’t aged.

“Ben? Is… Is that you?” You breathed out as he started to walk towards you.

“It’s really me, Sweetheart.”

Hearing his voice again made your eyes well up with tears. After so many years you never knew when you would possibly be able to hear his voice or even see him again, but Ben was really there standing in front of you! You could hardly believe it!

You ran into his arms and he lifted you up effortlessly and spun you around. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his neck. His hands were beneath your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his waist to keep you steady but he was able to use one hand to cradle the back of your head. You must’ve been trembling since he started to mutter sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s really me, Love. I’m not leaving like that ever again. Not for Vought, not for anyone.” He reassured you, but you didn’t really care about that right now. You were too caught up in enjoying his embrace.

You slowly pulled away from his neck so you could get a better look at him. Gently moving a strand of hair away from his face, you admired every little feature of his face. You thought you would never be able to see him again or be this close to him again. As you moved one of your arms to place a hand on his bearded face, you leaned in and gently smashed your lips against his. You hadn’t realized just how many emotions you were holding in at the moment as you felt warm tears streaming down your cheeks. Tears of joy, happiness, so much relief, confusion, and other emotions that you couldn’t exactly describe in that moment.

Ben kissed you back instantly and he could feel one of your hands going to the back of his neck and your fingernails found the bottom of his scalp, the gentle scratch as you ran your fingers through his hair caused a chill shoot through his spine as the kiss started to grow more heated and passionate. He’s longed for this closeness for so long, even before he was shipped out of the country. He’s missed you and everything about you.

The moment your lips parted, Ben instantly wanted more of your kisses but you started to speak again.

“Where’ve you been all this time? How did you make it back?” You asked breathlessly as Ben lifted a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

“I’ll tell you all about it later. I had some business to take care of before I was able to see you.”

“What business was that?”

“Countess…” He trailed off, making you lift a brow. “Originally when I was supposed to come back with the others I was going to break things off with her. Granted it’s several years later but I still needed to have a conversation with her.”

The expression on your face told Ben you must’ve been a little skeptical about the ‘how’ everything transpired and maybe she speculated he had more than just a conversation to end things. But he could always tell you later.

“I promise… I’ll answer any questions you have later. The important thing is, I’m back and I’m here with you again and Countess is permanently out of the picture.” That beautiful smile you had returned on your face and Ben leaned down to kiss you again but you pulled away, confusing Soldier Boy.

“Set me down.” You whispered and got out of his grasp. Then you took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his before Ben realized he was following you through the house and he made it to your bedroom.

Once he was in the room you shut the door and Ben looked down at you. The next thing he knew, Ben was sitting down on the edge of your mattress and he watched you took off your robe. You were wearing just a regular set of pajamas, a loose fitting black silk tank top and some matching shorts to go with it but you were still so unbelievably gorgeous.

He took your hand he gently pulled you close and you sat down, straddling his lap. He could feel your delicate hands on his chest and he lifted a hand to touch your sweet face, letting his thumb gently caress your bottom lip. He could feel how warm your cheeks got at such a simple action, and he lied the way you seemed to react to his touch. Then, Ben leaned in to kiss you once more.

The warmth of his lips sent a fire inside of you as Ben continued to deepen the kiss. You could feel his tongue over your mouth and you parted your lips for him. An involuntary little noise escaped you from his kiss. You started to feel a little light headed with the way he seemed to consume you in the moment.

But the moment Ben parted your lips, he lifted you up and turned the both of you around so you were on your back. The actions caused you to let out a giggle. You didn’t know why you laughed, maybe it was because both of you were eager, maybe it was still the fact that everything was still so surreal for you. Ben didn’t seem to mind the laughter because he was smiling at you when you looked up at him.

You reached up and pulled him down for another kiss and he placed a soft kiss on your lips before he started letting his lips work their way down your neck. You could feel his beard tickling your sensitive skin but you didn’t mind. You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of his touch as you let your hand go to the back of his head, fingers getting tangled in his hair.

Ben smiled against your skin when he felt your hands in his hair again. He reached down and moved one of your thighs and you instinctively hooked it around his waist as he settled between your legs. Then he let his hand run up your thighs, loving how soft your skin felt beneath his fingertips. He could feel the way your body seemed to grow hot with his touch and he loved it.

But just as things were starting to get good, things were interrupted.

