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zepskies · 1 year

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SOLDIER BOY MASTERLIST

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut) Stories are Soldier Boy x Reader unless otherwise noted.

Checkerboard** You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

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

Love Actually** Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 - Complete

Strong As Blood** After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out?

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete

Until Morning A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

Green** Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

Calculated Risks You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.

Break Me Down**

You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them.

Series Complete

Wake Me Up** - COMING MAY 5/03! A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Soldier Boy & Halloween 🎃😈 What would Soldier Boy be like on Halloween with his girlfriend?

Repaying Soldier Boy for a job well done. 😏 How he would react to his girlfriend randomly slapping his ass.

Ben gets a little payback. 😌 How you react to your boyfriend randomly slapping you on the ass.

Taking Ben to a 90's themed club.** 🕺🏻 He doesn't want to go, but you encourage him to "loosen up."

Getting jealous.** 💚 Ben needs new clothes, but the shop girls think your boyfriend is fair game. (BMD-verse)

Ben’s reaction to his girlfriend on her period.❣️ How he takes care of you. (BMD-verse)

Playing with Soldier Boy's hair. 🧔🏻 This "head"-canon includes soft!Ben.

Soldier Boy dating a supe with siren abilities. 🧜‍♀️ He underestimates you. You give him a reason to think twice.

The way you love Ben's hands.** 👌🏼 Headcanon includes comparing hand sizes, Tarzan & Jane-style.

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to seeing your breast reduction scars. ❤️‍🩹

Ben loses you. 💔 Includes a "twist" ending... (BMD-verse)

Talk to Me 💞 In the wake of his vivid nightmare, you confront Ben about his fears and get him to open up. [Sequel to "Ben loses you."] (BMD-verse)

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would make up for pissing you off. 😤

Sample the Menu 🤤 What happens when you interrupt Ben while he's cooking?

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you teasing him under the table. 😉

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you getting "morning" sickness during pregnancy. 🤢

Soldier Boy getting jealous... 💚🇫🇷 Of your past relationship with Frenchie.

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fandom-chic · 2 years

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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 · 2 years

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Imagine you being the first person Soldier Boy goes after when he breaks out (Part 2)

Part 1. Soldier Boy x reader imagine after gif :)

“I missed you.”

Words that unveil the false martyr's marmoreal, simple words that undo his pose, making his masquers dissipate and his altar become just a lonely precipice. They take off his metaphorical cape and leave him naked of anything besides what he is; a person wrapped with just a human skin, begging to be touched tenderly.

Ben is no superhero like this, he's just a man. And Soldier Boy is no soldier like this, he's just a boy.

Therefore, you dare you come closer, to let your rationality in your pocket and touch him gently. Show him that's hands do not only bring violence.

“I missed you so much.”

SMACK.

Answer comes with a muffled noise, your back hitting the wall as a groan leaves your lips. Of course, he just knew how to answer love with brutality. He always fucked like he fought.

Soldier Boy's body is pressed against yours, his hands pinning your arms up your head. He wanted to make you feel surrounded on all sides, like a dear in hunting season. How could he act like this before years a part?! That's now how you fantasied this moment, where is all your sweet heart-lighted moments that delusion sold you?

His eyes emerald eyes hide the most wondrous forests, all that ferociousness and beauty of nature. There are no tears, not a glimpse of a sadness, even though you know that was his company for longer than you or any teammate.

His breathing isn't steady, despite his best efforts to look like he's in control. You can feel his erratic breathing like a new tattoo on your neck, and you bet his heart is racing even quicker.

His mouth darts open, and you close your eyes to enjoy his velvet voice as he speaks: “You betrayed me.”

“What?!” your fury builds up like a forest fire. How dare he to accuse you of that after so much suffering, after crying so many tears you could drown everyone in town with your woe? “Are you fucking crazy?”

He pushed you further against the wall. “You sold me to the Russians, you b—”

You didn't miss a second before placing your leg between his, purposely pressing against his crotch as a silent threat. No matter which time, Ben was always frightening to get his little friend hurt, a fucking slut. This always guarantee you advantage when the argument got heated.

“Open your stupid mouth one more time and call me that, I dare you.” you advised him, feeling his cock got semi-eretic. “Awe, little soldier still gets worked up when a girl tells him to get his head out of his ass, you fucking asshole?”

