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੭୧ . . . soldier boy x female!reader.
ᯓ your encounter with soldier boy at the flatiron building proves he's nothing like his disappointing son, homelander.
warning(s) smut┆smoking┆mild degradation ( towards homelander )┆semi-public sex┆rough sex-ish┆mentions of past relationships┆strong language. 𓇼 so this was meant to be posted days ago… but i got super busy and totally forgot about it. but it's finally up <3 love me some soldier boy every once in awhile too. eighteen plus! adult content | minors do NOT interact.
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you hadn't expected to find soldier boy lounging on butcher's desk, smoke curling from his lips as he took another hit from his joint. the flatiron building was usually empty this time of night, save for butcher who you could hear talking in the other room.
"well. if it isn't america's former sweetheart," soldier boy drawled, his eyes trailing over you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "came to see the brit?"
you shifted your weight, suddenly aware of how alone you were with him. "i needed to discuss some things about homelander."
"that fucking disappointment," he scoffed, taking another drag. "you know, hughie told me about you. america's sweetheart turned rebel. gotta say, that's pretty hot."
the way he said it made heat pool in your stomach. you'd heard stories about soldier boy, about his reputation before payback turned their backs on him, but nothing prepared you for the raw magnetism he exuded. maybe it was because he reminded you of homelander — or rather, homelander reminded you of him. but there was something different about soldier boy. something more primal, more authentic.
"what else did hughie tell you?" you asked, taking a step closer.
soldier boy's lips curved into a smirk. "enough to know that you're wasted on my sorry excuse of a son." he stubbed out the joint and stood up, closing the distance between you in two long strides. "tell me, sweetheart, did he ever make you feel like a real woman?"
your breath hitched as he backed you against the desk, his hands gripping the wooden edge on either side of you. "soldier boy—"
"ben," he corrected, his breath hot against your neck. "my name's ben."
what happened next was a blur of sensations. his lips crashed against yours, tasting of marijuana and whiskey. your hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his suit. he lifted you onto the desk with ease, stuff scattering to the floor.
"fuck butcher and his precious fucking desk," he growled, pushing you back until you were lying flat on the wooden surface. "been wanting to do this since i first heard about you."
your clothes seemed to disappear under his experienced hands, and soon you were bare beneath him. soldier boy took his time, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. "now this is what i call a view," he muttered, his voice rough with desire.
you could hear butcher still on the phone in the next room, his muffled british accent a reminder of where you were. but soldier boy didn't seem to care, and truthfully, neither did you.
he knew exactly how to touch you, where to kiss you, how to make you fall apart. each thrust was calculated, powerful, making you bite your lip to keep from crying out. his experience showed in every movement, every angle he hit perfectly.
"you're all mine," he growled in your ear, his pace relentless. "no other man gets to touch you, look at you, think about you. understood?"
you nodded desperately, your nails digging into his back.
"say it," he demanded, slowing his movements teasingly.
"i'm yours," you gasped, and he rewarded you by picking up his pace again.
the desk creaked beneath you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if butcher would notice the scattered papers, the slightly askew angle of his workspace. but those thoughts disappeared as soldier boy brought you to the edge again and again.
when it was over, he helped you straighten your clothes, a possessive glint in his eyes. "you should come around more often," he said, lighting another joint. "might make these meetings with butcher more interesting."
you couldn't help but smile, even as you heard butcher's footsteps approaching. soldier boy didn't move away from you, if anything he moved closer, making it clear to anyone who walked in exactly what had happened.
from that moment on, everyone knew you belonged to soldier boy. the boys never commented on it directly, but they saw the marks he left on your neck, the way his eyes followed you whenever you were in the room, the possessive hand he kept on your lower back.
and honestly? you wouldn't have it any other way.
When I Get My Hands On You. (Soldier Boy Fic).
Soldier Boy/Ben x F!Reader 18+
Summary: Slight AU + 'Still Awake'. After everything, Vault decides it's better to keep Soldier Boy out of the way instead of putting him back under. Out of the way is a McMansion out of the city, a plot of land, a mountain and all the time in the world. He's got everything he needs, and yet there's still something missing. He figures out what it is very quickly when you show up. What a lucky man he is.
Song This Fic is Based On: Superbad Mantra - JAWNY, Christian Blue.
A/n: I'm so excited to post this fic, it was so much fun to write, and my first time writing for SB. I wrote, and rewrote this fic a couple of times, and this plot + ending just feels right. Let me know what you think. -Kash
Word Count: 3.5k
Tags & Warnings: 18+ Only, Cursing, Ben wanting you BAD, smut, drinking.
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Never in a million fucking years would Ben admit to being tired of it all. The fighting, the anger, the planning, the business of it. But he is. Ben’s tired of fighting. He never wanted to be mixed in with Vault's new affairs. So he’s almost ecstatic when they decide to just keep him hidden in the woods instead of putting him under again. He’s their Golden God, (well he used to be) so their version of hiding him is a red brick Mcmansion 40 minutes outside the city. When he sees it for the first time he gets a wave of –I don't know– peace? Ecstasy maybe at the sight of it.