Both you and Ben could hear some sort of ruckus outside and Ben lifted his head from your neck, “Son of a bitch, what the hell is that?”

You were definitely frustrated that you were interrupted too, but you wondered more about what could be outside. How were you found? You had a feeling that whatever was outside couldn’t exactly be good news.

You and Ben both got out of bed and started making your way to the living room and you walked towards one of the windows and you saw Black Noir standing with Queen Maeve. You could faintly hear Queen Maeve talking about something.

“I still don’t get why Homelander wants us to check this out. Is he really that paranoid about Starlight? They’re supposed to be the world’s number one couple aren’t they?” You could hear Maeve say, but not to anyone’s surprise Noir didn’t answer.

Still, it was enough for your eyes to widen. Homelander and the Seven knew where you were now? Why the hell did they come to your door? How did you get wrapped up this mess? Just by some sort of minor association with that Butcher fellow and his little group?

“Noir…” You heard Ben speak.

When you looked over at him, you could tell he was angry. What the hell happened in Nicaragua? You turned to him and put a hand on his chest.

“They can’t possibly know you’re alive. They want me because of some group that stopped by a few days ago. Just stay here before you get yourself in trouble again.” You pleaded.

“You don’t understand. Noir was a part of it some how. I need to go out there and-“

“Ben, I don’t know what you’re planning. I don’t know how you plan on doing it. But you need to do things right and right now that means listening to me before you wind up somewhere that you don’t need to be. I’m not losing you for another several decades.”

Ben’s jaw tightened and he hated when you got stubborn like this. But you were right. He supposed the logical thing to do at the moment was lie low before he found out where the rest of his former teammates resided. And Butcher… maybe he knew more than he was leading on.

Before Ben knew it, you were walking out your front door to confront the two supes.

“Hi there. Is there something the two of you need this late at night?” You asked, not really that scared to face them head on. If it was just a conversation, you could handle it.

“O-Oh. Quake. We didn’t realize that you were still awake.” Queen Maeve said, almost like a teen who’s plans to sneak out got foiled.

“Yeah, you both are interrupting a good book I was reading before I was alerted you were out here. Now what do you want?”

“Noir and I just wanted to know if you were visited by a man named William Butcher and his friends, and if you happened to know anything about Soldier Boy.”

“Soldier Boy’s dead, remember? You know just about as much as I do.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Quake, we know Starlight found your address. There was an explosion where Crimson Countess lived and when servailence was checked, it caused us to have the belief that Soldier Boy is alive. We have reason to believe he may be here and we just want to talk to him.” Queen Maeve said and your eyes darkened.

You knew Starlight was sweet and all when she sent you that photo of Ben, but you should have known she was naive and she’d get caught eventually.

“I told you, I don’t know anything. Now I think you should leave.” You said, your tone growing more stern.

“We just need to see if Soldier Boy is here then we’ll get out of your hair.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that both of them were unwilling to listen, then you raised your hand forward. The earth beneath you began to shake and then, from the ground, rose a wall of rock and dirt. You made a pushing motion with your hand and the wall went forward, pushing Queen Maeve and Black Noir back until they hit a couple of trees in the woods.

You were just glad you had plenty of acreage with nothing on it so you could use the ground as much as you needed to for self defense.

Anyway, you raised your hands again and took the patch of ground that Black Noir and Queen Maeve were on, lifting both of them up on their own personal island before you practically flung them several miles back from where they came from.

After all, they’re supers. They’ve survived worse. You just wanted them away from your home, not dead.

You shut the door behind you and walked past Ben who must’ve seen the whole thing through the window.

“Why’d you through them across all creation like that?” He asked, trying to joke with you, but you weren’t exactly in the joking mood anymore.

“What the hell did you do to Countess? They said there was some kind of explosions? They want to know where you are and now they may want to kill you.” You said as you started looking for your suitcases.

Ben sighed for a moment before he started telling you everything from his point of view.

“Countess and my team members stabbed me in the back. They tried to get me killed and the Russians took me. They were trying to figure out what could kill me and somehow in the process, I got new abilities that results in these energy blasts like the explosion at Countess’ place. She’s dead.”

“Holy-fucking-Hell, Ben! You can’t just go and blow people up like that! Do you realize that there’s cameras practically all over the place? No wonder they found you!” You exclaimed as you started packing up your things.