“Shut the fuck up. you know what I'm talking about!” He punched the spot near your head. You didn't blink, you didn't give him the satisfaction. His fist was closed as he glanced into yours eyes. “I loved you, and you sold me to the reds.”

“You loved to fuck me because I looked young enough to make you look good on tv, and old enough to be legal.” you spitted out. Your twisted relationship with him was always like this: fight and fuck, almost kill each other and suddenly a declaration of endless love. Drafting away just to be put together in no time. You two were a Roma ruin that devote kept building, but that kept falling back into pieces. So beautiful, so aching. A hoax of true love, as anything related to super. “If you loved me, you wouldn't think I betrayed you for fucking Russians. I'm more into English boys.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?” good ol' jealous always kept Soldier Boy on the line. All he ever craved was to thrive as #1 and make a home there. He wanted to be adored, and was terrified of people just deciding not to. Others needed food like he needed attention at all time. “You're mine, Y/N. Don't you joke about that.”

His jaw clenched as you observe him like a caveman does to the stars: marveled, scared, crazy for more. You missed him so much, even his untamed brutality dissipating into passion. It hurt so good when he was like this... You couldn't wait to maim him back.

You wouldn't just sit back and let him do whatever he wanted to you. You would strike back, always. You were trapped in that vicious circle, but you weren't gonna run alone in that hamster's wheel. You both would be the end of each other, simply because every action demanded a reaction. He could attack you all he wanted, but you would come at him back.

Soldier Boy taught you that people always forget how you loved them, but never how you hurt them. That's why you should always hit before you kiss.

“I don't know about that, Ben.” you licked your lips, watching how his eyes followed you. “You haven't fucked me in so long. I don't feel like yours anymore.”

He was quiet, although you could notice his body slightly shaking with all those emotions he was so used to translate to violence, like most boys. You knew Ben wouldn't have ears to the mere truth, so you had to be creative to get him to listen to you.

Problematic. Dangerous. Hurtful. Fun. Crazy. That was your cruel savior, and how being with him felt like.

“I don't fuck traitors.” he howled.

“Do I look Russian to you?” you growled back, moving your knee just enough to stroke his hardness slightly. Soldier Boy shut his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Not to mention that no one is a fuck as good as yours, why would I want to leave that?”

“A good fuck, huh?” he wasn't one to demonstrate a lot, but you knew what his questions endorsed. His remained with his eyes closed, as if he was scared to see your face when you answered.

It was good to know you could make him scared as much as he could to you.

“The best fuck,” you weren't giving in so easily. He started to move his hips, attempting to synchronize with your moves. Soldier Boy was dry humping your leg, thinking about how good it would feel to be inside you again. The best pussy he had ever had... Fuck, he could bet you were wet as a slut for him. He couldn't think straight when you behaved like this. “You know better than your paranoia, asshole.”

Did he? You weren't sure. But your Ben often put his dick before anything else, and you knew that one thing would never change: how much of a weak that false god-like being was towards you. Just as much as you were to him.

“I waited for you.” he stated, making you let out a giggle, not believing for a split of second. He surely had missed fucking you. His hand was still a first next to your head, a coward attempt to refrain you. You let your hand slide towards that toxic symbol, holding his wrist to put fist on your cheek— Ben pressed his knuckles there, his breathing becoming more irregular and he finally glanced into your eyes and.

And.

“Everyday. I waited for you everyday.”

His hands relaxes, no longer a fist: just open, like a man who begs to be given something. Which he was, in more ways than others. Soldier Boy puts his hand plastic on your cheek, stroking you so tenderly, almost like a dream. You can't help the lonely tear that paints your face— was it for the gentleness of the scene or all those by tears you were holding back since he showed up at your door like a madman? There's no right answer, both are blue and both hurt before the relief.

Ben tucks his head into your neck, smelling your fragrance as a soldier who clings back home after a war. And your heart breaks, always breaks when he's in the equation. Either because or for him.

“i waited for you all everyday to save me,” he punches the wall against in frustration, but doesn't pull away, his hops don't stop moving. He was always better talking about emotions this way. “They never came. You never came... I could understand them, but you? You were thenlove of my life, you were my war.”