Let me paint the picture of Ben’s newfound paradise. It’s on about 15 acres of land, surrounded by woods with a little creek tucked inside. When you come down the driveway there are rows of pine trees shading the pathway. To the east there’s a mountain, about a 40 minute hike to get to the base of it and an hour to get to the top. To the west there’s a river, a quarter mile wide and too long for Ben to guess. Big enough for him to fuck off on it for hours and still not see anyone. He gets a dock, a pontoon, plus a couple of trails all to himself.
All on the promise that he stays hidden, & out of the fray.
If we’re being honest right now, even with all of this, Ben told them to fuck off. He isn’t a pet to lock away when he’s not needed, he has–had a life. He deserves a life.
“We can’t guarantee you a life outside of what we’re offering you now, Ben,” Jeremy, Vault's coordinating agent for Soldier Boy says. He’s a weasley looking man, short with neatly parted black hair & wire-framed glasses. They’re standing on the back deck of the house, looking out to the river as the sun starts to set. His suit’s a little too tight, and not at all fitting for the summer heat. He keeps pulling at his tie, and dabbing his forehead with his pocket hankie. “All we’re asking is that you remain here for now, and once we’re able to settle our affairs and guarantee you a position without ..” He trails off.
Ben already knows. “Yeah,” He’s annoyed. “ Once you can get my sperm mutant under control, I get it.” He nods, and mulls over the thought for a moment, taking a good look at the property. It’s honestly, truly, not a bad deal. He’s just pissy because—“I’m not stayin’ here without getting high, Johnny.” he says matter of factly.
Jeremy doesn’t even miss a beat, he’s nodding immediately. “Understood, Vault is very aware of your extracurricular activities and we’ve already supplied you with a month’s worth of—”
“I’m gonna need more.” Jesus let him finish.
“Yes, sir,” Jeremy wipes the sweat from the back of his neck, and pulls a phone out of his pocket. “We have a delivery guy coming once a week with groceries, as well as anything else you may need. Just text this number with your list and we’ll send him over asap.” He hands Ben the phone and motions out to the water. “This is a great offer, Ben. No other Superhero is getting a set up like this, unlimited food, wifi, a boat—”
“It’s a pontoon.”
He ignores him. “And enough weed, coke, and whateverthehell else to kill all of Manhattan if you want it.” He locks eyes with Ben, smiles, & It’s quite frankly almost eerie. “Just stay here and let us handle the rest.”
He sits on it for about 10 seconds, before nodding and turning the phone over in his hands.
“How long?”
And that’s just the least of it.
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About a month into it, Ben starts to get a little….restless. Yeah, sure, that’s the word for it. He’s content with the land, and the food, and the drugs, and has even started a little garden. It’s not huge, but he’s already gotten a few sprouts from his potatoes, so that’s something.
However, he’s still Ben. Still Soldier Boy. Still a man of needs, and cravings like he’s always been. Only now it’s panged with something like loneliness. Maybe that’s all it is. Maybe it’s the memories of his old life, and how everyone he loved turned against him. He was a son of a bitch, so maybe he deserved it. Whatever, anyways—
It’s a tuesday night when he finally hits fuck it territory. He’s been watching porn for three hours, and is–honest to God–tired of his hand & a screen. He swipes out of PornHub, and looks up the nearest Gentleman's club outside of the city. Because that’s what he is, a gentleman.
He gets dressed and walks two hours into a small town and makes a beeline for ‘Synn’. It’s a ‘not too shabby’, but shabby, looking gentlemans club on the east side of town, right off the highway. It’s a one story concrete building with tinted windows, & nondescript except for the giant neon purple sign outside. ‘Synn Gentlemen's Club’ it reads, with the silhouette of a woman next to it. The inside does it a little more justice. It’s got dark purple walls, and an honestly very well stocked bar all on a landing, plus a few tables and chairs. The floor is scattered with stains, and the walls have a faint smell of cigarettes. The rest of the club is almost like one giant conversation pit, with stairs leading down to the main floor, & two main stages right in the middle of the room. Both stages have mirrors at the back of them, so wherever you are in the club you can get a view. God does he love the view.
Ben loves women. I don’t know if you know that, actually I know you don’t know that, but he does. The way women talk, the way they walk, move their hips, their lips, their touch, their smell, their taste. Fuck, he loves the taste. He’s a bit more partial to older women, but lately he’s bent his own rules. Twenty-four is the youngest he’ll go, and even then it’s…iffy. Maturity is a big thing for him.
Here he’s happy to bend his rule to accommodate. He sits in a darker corner, his hat pulled low, and just enjoys the show. An hour, and nine beers in, & He’s gained just enough confidence to catch eyes with one of the girls in the club. She’s pretty, not exactly his type, but pretty. Long blonde hair, and a tiny sparkly pink one piece that barely hides anything.
Believe it or not he’s shy. Tonight Ben’s shy. Only because he’s sure he’s toeing the line right now being here, but he's feeling more hands on, so when she asks if he wants a dance, he immediately says yes. It lasts all of two minutes. He wants more, but not with her, and he can’t even put his finger on why he stops her from asking if he wants to go to the VIP room, but he does. He pays her and immediately leaves.
Back to his hand. Back to missing….something.