“Look, I’m still new to this whole technology-is-everywhere concept, alright? She lived in a damned trailer, I didn’t think it would get that much attention.” He told you and you sighed.

“Why are you packing up everything?” Ben asked you as he watched you moving about.

“Because my house is known to Vought now? And since I was uncooperative with those two supes, it’s only a matter of time before Homelander tries to take a shot at me and I don’t feel like dealing with his bullshit. I’ve got to figure out some other place to go. Not to mention the fact that I helped out Grace whenever I retired. She doesn’t have a good reputation with them either. They know William Butcher and his friends came to my house asking some questions because I think they want to take down Homelander once and for all, naturally Vought’s not going to like that. I’ll have to go into hiding all over again until I figure out where to go.”

Ben frowned at the way you were rambling but he supposed he could understand where you’re coming from. He watched you head to your office to grab something before he reached out and took your arm to get you to stop moving around so frantically.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Haven’t I always made sure you were safe from Vought after your little endeavors in retirement?” He reminded you and you let out a sigh as he pulled you into his embrace. He laid his head on top of yours, hating that you were suddenly stressed out about this mess.

“You did…”

“And what makes you think I won’t help you now? That William Butcher guy, he came to me wanting my help. He was the one that basically put Countess on a silver platter for me and he lead me to you. He probably wants the same things you do.” He said.

“Let me call Butcher. If he’s really as much trouble as this Homelander guy as you say he is, and he still hasn’t gotten caught? Maybe I can do that little favor he needs me to and we’ll figure out a plan from there.” He insisted.

“I don’t know.. what if the supes take you again or if someone double crosses you?”

“I’ll just have to kill them before they can try.”

“That’s really not comforting…”

Ben smiled a little before he placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Nothing’s going to happen to me. Once we get everything we need to settles, you and I can find some place to go. Hell we can travel out of the country if we wanted to and find some nice place to spend the rest of our lives.”

“That’s… a little bit better I guess. Gives me something positive to think about.”

“That’s better… now, why don’t I make a call to Butcher then we can get whatever you need all packed.” He insisted and you nodded against his chest.

“Ben?”

“Yes, Sweetheart?”

“I’ve missed you. Really missed you.”

Ben lifted his head from the hop of yours and he looked down at you. He could see so much worry on your face after everything that’s just happened. It was such a contrast from how happy you were moments ago and he hated how quickly things seemed to change.

“I’ve missed you too, Sweetheart. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You smiled softly before you carefully pulled him down by the neck and planted a soft little kiss on his lips before pulling away from his embrace.

“Give Butcher a call. We may not have that much time.”

Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed part three of this story! There will be more to come soon 🥰

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[fandom-chic]

Dance For Me

Summary: You're a stripper at a stip club in the 80s. When Soldier Boy walks in that night, you cannot help yourself but say hello.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Warning: Smut

It was a slow night, to say the least. What did you expect? It was a Wednesday night in the middle of the winter; what lonely men would want a lap dance at this time of the week? You put another layer of lipstick on as you check yourself out in the mirror. You were hot; you knew that as you adjusted your bikini. You fluffed your hair a bit before taking a peek at the polaroid stuck on the edge of the vanity. There smiling back at you were your husband and your daughter. You remember that day being a really good day. You three had spent the afternoon at the park down the street from your quaint home. It was her first time going down a slide, and the smile on her face as you two slid down together was an image that would hopefully never leave your mind.

You smile as you let your fingertip tap her sweet little face. You would do anything for her, which is why you were here rather than at home. After your husband lost his job and he began drinking, this seemed like the most lucrative option. When you came home early in the morning, you both pretended you weren’t coming home from a night dancing on men that weren’t him. You would give him a swift kiss on the cheek before going to sleep.

You take a deep sigh before getting up, ready for another night of dancing for assholes that didn’t deserve to look at you. You step out to perform your set to see the club is a bit busier than the usual weekday. True, you noticed the usuals strewn about the club, but you also saw a smaller group of men you didn’t recognize. Out-of-towners, the best way to make a quick buck. 

You slowly stride up to the group. There are three of them, but one specifically grabs your attention. It wasn’t the fact that he was handsome, but instead, he already had his eyes on you. So, as you approached, you kept eye contact with him as your heels clacked on the ground. Finally, you were in front of the men, giving your sexy eyes.