“I still am, Soldier Boy,” you take his hand, sliding it on your skin, following a path that you know he's hungry for. His hand slides into your panties, and he places a kiss on your neck. “See how wet I am for you? I could never betray you.”

He scoffs, “You always get horny when you're scared, Y/N. That's why we always fucked after...”

“I didn't know you were alive.” You put it into words, because you knew he wouldn't stop his neuroses before you did. Two sneaky fingers slide inside you as his thumb presses to your clit and you want to scream, even though he's just starting. That's the touch you've craved for decades, those warm hands dirty with your wetness are where you'd die someday. “I would've come to you. I'd have killed anyone who stood in my way for you. If I knew you were alive, honey. I'd do anything for you.”

He raises his head, eyes locked with yours as he says:

“I... I missed you too.”

Nietzsche said that you should be careful when loving a monster, or else you could become just like him. Perhaps he was right, you certainly see more of a scorpion than s butterfly in you since you fell in love — and this is the actual fall, not the ross-colored version that most people go through. That's a fall with a crash and broken bones that never heal, so you never leave the place you tripped and plopped on, better call it love than see it for what it truly is, codependency or a disease whatever. Love reads better on the headlines, just like Starlander, which was still on the television just a couple steps away.

So yes, he was right about loving monster and becoming a little too much as them. Still, you also turn them like you. When you love a monster, you keep a little of monster inside your chest. Yet, when a monster loves you... When you love a monster like this, you can make him a little human too. Or so you like to believe.

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unpunishablelamb · 2 years

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fluffy soldier boy headcanons?👀

i know he’s a prick but man jensen ackles put me under a spell

this felt weird to ask sorry if it’s weird for you🧍🏻‍♀️

fluffy soldier boy headcanons

i’m so happy i got some request and don’t worry its not weird at all!

hope you like it ♡

-okay first of all remember for how long he was locked away? Yeah he is DEFINITELY touch starved as hell

-he will absolutely be in denial of needing his fair share of cuddles because he doesn’t wanna seem weak

-the only times when he allows to lower his facade of toxic masculinity are with you only

-he loves laying next to you late at night especially after a rough day with butcher..we all know how he can get

-i could imagine soldier boy acts like a big cat when you’re alone with him, he nuzzles his face into your hand when you stroke his hair

-talking about that, please stroke his hair he loves it 100% and if you scratch his scalp and pull his hair just a little he is literally ascending

-he also definitely loves your thighs. he could lay between your legs and use your thighs as a pillow for ages

-he isn’t the most talkative in those moments because he’s worried that whatever he might say seems “weak”

-his favourite way to cuddle with you is probably right before sleeping, he insists on being the big spoon most of the time

-he hugs you in his sleep like a koala, if you have to get up at night to get something to drink or something…yeah well too bad cause you aren’t going no where

Requests are open

#the boys #the boys amazon #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy headcanons #the boys headcanons #jensen ackles

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lilacliquors · 10 months

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Hey could I please request giving soldier boy the silent treatment headcanons pls and ty <33

ben quickly learned that snapping at you when he was frustrated or angry was the worst thing he could do when he realized you hadn't spoken to him since

if he came into the same room you were in, you either ignored him or busied yourself with something nearby, and he was oblivious at first

it was when he asked you a question and you didn't answer like you usually did that he realized what was going on. and boy, did he feel like a jerk

he gave half-assed apologies at first, then they switched to hugs from behind, a small kiss here and there, rubbing your shoulders, anything he could think of

he was really growing desperate to hear you talk to him again, and he knew that the only way to get things back to normal was a real apology

that night, he got takeout (he's a shit cook) and surprised you with your favorite. and you were prepared to say 'thank you', you had cooled off enough, but he cleared his throat to catch your attention

for the first time, he truly apologized. he named what he did, he apologized for hurting your feelings, and he promised to work on himself (whether he does or not remains to be seen)

and he practically breathes a sigh of relief when he hears your voice for the first time all day, and you say 'apology accepted'