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A week later, right as he’s snorting enough coke to down two bull elephants off of his coffee table, the doorbell rings. He quick sniffs, and wipes whatever’s left on his nose onto his gums before standing up. “Shit,” he half groans as he wobbles. Everythings a little too turnt at the moment, so he immediately sits back down and puts his head in his hands. “Oooooh, shit.”
He’s about 40 seconds deep into an almost meditative state when the doorbell rings again plus five knocks. This time he hears a “Hellooo?” And a softer, “Fuck, it’s hot please hurry up.” from the other side of the door. He knows you don’t mean for him to hear it, he can’t help it. He wishes he didn’t. Everything is too bright, and too loud, and his jaw is starting to grind from all the coke so no, hearing you or seeing you for that matter is not on his list.
Regardless, when you start knocking again he’s up. In three seconds he’s around the couch, and swinging open the front door. The heat hits him immediately and so does the sight of you. Oh God she's gorgeous. He’s gotta lean on the doorframe a bit to keep steady, and get a good look at you.
You’re standing in the doorway with two arms full of groceries. He’d completely forgotten about …Matt? Max? The guy Vault hired to buy him groceries, toiletries, and drugs. The other day he let himself in when Ben didn’t answer the door fast enough. Ben was shitting, and didn’t hear the doorbell. Or the door open for that matter. He scared Ben when he walked into the kitchen, & Ben threw a chair at him. He–thankfully–only shattered his collarbone. Needless to say the poor bastard quit while being loaded in the ambulance. The important part of that story is you. Standing here now instead of Mr. Irrelevant.
Ben smiles at you and silently thanks God for the summer heat. Your gray T-shirt is just tight enough around your chest that he can see the outline of your nipples. I promise he’s trying not to stare, so he’s gotta work a little harder not to let his eyes drag down body.
“Excuse me,” He’s not doing a good job.You’re just so pretty, baby. Even when you frown like that. “I’m y/n,” You say it slowly and a little sarcastically. You caught him staring, he knows he deserves it. He honestly likes it. “Jeremy sent me to drop off your groceries since Jackson–” That’s his name! “–quit. I’d shake your hand, but,” You hold up the bags, & Ben immediately reaches to grab them out of your hands. You look too good to work at Vault. Long lashes, pretty lips, and the way your hips curve in those shorts. He’s gotta ignore how much he wants to-
“Let me help with those,” He cuts his own thoughts off. “Are there any more in the car?”
You nod. “Yeah there’s a lot more, let me help you at least.” You turn to walk back down the pathway.
He takes a few steps out, and too eagerly says “No, Ma’am. Let me get em’.” Ma’am.
You don’t even stop walking. You just wave him off and say “It’s alright, I want to help. Honestly if you want to relax I can get these unloa–” He’s not listening. He’s coked out & kind of dazed, but he’s still a gentleman. Sort of. He can’t help but to watch your ass as you walk away. Your shorts look perfect on you, and everytime you step your ass jiggles a little.
He just met you and he can tell you don’t like him. He stares too hard, his hair is a mess, he’s wearing stained sweatpants and a stained tank top to match (Had he realized you were coming he would’ve gotten dressed), and boy does he like you. He already knows he’d devour you if you give him the chance. Give em’ the chance.
It takes about six minutes to unload everything out of your truck, Vault’s truck as you tell him. They gave you something big enough to haul all of his things in. A shitload of food, clothes, toiletries, fishing equipment, new hiking boots, and a black duffle bag you weren’t allowed to look in. Ben helps as much as he can which helps speed the process along. Now, however, he’s just sitting at the kitchen island bouncing between small talk, and admiring you put his groceries away.
“So,” He puts his forearms on the countertop and leans in. “Are you from here or..” Ladies and gentlemen, Soldier Boy! Jeez, try a little harder.
“No actually,” You say, pulling a couple of cases of strawberries out of bags, before putting them in the fridge. “I moved to the city about a year ago when I got hired at Vaught.”
“And is this all you do?” You’re doing amazing, Ben. He cringes a little at himself for saying it like that. ‘All you do’ , it’s a little condescending.
You don’t even let it phase you. “No, actually, I’m Jeremy’s assistant and team lead.” You say before dropping down to a squat to load a few cases of beer onto the bottom shelf of the fridge. “I’m just here because I haven’t had time to hire a new personal shopper for you. I’ll have one for you by next week though, I promise.”
Oh, please don’t promise that.
He tries so hard not to watch you, but Jesus he can’t help it. He’s got his eyes locked on you. The muscles in your back move every time you pick another case up, & your ass is sitting so prettily as you sit on your haunches to balance yourself. You stand back up, languid and smooth and your legs are so fucking-
“Okay,” You say, turning back around. He’s looking straight at you, and praying you didn’t catch him staring again. Part of him hopes you did. “That’s about everything, I don’t think you need help putting your personal items away, do you?”
He fights the urge to say yes. “No, I-I’m good, but are you busy?” What is he doing?
You pause and your eyebrows raise. “Uh, well today’s my day off, but-”
“Stay for a bit,” It’s a statement he says more like a half-question. “If you’d like. I have a-uh pontoon, and I’ve wanted to take someone out on the river since I got here. It’s my thanks for you using your day off to come here.” He smiles, and tries not to be too obvious about how much he wants you to say yes.
“That’s kind of you,” You say smiling back before walking around the island towards your keys on the table. “but I have to go, I have a few errands to run.”
