#Soldier boy

[cheynovak]

Sugar

Soldier boy x F/ reader  (Y/N)  

Warnings: 18+, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, age difference, oral sex, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.    

*Does not follow The Boys storyline * 

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Y/N is a college student who pays her apartment, bills and school tuition with the money she makes as ‘sugar baby’ for Soldier boy. What started as just being a companion on lonely moments became quickly more physical.  

 

Ben just came home from a rough day, not in the mood for her. But she finds a way to ease him. 

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In the dimly lit and luxurious loft nestled amidst the towering skyscrapers of New York, waits Y/N dressed in exquisite lingerie, chosen by him. The first time he had bought her lingerie or expensive parfum she had hated it.  

Like she wasn’t good enough for him the way she was. But then again, this adventure started out as ‘companionship’ getting some money for having dinner with him and listening to his fucked-up stories.  

But that soon turned around into something that looked more like prostitution. Not the quick and cheap fuck, kind of thing. No, she did get paid very well plus the extra gifts she got were a bonus.  

Y/N reclined on the velvet couch, her silhouette illuminated by the flickering flames of scented candles that cast a warm, intimate glow throughout the room. Her outfit, a delicate ensemble of lace and silk, clung to her curves in all the right places, a tantalizing promise of the evening's potential. 

Her mind drifted back to the night when everything changed, when Ben, as he was known to her then, had initiated their first intimate encounter.  

It had been a seemingly ordinary evening, with dinner at a high-end restaurant, where Ben had the best table. Followed by a stroll through the city streets. The conversation had flowed effortlessly, laughter punctuating the air as he shared stories. 

As the night wore on, he had asked her inside for another drink, and the last dregs of wine lingered in their glasses, Ben had leaned in, his touch igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed.  

She remembered the sensation of his hands tracing the contours of her body, the heat of his breath against her skin, how his lips claimed hers, it still sends shivers down her spine when she thinks of it.  

Caught off guard by his sudden advances, Y/N had frozen. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Ben had withdrawn “Why so tense?” he had asked. 

But without being able to form a sentence she left, without her money for the night. The next day he had called her for meeting up, but she ignored his calls for over a week.  

The sudden creak of the loft door snapped her back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched Ben stride in, dressed in his iconic green superhero outfit, the weight of his presence filling the room. 

But there was something different about him tonight. A palpable tension hung heavy in the air. His brow furrowed, jaw set in a tight line, he seemed lost in a cloud of discontent. 

Y/N's stomach churned with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as she met his gaze, unsure of what to expect. Before she could utter a word, Ben's voice cut through the silence, sharp and curt. 

"I don’t need you tonight. You can go," he muttered, his tone laced with a bitterness she had never heard before. "There's money on the table." The words hit her like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the transactional nature of their relationship. 

Y/N rose from the lounge, her steps slow and deliberate as she approached Ben, who stood with his back turned, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. For a moment, she hesitated, its easy money, but then again, after these months she kind of bonded with this brute.  

Unsure of how to proceed, but then she steeled herself and reached out, her hands finding their way to his tense shoulders. As her fingers began to work their magic, kneading away the knots of tension that had taken root within him. 

Ben stiffened at her touch, a fleeting flicker of surprise crossing his features. Yet, he made no move to pull away, allowing her to continue. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she leaned in close, her breath tickling the nape of his neck.  

"You seem... tense tonight." She said in between kisses on his neck and shoulder, her hands moved to his stomach and slowly moved down, but he held her wrist in one hand.  “I’m not in the mood Y/N.” he bit.  

Y/N nodded in understanding, her fingers continuing their soothing dance back to his shoulder. "That's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to pretend with me." 

Her hands still kneaded his back.  

“I have an idea. Why don’t you lay down on the bed and let me give you a good massage. If you still want me to leave I will.” He looked at her over his shoulder and said with a sigh. “Fine.”  

"Relax," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody amidst the silence of the loft. "You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you." Those words brought a grin on his face. 

As Ben settled onto the end of the bed, Y/N knelt before him, her hands moving with practiced precision as she began to undo the buttons of his suit jacket. With each flick of her wrist, she revealed swaths of toned muscle beneath the fabric, the contours of his body a testament to the strength that lay within. 