#atomwritez #soldier boy headcanons #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Aaaaa it’s so rare to find people who are willing to write for SB, ilysm^^

i was thinking maybe you could write something with hemokinetic!supe!s/o who’s in the seven and is there when Homelander fights Soldier boy in episode 8? ^-^

hi again! here are a couple hcs ... i've never written for soldier boy before but wanted to at least give it a go🫡🥰 I hope you enjoy love !!! Gentle warnings for violence and an innuendo lol.

everyone had heard of you

when everyone was researching about Soldier Boy, you can up countless times. they all knew who you were and they knew that the day he 'died', you died

which honestly, was good for the world. your powers were growing stronger every day and you were starting to become unstable

the boys didn't find you when they found him.

no, no. that was courtesy of Vought themselves who let you out of your chamber wayyy before Soldier Boy

the world was eager to find out that you had somehow survived and not aged which got you right into the Seven

Vought knew that if Soldier Boy ever got out then they would have a double instability on their hands but they never thought he would get out without the proper testing

plus ratings were really bad that year idk. they needed a boost in moral. you were right there.

they told you he died. you mourned him.

you had loved him. it felt like yesterday for you. how could you survive and he couldn't?

you met some of your old team members who you liked just about as much as you remembered....

but you grew accustomed to your world and to the Seven and to Homelander and to your new and improved powers

and then you heard the rumors

he had been let out. he was alive. he was out there and you had never known it

the shock wore off quickly. Homelander and Vought had been actively attempting to not mention anything to you in fear of a mental mishap but you heard the rumors.

you never actually saw him until that day at the party. you hadn't been invited. too many mental issues. but you knew it was happening and you knew that Homelander was going to be there, so you went

you entered mid fight

you could hear and feel the power radiating off of the house. the power was familiar. you knew it was him before you even saw him.

you entered the shaking building and Homelander (who was already losing the fight) started to shake at the sight of you

you'll never forget Soldier Boys face

his eyes were scrunched in anger, his mouth turned in determination and his arms out in fight

and then there was you and then that face had fallen. you had stunned the both of them

just in time for Billy to come in and hit Homelander

you joined the fight because you had no idea what else to do. you were reeling at the sight of your long lost lover

there was a flirting banter during the fight that you had desperately missed

'Awful shot. You hit him right between the eyes. You could've taken one out.'

'I'd like to see you try Soldier.'

when the fight subsided you followed him out and eagerly embraced

he had no qualms with that

something so familiar made him want to smile. though he didn't

he had seen his other friends who had gotten old and ridiculous. but you were almost the same as he had last seen you.

he supposed he had one thing to thank Vought for. You being saved alongside him.

saved may be the wrong word.

not all was lost!

the boys were slightly concerned at this new development. how were they supposed to contain the both of you? they could barely contain him!

at least it helped with emotional regulation and libido on Soldier Boys ends. there was a lot to catch up on.

#i dont condone him but i like homelander so i suppose this could be worse #i like homelander in the babygirl way. not in the i condone his actions way #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy headcanons

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lady-murderess · 1 year

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Very much an "it's my way or the highway" kind of guy

Almost everything is a pissing contest with him. Honey, we love you, but no one cares who you've managed to shag and bag...

The need for attention and to be on top most definitely came from his father and never getting his approval no matter what he did

If something doesn't happen or work out the way he wants, he loses his patience straight away and won't want anything to do with it from then on

He isn't actually a hero, he just thinks he is

Now he's in the modern age, he most definitely is a technophobe. He looks at what classes as a phone these days, and well... it confuses him

He still denies ever having PSTD to this day, he won't ever get help for it. He believes it's pointless and dumb

He wants to be loved, but can't help but go the wrong way about it

He's good at sweet talking... A little too good if you ask me

He can say what he wants, but he thrives off of conflict

He's never truly been happy throughout his life

Fuck is pretty much his favourite word

His morals are... questionable

He sleeps with a light on because the darkness reminds him of being tortured and stuck in that damn chamber for forty odd years

#soldier boy #soldier boy headcanons #ben #the boys #the boys tv #headcanons #lady murderess #writing #fanfiction #amazon prime video #jensen ackles

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softgothsweetheart · 8 months

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Soldier boy likes soft goth girls. I said what I said.