He’s good at hiding disappointment. He shrugs a bit, and keeps a warm smile. He can’t help but like the sound of your voice, even when it’s letting him down easily. “Okay, well can I ask you for a favor?”
You put your hands on your hips and look up at him. “Sure, what can I do for you?”
Sweetheart, so much. What he actually says is, “If you have time, would you mind coming again next week instead of someone else?” Oh he’s bold about it. “I just-” He shrugs. “I like our conversation. More than mine & Jacobs.”
You laugh, and it makes him wanna be good to you. “His name is Jackson, and I’ll see.” You look him up and down, and Ben swears you bite your lip a bit. “Let me see your phone, I’ll give you my number so you can let me know if you need anything else.” You hold your hand out, and he’s immediately passing his phone to you.
Oh he needs a lot. “Oh I need a lot.” He says before he even realizes it. Fuck.
You just chuckle and keep putting your number in. You’re cool, you’re so fucking cool, you know that? When you finish you hand it back to him, and his hand grazes yours. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t really like that.
“So if I text you tonight and say I need something, you comin’?” He says, saving your number.
“Nope,” You say matter of factly, walking to the front door. “But give me a week, if I can’t find someone for you, you’ll see me here again.”
He follows right behind you, eyes burning a hole into the back of your head. He does a little jog to grab the door before you do, and opens it for you. “Don’t look too hard then, that pontoon is just waiting for a chance at you.” And so am I. You give him a look at that statement, but say nothing.
He leans against the door as you walk out, and follows you all the way to the truck. “Can I only text you for things I need?” He says before reaching to open your car door too. Again, Ben is a gentleman through and through.
You sit in the driver's seat and ask. “Is there another reason to text me?”
He’s standing between you and the door now, and if we’re being real honest, he likes looking at you like this. The SUV is high enough that you’re eye to eye now, and he’s got a helluva’ view. He steps in a little & you’re even prettier up close. Nice cheekbones, pretty lashes, full lips. He puts one hand on the truck and keeps the other on the door, and leans into you a bit. His heart, Jesus, jumps a little when you don’t lean away from him. His breath deepens when you start looking him up and down too. Fuck, this is a moment.
Sweetheart, you’re givin’ him all sorts of ideas to hold on to, you know that?
“Absolutely, I needa’ get to know you a little better. Seeing as you know where I live and all.” He’s all eyes on you. His voice is kind of low now, and he can’t even help licking his lips. “You sure you don’t wanna stay a little bit longer? Let me cook you somethin’, show you how much I appreciate you, Y/n.” He’s practically drooling it out.
He’s–okay–he’s not even trying to hold back how much he wants you. His voice is too low, he’s too close, and looking you up and down too much for it not to be obvious. You clock it, immediately, and–against your better judgment–lean into him. So close that your noses almost touch, and you reach your hand behind him.
“I appreciate the offer but,” You say, grabbing the door. “I’m a little busy tonight.”
He wants you so bad it hurts, and he just met you. He can’t help it, he’s leaning into you, eyes closing, and–
“Ah,” You almost whisper, smiling and pulling back. This is so funny to you. “I’m not the one for that, but I appreciate the thought. Excuse me.” you look behind him to the door and he doesn't move at first.
Instead he just eyes you. He’s never had a woman play with him like that, and he’s torn between wanting more and none of it at all. You are the one for that, you’re just not there yet. You will be. He steps back, and you close the door, starting the car before rolling the window down.
“You have my number, Ben,” The way you say his name makes him want to howl. “Call me if you need me.”
“I promise I will, Y/n.” He says as you back up, turn, and pull down the driveway. He doesn’t go inside until your suv is out of his sight.
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“Fuck, Y/n,” He moans, sitting back in his bed & jerking himself off to the thought of you. “Yes, baby, keep ridin’ it.”
He’s panting, eyes closed, imagining you on top of him. Fucking him like your life depends on it. He’s never heard you moan, but he's imagining something sweet, and addicting coming out of you. He starts bucking up into his hand, and imagines you whining at how deep he’s going.
‘Be-e-en,’ You’d moan, mouth open and drooling from how good he’s hitting it. You would grip his hair and bounce on him the way you know he likes it. ‘Ben, please baby, harder!’
He starts fucking himself harder at your imaginary requests. He’d do any–and everything you told him to, and quickly at that. “Fu-uck, y/n, you know I like that. You know I like that, baby.” He moans to no one, but the thought of you.
He imagines you swirling your hips on him, looking him in his eyes while you say, ‘Fuck baby I’m gonna cum. Ben, please,’ & he can’t hold it anymore. You are, even in his imagination, just too much. He cums all over his hand and stomach, and moans your name a couple of times for good measure.
And for a while he just lays there. Panting, eyes closed, mind full of you. Fuck ‘Synn Gentlemens Club’, you’re what he’s been missing. That thought really wakes him up. He just met you, and compared to the hundred other women he’s slept with in his lifetime, you knock him back a little. The way you talk, the way you walk, how you laugh, and even how you tell him no. You’re not taken aback by him, you don’t fear him, you toy with him a little bit and what’s worst of all is he likes it. He really likes it. He likes it so much that he wipes his hand off on his stomach and grabs his phone. Immediately finding your name and texting you a simple ‘Hello’.