With each button undone, she uncovered more of his skin, the warmth of his body radiating beneath her touch. With a soft exhale, Ben allowed himself to relax into her ministrations, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ebb away. 

And as she finally freed him from the confines of his clothing, he closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the blissful sensation of her hands against his skin. “Turn around.” she whispered.  

She kneaded the muscles of his shoulders and neck with just the right amount of pressure, coaxing them to relinquish their tight grip. Beneath her touch, Ben felt himself drifting, his mind unspooling from the worries and responsibilities that had weighed him down. 

Her hands so soft and yet every touch of her makes him wanting more.  

As Ben's eyes fluttered open, “Where did you learn to do this doll?” he looked over his shoulder. Only to find himself momentarily speechless at the sight that greeted him. There she sat, exquisite lingerie that left little to the imagination. 

How did he miss that when he walked inside?  

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Ben's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve and contour with a hunger that betrayed his desires. And in that fleeting moment, Y/N saw the raw longing reflected in his gaze.  

He turned back around, sitting against the wall.  

Y/N leaned in close, her fingers deftly undoing Ben's pants with a boldness that took him by surprise. With each movement, he felt his breath catch in his throat, his body tensing beneath her touch. 

 

Revealing the evidence of his desire in all its glory. As she met his gaze once more, a silent understanding passed between them. As Ben's hand moved to the back of her head.  

With a silent nod, Y/N obeys, her fingers trailing lightly along his length as she leaned in closer, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. She began to fulfil his demand. 

Y/N heard Ben's moans and groans, the sound brings shivers all over her body. Encouraged by his response, she swirled her tongue around him, teasing and tantalizing with every flick and caress, gliding along his length. 

She changed her pace, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, eager movements, each one designed to drive him crazy. With each downward thrust, she took him deeper, her throat accommodating his girth. 

She hollowed her cheeks, applying just the right amount of suction to elicit a throaty groan from him, her own arousal mounting with each breathless sound he made. 

And as she continued her relentless assault, she felt him growing more desperate, his hips bucking involuntarily as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure. 

With each passing moment, she could feel him nearing the edge. As Ben felt the intense pleasure coursing through him, his words spilled. He growled, his voice thick with desire.  

"You're so desperate for it, aren't you?" Ben's voice was out of breath. "You could have left making a lot of money for nothing, but here you are... on your knees, sucking my cock." 

Y/N's pulse quickened at his words, her arousal mounting with each passing moment. His dominance over her fuelled a primal hunger within her. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she surrendered herself to him completely. " I wanted to feel you in my mouth, to taste you.” 

Ben's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her closer to him. "You're mine, aren't you?" Ben's voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with lust as he held Y/N's gaze captive. "Say it. Tell me you belong to me." 

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, Ben. All yours." 

A wicked grin spread across Ben's lips, a predator basking in the sweet surrender of his prey. "That's right," he purred, his words dripping with satisfaction. 

"You're such a filthy little slut." Ben's voice dripped with dominance, his eyes smouldering with a primal intensity as he looked down at Y/N. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?"  

Ben's voice was commanding, his gaze locked on Y/N with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. "You're going to swallow every last drop when I come, like the obedient little slut you are." 

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his words, arousal forming between her legs. With a silent nod, she braced herself for what was to come, determined to prove her obedience to him.  

With a primal groan of pleasure, he surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensation, his release flooding her mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of salt and musk.  

As the last drop slipped down her throat, she felt a sense of fulfilment wash over her, a sense of satisfaction in knowing that she had pleased him, that she had surrendered herself completely to his desires. 

Ben's fingers threaded through Y/N's hair, his touch gentle and reassuring as he murmured a praise. "You're such a good girl," he whispered.  

"So obedient, so eager to please. I knew you were a good choice." 

Ben pulled her onto his lap, his fingers deftly worked at the clasp of Y/N's bra, she felt a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins, her heart quickening with excitement.  

With a soft click, the bra fell away, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. 

A hunger burning in his eyes, Ben leaned in closer, his lips trailing a path of fire along the curves of her breasts. He kissed and licked, his movements slow and deliberate as he explored every inch of her soft flesh. 