#soldier boy #soldier boy headcanons #the boys

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yandere-writer-momo · 8 days

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Yandere Head Canons:

Love After Death

Yandere Skeleton x Fem Reader

I’m obsessed with Kate Bush’s song ‘Army Dreamers.’ So I decided to write a story about a soldier who died during a war, but he came back to life just to fulfill his promise of coming home to his lover…

There was a Great War many years ago between monsters and humans. A war that took countless innocent lives all due to the human’s greed. A war that took the life of your lover, Zered. Your childhood sweetheart.

Zered was a young sorcerer from the magic tower. A prodigy and pioneer of magic with a heart of gold. He was the man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted to run your fingers through those blonde curls until the two of you were balding and wrinkly. To look into those sea foam eyes until you couldn’t. To press soft kisses against his full lips until your lungs burned. You loved that man more than anything in this world… but the war took him from you.

Zered may have died a hero of the empire, but you couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped its fingers into your heart. Your beloved was no nothing more of a war story. A great sorcerer who was able to take down the dragon enemies to give time for reinforcements to arrive. A war hero. And they couldn’t even bring a single remain of him back to you…

You sighed as you sipped on some homemade ale. Your eyes glanced at the sun’s rays that danced across the hay fields in sorrow. This was the cottage the two of you were going to live in for the rest of your days. The one you’d start a family in that was now cold and empty. It didn’t matter that the sun hit it perfectly each time, Zered wasn’t here.

You rock back and forth in the rocking chair. The birds weren’t singing their melodic tunes like they normally did. Which was odd. Why weren’t the birds singing- you almost screamed when you see a dark figure slink through the meadow towards your cabin. What on earth was an undead doing here?!

You quickly sprang up from your chair and fell over since you were a bit tipsy. Crap. Crap. Crap! You needed to head inside before that creature got to you.

You let out a shrill shriek of terror when the skeleton stood in your porch. Its red eyes stared into your very soul as it tilted its head to the side. Oh god… this was it. This was the end. You were going to be ripped apart by this hideous creature-

You went still when the creature threw itself into your arms as it released weeping noises. The skeleton whined and shook as its arms wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

“H-home. I… home.” The skeleton’s voice was a spin chilling rasp. A small tuft of blonde on its head showed that it was once human.

What did it mean by being home- wait. This cousin possibly be?

“Zered?” You gasped when the skeleton pressed its teeth onto your cheek like it wanted for press a kiss against your cheeks. “Zered, what happened?”

“Home… home.” Zered was barely to rasp out legible words. The skeleton cupped your face in its palms. “Love you… I home.”

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zepskies · 8 months

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Playing with Soldier boys hair headcanons?

Oooh good one, because I have thoughts and feelings about this. 😂

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader Word Count: 300

Headcanon: Playing with Soldier Boy's hair.

You can't help it. You love playing with Ben's hair, as much as he lets you.

Which is often, because he secretly loves it.

Even if he won't admit it, Ben sometimes craves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. In his defense, you have gentle hands.

For you, it's because his hair is soft, and all too "sweepable," and you often brush the strands away from his eyes.

Especially during lazy moments lying in bed, or canoodled on the couch, or even during more intimate moments.

During sex, the brush of your hand through his hair is a simple thing that sometimes draws his eyes to your face, or secretly has him reveling in your softer touch. It's a contrast to his roughness, and sometimes reminds him to be a bit more gentle.

Other times, you'll lay against his chest, letting the rise and fall of his breath move you. And you'll unconsciously reach up to toy with the soft ends of his hair.

Or he'll occasionally allow himself to lay in your lap while you have your way.

For Ben, he's at his most relaxed when he feels the gentle sweep of your fingers -- in his hair, massaging his head, stroking his face or his neck.

It's gotten to the point where you do it almost absently, out of habit.

Sometimes he even falls asleep at your ministrations.

But he's also very aware of your touch. In general, he's all too self-aware when it comes to people touching him, drawing within his personal space. (A consequence of his time in Russia, though he doesn't acknowledge it.)

You don't even realize this, but you're helping him just with your calming touch. It comforts both of you, if in different ways.

Still, it's a small thing that connects you and Ben on a deeper level of intimacy, greater than either of you realize.

AN: 🥹 Ahh, I am soft. I'm such a sap, aren't I? lol

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fandom-chic · 2 years

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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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herstarburststories · 2 years

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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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