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A/n: Thank you for reading <3 If you want to be tagged in the next chapter you can DM me or reply to this post!
positions
cw: nsfw, gn.reader, some size kink
includes: homelander, butcher, frenchie, black noir, hughie, solider boy, MM
Homelander - likes when you’re on top. Don’t get it wrong he still has control but, he likes watching how you pant and struggle to take him all. Besides he gets a nice view of your chest while he bounces you on his cock. Absolutely bucks up into you to see how you squeal and grip his shoulders. He also likes it because he doesn’t have to do much work, he’s a supe and works hard ya know?
Black Noir - ass man. Loves doggy style the most. Grips the fat of your ass while he just plows into you. Smoothes his hand on your hips to bring you down on him over and over. Lives to see how you flutter and clench around him. Will push your face into the sheets and leave bruises on your ass.
Butcher - reverse cowgirl all the way. Another ass man who likes to watch you take his cock. You just look so good this way, and he likes how you lean forward to grab at his thighs. Smokes while he fucks you, puffing out while he spreads you open so he can watch how you take him. Makes comments on how slutty you are.
MM - missionary. The classic choice but he loves it. Props himself on his elbows so he can watch your face while he pounds into you. He likes to tuck his face into your neck, nipping it and making you squirm from his beard on your skin. Sometimes gets so into it he’ll lift up your legs onto his shoulders to reach deeper.
Soldier boy - mating press?!? Mating press all the way. Folds you up and stuffs you full, can go for hours. Ben just pushes your legs up and gives you deep strokes that make you starry-eyed and and breathless. He gets so deep you push his chest and he just mocks you from above. Thanks to the V he’s got endless stamina and besides, he hasn’t been able to pump someone full in decades so good luck.
Frenchie - y’all already know this man likes to be dommed. He’s down for absolutely anything and everything. Doesn’t matter if you’re holding his wrists while you fuck yourself with his cock or if you’re fucking him. He practically loves every positions, but he does enjoy 69 a lot.
Hughie - sweet sweet boy likes when he’s tucked behind you. Its so nice because your thighs are clenched together and it’s makes you tighter. The fucks lazy and soft and he just tucks your underwear to the side so he can slip in. You’re clawing at the mattress while he just does slow thrusts. He’ll kiss the back of your neck while he holds you.
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Hi, My name is Kitty! And I’m a fanfic writer. I’m in lots of fandoms so you’ll see things from all over! Though I’ll mostly post TOKIO HOTEL fanfics.
Some fun facts about me!
• I LOVE to read!
• I love to listen to music, it’s kinda my therapy😅
• I like to draw here and there.
• I love to read, so if you have any book recommendations please send!
• How I originally got into Tokio Hotel was b/c I saw a post about Tom while doom scrolling and I thought Tom was hot. But then I started to listen to their music and actually liked Tokio Hotel b/c of their music and not only b/c of Tom.
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Fandoms I write for
Tokio Hotel
Supernatural
Marvel/MCU(every part of it)
The Boys
Arcane
The Last of Us(show + game)
Game of Thrones + The House of Dragons
Star Wars
*I will write for these fandoms on my own accord and when I get requests for them*
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Fandoms I’ll occasionally or are open to write for
Harry Potter
Invincible
Avatar: The Last Air Bender
Narcos
The Maze Runner
The Outsiders
Call of Duty
Teen Wolf
Halo
Any other fandom that you want me to write for via request
*I will occasionally write for these on my own accord. I will mostly only write for them if they’re requested*
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Things I will write or are fine with writing
Fluff
Smut+lemon
Angst
Age gap(1-6yrs. 10yrs max. I will NOT go any higher unless requested. Even then I may not do it)
Au’s
Female and gn reader, sometimes male reader(I’m a girl and I’ve still yet to experiment w/ m!reader. I may never do smut w/ m!reader though I’m super open to anything else. I just need time to get used and comfortable with m!reader.)
Reader of any sexual orientation(I’m completely find w/ it. I’m gay myself)
Reader of any race and religion
I’m fine with doing dom and sub things/undertones
Ships! I’m completely fine with writing for these(just as long as they aren’t pedophilic or incest or anything weird)
Real people/celebrities(this will only be fluff and angst. I will NOT be doing smut. I feel uncomfortable doing that type of stuff knowing some of these people have whole ass family)
Writing horror/describing gore. I’m completely fine w/ it.
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Things I will NOT write under any circumstances
Incest of any kind(siblings, step-siblings or parents, bio parents, anything like that)
R@pe/non-con(this is disgusting. If the story somehow has r@pe in it, it’ll only be mentioned and if there would be a r@pe scene, it’ll only be mentioned)
Piss or shit kinks(self explanatory. The only body fluids that will be evolved in any way in any of my fics will either be spit/saliva, or cum. That’s it.)
Innocent!reader(this means that reader is so fucking innocent that reader doesn’t even know what a orgasm is. This lowkey pisses me off. Just not my type of thing.
Big age gaps(10yrs is the max I will go. I’ll only go over if requested, even then I may not do it)
Fics that deliberately are racist, sexist, homophobic, or bring down any sort of group of people. (By this I mean if a fic is requested and it’s very clear that the base line is any of these things, I will not do it.)