“You boys look like you could use a dance.” You say in a voice like honey. One of the men looks like he is about to say something, but the handsome one interrupts.

“Why don’t you give us a show, beautiful.” You let your eyes linger on him before he pulls out a wad of cash. “I’ll make it worth your while.” You tried not to let your eyes widen when you saw the money. That was more money than you made in a week of dancing. You snap back to your seductress persona before approaching the man. You lean down and put both hands on either side of his chair.

“Then get ready for a good time.” And at that, you began your dance. You moved from the handsome man to the one to the left, moving your hips and pushing your breasts forward. The music was a sensual beat that allowed you to grind into the rhythm. You get closer to him and turn around, moving your ass for this stranger. It was then the other man’s turn. You skip the handsome man and go to the man to his right. You change up your moves, letting your hips slide toward him, and your face contort, making him imagine that it was him touching you.

Finally, it was the handsome man’s turn. When you got up to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair graced his forehead and the way his stubble sat perfectly on his cheeks. There was a familiarity to it. Nerves started to bundle in your stomach as you feel yourself stand over him.

“Hey, big boy.” You say with a smirk as you begin to move your hips.

“It’s Soldier Boy to you, doll.” And that’s how you knew who he was. You lean forward, letting your face get close to his.

“Then get ready for a good time, Soldier Boy.” Before you could start, you felt a hand on your waist, and you froze. Patrons weren’t supposed to touch. 

“Actually,” He smirked at his friends, “I was hoping I could get you in the champagne room.” The nerves stayed as you knew exactly what he was asking. He wanted a private dance, but the way he was looking at you said he wanted a bit more than that. But you couldn’t say no. Your little girl needed you. So you smile and nod.

“Right this way.” He gets up and follows your footsteps to the back of the club. There was one room there that was for VIPs. With Soldier Boy and his request, he was most definitely a VIP. You open the door, and he shuts it behind you, locking it. You turn toward him and notice how small the champagne room is for the first time since you started work. Not tiny, but small enough that you would be doing your dance on top of him. He takes a seat on the couch in the middle of the room as the next song begins to play. 

“So what’s a handsome guy like you doing here?” You ask as you begin to dance. His hands make their way behind his head as he watches you.

“Just wanted to look at some beautiful girls, and I think I found the most beautiful one here.” You could tell this was a line he had used before by how easily it slipped off his tongue. 

“I’m surprised you're not at home with a hot thing.” You say as you slowly undo the straps of your top. You let the ribbon come undone as you slowly expose yourself. He does not break eye contact with your chest until you are fully exposed. 

“Well, I wouldn’t get this kind of performance at home, would I?” You smirk as you approach him, getting on his lap. “So what’s a nice girl like you doing here? You don’t look like you belong in here.” Now that’s a question you don’t get often. You try not to stiffen as you dance on top of him.

“My daughter is why I do this.” You say hesitantly, “My husband doesn’t work anymore, and I gotta feed her.” You look down at him to see his eyebrow raised.

“Husband? I can’t imagine he likes you coming here and dancing on cocks.” You liked the way he said that. It made you want to sit on the hardness forming in his pants.

“When he starts making a paycheck, he can have an argument. Besides,” You feel yourself getting closer to his dick, “I wouldn't be able to meet a guy like you, right, Soldier Boy?” At that, you feel a hand touch your lower back. You don’t shudder away from it. He smiles as his other hand makes its way to you before moving both of them down to your ass. You gasp lightly as you lower yourself on top of his clothed cock, rubbing against it. He moans out a lovely sound, his eyes closing and his head leaning back. Your hands make their home on his shoulders, grinding against his cock as he lifts his head up.

“How much can I pay you to fuck me?” This was a question you got here and there, but you had never said an amount they could pay. Tonight, you had a feeling this wasn’t the case. You lean down to his ear and whisper:

“Just fuck me, Soldier Boy.” It surprised you when you said it, but you wanted him. You get off of him and remove the rest of your top before slowly sliding off your lace panties. All you had left were your heels. You leaned down to take them off, but he interjected.

“Leave those on and get over here.” At that, you approach. Before you could make your way over, he pulls you onto his lap, and his mouth is on yours. You hadn’t been kissed like this in years. He kissed you with a hunger that satiated you. You let your tongue slide into his mouth as you moved your hips on top of him, grinding against his hard body. His hands trail down your body, trying to grace every crevice of your body. 