And as Ben's tongue found its way to her sensitive nipples, swirling and sucking with a fervour that left her gasping for breath, Y/N felt a surge of arousal coursing through her.  

As Y/N's moans of pleasure filled the air while her core grinded over his hips.  

Ben couldn't help but chuckle softly, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he revelled in the intoxicating sound. With each desperate whimper that escaped her lips, he felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that he held her pleasure in the palm of his hand. 

Ben's teasing came to an abrupt halt. With a firm grip, he held her still, denying her the release she so desperately craved. His voice was a husky murmur against her ear as he whispered his final decree. 

"Goodnight, doll," he teased, his words dripping with playful mockery. Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief at his sudden change in demeanour, a surge of frustration coursing through her as she realized he was withholding the pleasure she so desperately sought. 

“W-what?” she looked at him while he pushed her of him. “Goodnight.” he repeated turning the lights off.  

As the minutes stretched into sleepless hours, Y/N lay beside Ben, her mind swirling with a tempest of desire and frustration. With a sigh of resignation, she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him as she made her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the cool tile, her body thrumming with unspent arousal. 

With trembling fingers, she traced delicate patterns across her skin, teasing herself with feather-light touches that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation as she sought out the release that had eluded her for so long. 

Her breath hitched as she brushed against her most sensitive spots, her fingers dancing with a rhythm all their own as she brought herself closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Ben's voice, “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he busted through the door. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. "I just... I needed..." 

But before she could finish her sentence, Ben's voice cut through the silence once more, his tone tinged with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. 

"If I wanted you to come, I would have let you come," he declared.  

His grin appeared “Show me how wet you are.” Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at Ben's bold request. With a silent nod, she slowly parted her legs, revealing the glistening evidence of her arousal to him. 

Her breath caught in her throat as Ben's gaze lingered on her, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight before him. With a soft groan, he reached out, his fingers tracing a path along her inner thigh as he drew closer, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. 

"God, you're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Wider doll.” he said giving her thigh a smack. Y/N's pulse quickened at his words, her body responding instinctively to his commanding tone. 

And as Ben leaned in closer, his fingers delved deeper inside her, Y/N's moans of pleasure filled the air. With each thrust of his hand, she felt herself spiralling closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. 

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against her skin. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I make you feel so good." She nodded her nails dug into his arm. 

"Fuck look at you. You're practically dripping.” "I need you," she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper. "I need you to make me come. Please, Ben, I can't take it anymore." 

As Ben pulled Y/N up, positioning her over the sink, a surge of anticipation rippled through her body, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself for what to come. With a primal urgency, he pressed himself against her, his hard length throbbing with desire as he guided himself inside her from behind. 

With a firm grip on her hips, Ben began to move, setting a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. As he pounded into her with a primal fervour, she found herself unable to look away from the reflection staring back at her in the mirror. 

As Y/N's moans filled the bathroom, Ben's desire surged "Fuck, yes," Ben groaned, his voice a husky murmur as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensation. "That's it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you want it." 

Y/N's moans grew louder, more desperate.  

Please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Don't stop. I’m close... I need to come. Please, Ben, I need it." Ben's grip on her hips tightened, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he felt her trembling beneath him. With a primal growl, he redoubled his efforts, driving her closer and closer to the brink with each thrust. 

And then, with a cry of ecstasy, she tumbled over the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her release. As Ben reached the peak of his own ecstasy, he released himself inside Y/N, filling her with warmth and intensity that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.  

As Ben pulled Y/N up from the sink, a trickle of their combined release dripped down her legs. "Listen next time," he demanded, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Or I won't let you come for a whole month." 

With a silent nod, she acquiesced to his command, knowing that, in this game of passion and power, he held all the cards. With a gentle command, Ben instructed Y/N to clean up and join him in bed. As he headed towards the bedroom, he left her to tend to herself.  

A soft sigh, she cleaned herself up, the cool water of the bathroom soothing against her skin as she washed away the evidence. She walked toward the bed hearing Ben’s snores.  

With a soft smile, she slipped beneath the covers, nestling herself against his warm, familiar form. She felt his arm instinctively wrap around her, pulling her close in his sleep. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reminder of the deep connection that existed between them. 