Romanticizing things like r@pe/non-con, stalking, kidnapping, being drugged, any of those things. (Honestly I’m so happy that people are realizing of bad this is and how many books have this in them and the amount of authors that do it. It’s genuinely disgusting. Like would you actually want that to happen to you IRL? I don’t.)
Underage things. Under no circumstances will I ever write underage.
Proships Lima self explanatory. (If you don’t know what a proship is it’s ship that’s considered “problematic” in a fandom. The ship can consist of incest, a problematic or worrying age gap, most of the time one of the people being a minor…, things like that.)
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Requests
Whenever you wanna request anything it’s totally okay to go into detail. Honestly I kinda want you to so you’ll like the fic(:
Requests will take about 3-7 days to finish as I have many other things going on in life and I can’t fully dedicate all of my time to fics.(I’m also a major procrastonator….😬)
THEY COULD DO THAT TO ME ANY DAY AND I WOULD EVEN PAY THEM
See this is me most of the time and my only exception to this is Jensen Ackles as Dean and as Soldier Boy. Dean is my little geek and Soldier boy is big and scary
it's so atrocious how im into nerds. oh ur infodumping? fucking. dump a load inside while ur at it.
Valentine's Day Drabbles/Headcanons.
n.o.t.e.s - My short takes on Homelander, Solider boy, and Black Noir, what they would do to their s/o on valentines day and general headcanons >3
w.a.r.n - Mention some nsfw, romantic stuff, and fluff.
w.c. - 806
Homelander
❀ Homelander would swarm you with chocolates and flowers and pepper you with kisses.
❀ Probably would hug you every time, like cuddling on the couch as homelander you both watched Homelander's movies.
❀ If Homelander was to cook you a nice valentine's meal, it would probably turn into a big mess, like as you walked into your shared penthouse with him and looked at him as he was covered in ingredients and held a burnt piece of steak in his hand.
❀ I feel like he would cancel all his meetings just to be with you and hang out with you and honestly be anywhere with you.
❀ Yall would have a date in a nice, classy restaurant, which he bought off or got you guys a private room, so it just is you and him.
❀ You guys would like to share a romantic bubble bath together, some more cuddling, and sharing some moments with each other, as you guys share romantic, and long kisses.
Nsfw
❀ Although with his munch behavior, he would def be all over you, like even buying you some red and blue lingering, just so he'll rip it off you.
❀ He would definitely have a breeding kink, be in the mood for some lovemaking, and would probably love to see you be like swollen with his baby and have your breast full of milk.
❀ That would be his ultimate dream
❀ Due to his infamous lactation kink, he would all over your breast, like watching them how they bouncy as you ride him, fuck out from the bliss of your orgasm.
❀ Like if you aren't pregnant now you would probably be after tonight.
Soldier Boy
✿ Just like Homelander, he can't cook for shit, but he would definitely try to do something special for you, like buying you your favorite perfume, shoes, bag, flower, chocolate, and the list go on.
✿ He would surprise you with a lot of girls, just spoil you with materialistic things, hell he would even buy you a car.
✿ If you are not a materialistic person, he would sing you a romantic song, he wrote for you, basically serenading you from top to bottom. Covering you with love and affection. >3
✿ He would be soft with you, and gentle with you like a porcelain doll, just ready to crack.
✿ Solider boy is old-school af, so I feel he would take you on a date like a cute picnic date, you guys would share a sweet moment, sharing a romantic kiss.
✿ He would take you to like a drive-movie theater, and you guys would be cuddling sharing both of your warmth, having this moment with each other.
✿ Probably take you dancing in a jazz bar, just basically sharing moments with each other.
Nsfw
✿ You both be def high when you guys are like messing it up in the sheet.
✿ He would be passionate with you and gentle but also a bit rough with you, like fucking you in endless bliss, moaning out his name like it was a chant.
✿ He would be really dominant, with you.
✿ If he were to buy anything and you were wearing it, while he is riled up, it would be ripped in pieces, basically massacre the clothing just to get you in the sheet.
✿ Like imagine, you both making a valentine's dinner, and you guys are in the kitchen together to make it, and Ben, can't keep his hand off you, and fuck right there on the kitchen counter.
✿ I feel like Ben/Solider boy wouldn't have a kink but like would like to be into voyeurism or a praise kink with you.
Black Noir
✾ Black Noir would get you a bouquet of flowers for you and chocolate, just the basic stuff and I feel like black noir would be a good baker and bake you like your favorite dessert.
✾ He would surprise you with Valentine's dinner.
✾ He is literally so sweet and so charming.
✾ Earving would take you out to a movie, and you guys would cuddle up together and share affection with each other.
✾ You guys would like to eat each other strawberries dipped in chocolate and some chocolate he bought for you, it would so cute.
Nsfw
✾ He would probably have passionate and gentle sex with you.
✾ Black Noir, would be into vanilla-type stuff, with you, treating you with love, affection, and care.
✾ You probably surprise him with black lingerie that matches his suit, like imagine surprising him and straddling his lap as you guys have a languid makeout session on the couch.
✾ He would def be soft with sharing a moment with you.
✾ Black Noir wouldn't have any kink just plain vanilla.