You separate your lips from him before commanding, “Take off your clothes.” He smirks, and you get off of him as begins tearing off his uniform. It comes off quickly, and you help pull the shirt over his head. With his shoes and pants off, all that was left now was his cock. Judging from the bulge in his boxers, you were not going to be disappointed. Finally, he lowers his boxers to reveal himself completely. You smirk as you slowly walk up to him. He meets you in the middle of the room. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, sweetheart; you’re gonna wish I was back every day.” Instead of responding, you kiss him. Your hands rest on either side of his face, his stubble scratching your palms. You feel his hands slide down your body until they’re on your ass. He pulls you off the ground, and you wrap both your legs around him. You take a hand off his cheek and let it trail down his chest until you reach his hard cock. You could feel it pulsing lightly in your hand, wanting you as much as you wanted him. You give it a pump before positioning it right at your entrance. He tries to push in, and you pull away slightly, giving him a cheeky smile. You slide down on him, only allowing the tip to enter you. He groans, trying to push you further down. At that, you take him out of you. He looks frustrated as you position him at your entrance again. 

You lean up to his ear and whisper, “Someone doesn’t like getting teased.” He gives a dark chuckle.

“Baby, I just wanna make you feel so good.” The huskiness to his voice broke any patience you had for foreplay. You take him in your hand again, position him at your entrance and let him slide himself in. You both let out a moan as he puts his full length inside of you. He was big, and he stretched you out in all the right ways. You throw your head back as he holds you, bouncing you on him like you were his sex toy. He manhandled you in a way you needed, it was a way that made you feel like a woman, and holy shit, did that turn you on. 

You whip your head back to look at him, and that was not a mistake. He looked like he had found his own piece of heaven, and it was inside of you. With each thrust, his face contorted into a beautiful image you want to keep in your mind forever. He then walks over to the wall, placing you against it. He takes this moment to pull your face to his, placing sloppy kisses along your jawline and then up to your lips. You didn’t care that you probably wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow; he felt so damn good. Your toes curled as you felt yourself getting closer. You let out a gasp; he knew what that meant. He takes the hand he’s not using to support you against the wall to lightly rub circles around your clit. They were small and deliberate and exactly what you needed. You could feel a heat starting to rush over you.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” You moan as you feel his pace quicken. You cannot help but stare into his eyes as you let him ravish you with a few more thrusts. Finally, he slows to a stop. You both stand there, taking deep breaths as he leans his head against your chest. You can still feel his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out. He slowly puts you back on the ground before going to grab his clothes. You both dress in silence as you ponder the morality of this decision, and he is probably thinking about which stripper he’ll sleep with next. As you finish tying off your bikini, you notice something drop in front of you.

“Have a good night, sweetheart,” He says before leaving you with a wad of cash that will feed your daughter for the next few months. 

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[klaydiaries]

To be continued??? TO BE CONTINUED!!!

What do you mean ackles???

#jensen ackles #dean #jackles #jensen ross ackles #jensenedit #spn #supernatural #soldier boy #spn season 16 #to be continued #dean and sam #sam winchester #jared padalecki #jensen and jared #ahbl12 #ahbl

[lisaphantasia]

I would like to personally thank The Boys, Kripke, the wardrobe department on The Boys and Jensen Ackles himself for blessing us with this outfit because I don't know why but it just does things to me

The shoulder muscles and the hair go crazy in this outfit...As do I

And don't even get me STARTED on the grey sweatpants...

#jensen ackles #the boys #soldier boy #supernatural #the blue... the long hair... the shoulder muscles #grey sweatpants??? they KNEW what they were doing

[found--family]

jensen knows lore even i didn't know

#jensen deangirl ackles #birthday boy #deancore #for his bday dean winchester got to larp it up i love that for him 😩🫶💝 #8x11

[syrma-sensei]

Dean Winchester, daddy issues.

Soldier Boy/Ben, daddy isssues.

Beau Arlen, a daddy with issues.

Jensen Ackles, sir, I'm spotting a pattern here.

#dean Winchester #soldier boy #supernatural #the boys #beau arlen #big sky #jensen ackles supernatural #jensen ackles #Jensen ackles characters #jensen ackles the boys

[ezzasaurus]

#supernatural #spn #castiel #misha collins #the boys #the boys season 4 #eric kripke #jensen ackles #soldier boy