With a contented sigh, she nestled against him, her body moulding perfectly with him as they lay intertwined in the darkness. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against her face was a soothing lullaby.  

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[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 26/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt, soft Ben

Word Count: 5506

A/N: This is part 26 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As another week passed, the routine of work provided a temporary distraction from the turmoil of your personal life. Sitting at your desk on a Friday morning, you found solace in the camaraderie of your colleagues, the lighthearted banter momentarily easing the weight of your emotions.

As you joked with Jay, a sense of normalcy settled over you, the laughter a welcome respite from the complexities of your relationship with Ben.

But just as you began to relax into the moment, the sound of the door opening drew your attention.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to see Ben walking into the room, his eyes fixed on Jay as he approached. A pang of unease settled in the pit of your stomach as you watched Ben's gaze linger on your colleague.

Despite your efforts to maintain a sense of normalcy, the weight of the unresolved tension between you and Ben hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate you with its intensity.

As Ben's eyes finally met yours, a flicker of emotion passed between you. With a heavy heart, you forced a smile, the facade of normalcy slipping into place even as the turmoil within you raged on, unresolved and unspoken.

But Ben quickly looked back at Jay and let a tower of papers fall onto Jay's desk with a heavy thud, the atmosphere in the room shifted, the tension palpable as everyone's attention turned towards the unfolding scene.

"What's this?", Jay asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he surveyed the stack of papers before him.

Ben's expression remained unreadable as he muttered, "Those are files for the supes which seems to be problematic. You'll have to profile and track them down by Monday".

Jay's eyes widened in disbelief at the daunting task laid out before him. "Monday? That's a crazy deadline", he exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity.

Ben’s smirk widened into a grin, his eyes glinting with amusement at Jay’s obvious discomfort. “Well, better get fucking started then”, he replied dismissively.

As Jay's frustration grew, he couldn't help but mumble under his breath, "That's not possible…".

"Oh, but it is possible", Ben said condescendingly, his eyes narrowing as he asserted his authority. "And if you can't handle it, maybe we need to find someone who fucking can".

Jay's jaw clenched in frustration at Ben's thinly veiled threat, his hands curling into fists as he struggled to contain his anger. The unfairness of the situation burned within him, but he knew that challenging Ben would only make matters worse.

With a steely resolve, Jay forced himself to swallow his pride, nodding curtly in acknowledgment of Ben's authority. "I'll get it done", he replied through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with defiance.

Ben's smirk widened into a satisfied grin as he straightened up, his dominance reaffirmed. With a smug nod, he turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving Jay to grapple with the daunting task before him.

As Jay watched Ben's retreating figure, a sense of resentment boiled within him, fueled by the unfairness of Ben's treatment.

As the tension lingered in the air, you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at your conscience. You knew that Ben’s harsh treatment of Jay was likely fueled by the unresolved issues between the two of you, and you couldn’t bear to see your colleague suffer because of it.

Steeling yourself, you turned to Jay. "I'll go talk to him", you said firmly, your voice tinged with determination. "No one deserves to be treated like this".

Jay's expression softened with gratitude as he nodded in appreciation. "Thanks", he replied, his voice filled with relief. "I appreciate it".

With a reassuring smile, you stood up from your desk and made your way to the elevator, your resolve unwavering.

You made your way to the top floor, your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway as you approached Ben's office. With a sense of determination driving you forward, you didn't even bother to knock as you pushed the door open, the familiar sight of Ben greeted you, his actions not surprising anymore.

As you stepped inside, you found Ben in his usual state, sniffing a line, the remnants of his indulgence evident on the desk before him.

"We need to talk", you said firmly, your voice cutting through the silence of the room.

Ben looked up, his eyes widening in surprise as he registered your presence. A flicker of unease passed over his features, but he quickly masked it with a nonchalant demeanor.

"What's up?", he replied casually.

You took a deep breath. "We need to talk about the way you've been treating Jay", you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "It's not fair, and it's not right".

As your words hung in the air, a flicker of annoyance crossed Ben's features at the mention of Jay's name. Despite his attempts to mask it, the jealousy simmered beneath the surface, evident in the way his jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"That´s his fucking job".