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My Soldier
n.o.t.e.s - back at it again without another one
w.a.r.n - penetration, creampies, biting, choking kink, mentions of alcohol, drug usage/abuse, dub-con to non-con, drugging.TW: HEROGASM
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Solider Boy x fem!reader
w.c. - 1.9k
H-E-R-O-G-A-S-M
The time when supes can go loose and fuck anyone and everything without any problems. Mostly every supe comes to this 'special' occasion to just fuck anyone. It was utterly stupid, you thought. It was the 80's, the fucking breeding place of probably most the STDs; it was stupid to you, made by the American superheroes, the strongest of all superheroes, the riser of the rising sun, freaking Soldier Boy.
The ironic part is that you, even here at this nudity scene, as you walked into the house not bothering to strip, just coming into the party just to be there, had better do with your time. You poured yourself a shot of Bourbon, dumping it into your system; the alcohol was going through your veins. Averting your eyes from the nasty scene before you.
Music was blaring in the house, the smell of sex was clogging your ventilation, and a nudity scene was everywhere you looked. You felt bad for the Sex workers that had to experience this mess; it was honestly disgusting.
In your plane of thought, you were interrupted. Feeling a hand touching your shoulder, " I didn't know you were even going to be here, Y/N," a masculine voice spoke; it made you angry how his voice was just like honey but addicted like a drug. Surprisingly he was fully clothed, and his body was standing over you. You took a breath, turning your body to Soldier Boy; he was just wearing his hero suit but without protective gear, no shield, and no helmet.
Just plain casual.
"Well, you thought wrong," you responded to him, as you cocked him a smile, giving him some eye contact.
"Glad to see that, your prissy bitch, you always were," Soldier boy snapped with his award-winning smile, flashing his white pearls. You refrained from responding to his insult with a negative comment.
"That's just my character" you took a swig of the alcoholic beverage, combing back your hair. The tension between you and Soldier boy was overwhelming, as you looked anywhere to go to or at least go away from certain supe.
You tried not to make eye contact with him, but everywhere else, even more...worse. As you took another deep sip, "Have nothing to say? Did the cat catch your cat" he gave you a smug smirk on his face. You just looked at him, biting your tongue; you came for a good time, not to be bullied by the strongest supe.
"Definitely not by your standards," you snapped back at his comment, flipping him off while walking away. You smile at the agitated look on his face before feeling and hearing a smack on the rear, looking back at the supe that yelled Sure."
You felt your eyebrows starting to twitch, you really hated him with passion, as you brushed the moment. Taking another sip trying to let lost in this shit hole. As you wander around the building, where you only caught the eye of the people literally fucking each other. You couldn't help but have your focus on the current girlfriend of Soldier boy, which was staring you down like you were fucking tickets to a Bon Jovi concert. It was getting awkward, especially since she was wearing a robe, knowing that she was probably naked underneath her.
Hell, it made you fucking uncomfortable.
It wasn't your fault, that her boyfriend flirted with every breathing woman in the world. Brushing your hair away from your head as you feel a bit bold, as you sturting towards her. You felt her uneasiness when you went to her, "Your that press that your little boyfriend is talking to me?" as you leaned your body turning your head towards her, "Excuse me?" she snapped, her face turning red just like her powers by the second, while you kept taunting her.
"You heard me crimson, let's just be honest, you can have him," you said, looking away then back at her.
"You really think you all that" she sneered harshly, biting her lip. "Well, I am, for your own boyfriend, trying to bed me" you winked at her, smirking at her.
You saw her eyebrows twitching as she felt agitated, "Chill, crimson it was just a joke" you got off the wall, and stop smiling at the now furious crimson.
"But take out that stick up your ass and have fun, it's Herogasm after all" you sent her a devious smirk as you walked away from red-headed, as took a swig of the whiskey. There was still annoying music blasting into your eardrums, as you brushed some of your hair strands. "You're looking pretty lonely, do you wanna have a good time" you looked at the masculine voice that was speaking to you, it was a random sex worker, fully naked wearing a collar, "Maybe later, honey" you gently grabbed his chin, and pressed your thumb on his lips, as you whispered to his ear, as you fluttered your lashes at him.
"Jeez, there are weird people at this party" you muttered to yourself. You sat at the bar section, placing the bottle on the counter, in your peripheral vision you saw a familiar supe, dreading the feeling of what gonna happen next.
"I'm surprised you still here" Soldier boy spoke, "-And I'm surprised that your not fucking random woman" you sneered, as you pour yourself a more alcoholic beverage, you drank it down, feeling a burning sensation down your throat as you groaned out.
"I guess we learning more about each other" as he took the bottle out of your hand and poured himself a drink, you snatched it back and poured it into your cup.
"Why the hell are you even talking to me?" you said, as you proper your head up on your elbow. "I would be quiet if I were you, I can't learn something about somebody anymore?" he spoke as he gulped down the liquid.
"I don't like liars, just tell me the truth" your words start to slur while continuing the conversation, you cocked your head slowly, it was only you drinking now, Solider boy just watched you as you drank more of the alcohol.
"I think your interesting, now that's the truth" he chuckled, you buried your face into your hands, as your body felt hot. Soldier boy kept pouring more of the booze into your cup, as you drank more that was poured into your cup, "So that it, right?" you murmured.
"S-so..y-you didn't think of fucking me at all" you breathed out.
While you said that you heard him laugh again, "You must be fucking drunk right now, Y/N" his name rolling off his tongue made you feel aroused and wet, as your nipples perked up, as your hand felt shakey as took the last gulp of the whiskey.
"Gosh" you put your face in your hands, as you got up from the stool, your vision was starting to become blurry by the second, you could barely even see what was going on as you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. "You need some rest, don't ya?" his voice mellowing your whole body.
As you felt your legs dragging against the floor, there were alarm bells ringing in your head,
Fight or Flight.
You couldn't even see where he was taking you, all you saw was just an empty room, feeling your body falling onto a soft mattress.
The sounds of your zipper down slowly, as you didn't say anything, it felt by the second your intimate parts were being slowly aroused. Your breathing was trembling as the realization of the coldness of the air, made you notice that you were bare to his gaze.
"your already wet, aren't you?" he looked at you
Your body was sprawled crossed the bed. The cold air hardened your nipples, small audible moan came out from your lips. Feeling something cold, the light powder being spread on your stomach, "Don't move, doll" he sent you a smirk, the pet name he gave you made even more arousal if you weren't all ready. Feeling his nose on your lower abdomen to your chest, the white substance being vacuumed away with his nose.
His pupils dilated from the powdery drug, "Now, that's it..Fuck!" he grunted, your blurry vision, you saw the bulge growing in his pant, between your legs.
As you heard the jiggling of a belt, he pulled your legs placed them on his shoulder, and positioned himself between your legs. Before you can even process what was happening, "W-wait" you were slowly cut off by him plunging himself inside you, his thick cock splitting you in two, just to adjust to his size.
"Fuck!" you yelled out, as his hips jackhammered into your folds, as several moans were released from your mouth, covering your mouth and muting the moans rolling out from your tongue. Solider boy lowers his lips to your ear, "Don't hide your moans, doll, just became my naught girl" he purred into your ear, as he rolled his hips into your pelvis.
Slightly having his hand pressing onto your neck, taking some oxygen from your head, feeling more delirious.
Spring up with breathy moans, as your back arched back. Wrapping your hand around his neck loosely, trying to secure yourself, while he thrust inside you."M-mmm..fuck!" you moaned out, your breast following the moveth of your bouncing body, as it bounced very thrust he made. While sharing hot-messy kisses with him, his tongue dominated yours, as you pulled away from him, sharing a string of saliva between your lips.
Panting out as he abused your cunt, "H-harder" you moaned as the rhythm of his thrust only got more aggressive by the second. "Shit" Solider boy panted out, flipping his hair away from his face. Feeling the crescendo of your climax, as you moaned out, coming on his cock, Your body felt limp, as you looked at him in a haze. "Be a good girl and flip over" he ordered, you oblige.
Your face was now covered by the pillow, muffling the sound coming from you, feeling your ass being raised up, positioning himself inside you once again, jackhammering inside you non-stop. More aggressive, the pain that simmered into pleasure turned into raw pain, as he kept abusing your body. Having your orgasming more time, as you moaned out.
Grabbing the bed sheet, he fucked you into them, and you were panting. "I-it's hurt" you whined, feeling your hair being pulled, arching your back awkwardly, "You better take it, I wonder how that little family of yours, would be able to handle something like me" he whispered into your ear, your eye widens to do what he information he said, tears was pricking to the corner of your eyelid, clenching on his cock, he kept going into you.
He released the bondage of your hair and forced your head to fall down onto the comfortable mattress, You helped but to produce more tears, not at the pain but at what would happen to you and your family.
You heard grunting from him, as your head was buried into the pillow, as you clutched onto the sheets for dear life. Hearing more grunts, before feeling hot liquid being spilled inside you, hearing a languid groan from him.
You whimpered into the sheets, as you panted out. Your body was dripping and sweating, your body collapsing onto the bed. Salty tears were being produced from your eyes, as your breath hitched.
Your hair stuck to your face, and drool was smeared on your face.
"Tired already" you heard Solider boy's voice, sending a chill down your body, he darkly chuckled at you. You were scared to make contact with him.
"We still got round 2"
Omfg, this gotta be my favorite part 😵💓💯
Mind Games
Part 3
Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader
Category: Angst, smut, 18+
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: Alcohol use, cursing, violence, explicit sexual content, Soldier Boy being abusive towards his team
A/N: This part contains smut! Do not read if you’re under the age of 18! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask!
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So, yes, this is the story of how I wanted to give Soldier Boy a piece of my mind and ended up in his fucking trailer instead. To be honest, his trailer was pretty simple for Vought standards – at least for Vought standards how I imagined them. Then again, Soldier Boy did seem to be the practical type.
The two of us were sat at a table, a bottle of whiskey between us. Soldier Boy had taken off his gloves, giving me a good view of his large hands. I could see the veins on the backs, the callouses on the tips of his fingers. His fingernails were cut short, and remained clean despite doing fight scenes in the dirt all day.
“So… Did you enjoy my performance on Solid Gold?”, Soldier Boy asked cockily, lifting one of his enormous hands and snatching the bottle of whiskey from the table.
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