"He's been under a lot of pressure because of the deadline you gave him… again", you replied evenly, refusing to back down. "You can't keep treating him like that".

Ben's expression darkened at your words, his grip tightening on the edge of the desk. "He's not your fucking concern".

You sighed, the tension between you and Ben palpable as you struggled to find common ground. "He's my colleague, Ben", you said firmly, your voice tinged with frustration. "And how you treat him is my concern".

Ben’s frustration boiled over, his temper flaring. “That little pussy didn’t even fuck you, so why are you acting like this?”, he snapped.

You recoiled at his words.

“This isn’t about that, Ben. This is about you treating people with respect, something you seem to have forgotten how to do”.

As Ben’s frustration simmered, he took a step closer to you, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. “You love that fucking cocksucker?”, he demanded, his voice tinged with accusation. “Is that why you’re stepping in for him?”.

You bristled at his words, the sting of his jealousy cutting deep. “Of course not! But you can´t behave like that”, you insisted, your voice firm despite the tremor of emotion beneath the surface.

Ben’s jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his emotions, the tension between you thick in the air. “I can’t believe you’re defending him over me”, he muttered.

You shook your head. “I’m not choosing sides here, Ben”, you replied, your tone weary with exhaustion. “But I won’t stand by and watch you treat people like crap, no matter who they are”.

Before Ben could say anything in response, another wave of nausea washed over you, your stomach churning with unease. Clutching your abdomen, you muttered, "Not again", under your breath before hastily making your way towards the bathroom.

Ben's voice called out after you, concern laced with frustration evident in his tone. "You okay?", he asked, his footsteps quickening as he followed you.

You didn't stop to respond, the urgency of your discomfort driving you forward as you reached the bathroom and disappeared inside, the sound of retching echoing off the walls.

As you hunched over the toilet, the world spinning around you, you couldn't help but wonder if the stress of the situation had finally taken its toll on your body.

Ben followed you into the bathroom. His expression softened with concern as he knelt behind you, holding up your hair gently. You tried to push him away weakly, but your strength failed you, and you continued to vomit.

"Hey, easy there", Ben murmured, his voice softening despite the tension between you.

You choked back another wave of nausea, your stomach twisting with agony. "I'm fine. Leave me alone", you muttered weakly.

Ben's grip tightened slightly as he continued to support you. "You're not fucking fine", he insisted, his voice tinged with worry. "This isn't normal. You need to see a doctor".

You wanted to snap at him, to push him away and assert your independence. But in that moment, all you could focus on was the overwhelming nausea and weakness that consumed you.

As you struggled to catch your breath, a sense of vulnerability washed over you, and despite the tension between you and Ben, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of gratitude for his presence.

Ben continued to support you, one hand holding up your hair and the other resting reassuringly on your shoulder. He couldn't help but feel a surge of concern for your well-being.

"Did you eat something wrong?", he asked.

You shook your head weakly, the nausea still gripping you tightly. "No", you replied hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling like this for days".

Ben's grip on your shoulder tightened. "Why didn't you say anything?", he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and regret.

You sighed, the weight of his question weighing heavily on your shoulders. "I didn't want to worry anyone", you admitted, your voice filled with exhaustion. "I thought it would pass, but it's only gotten worse".

He gently rubbed your shoulder in a comforting gesture. "We'll get you to a doctor", he said firmly. "You need to take care of yourself".

"You don't have to be here with me", you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability as you leaned slightly back against Ben's chest.

Ben's arms tightened around you, his embrace offering a silent reassurance that spoke volumes. "I want to be here", he replied. "I want to make sure you're okay".

As you rested against him, the weight of his words and the comfort of his embrace washed over you, filling you with a sense of warmth and security that you hadn't felt in far too long.

As Ben held you against his chest, giving you a moment of solace, his super hearing picked up on something unusual. His brows furrowed in concern, and he gently turned you in his arms, his head sinking towards your belly, his ear pressed against it.

You watched him with a mix of confusion and curiosity, unsure of what he was doing. “Ben, what’s wrong?”, you asked, your voice filled with concern.

Ben remained silent for a moment, his expression deep in concentration as he listened intently. Then, his eyes widened in realization.

“There’s something… someone”, he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “inside you”.

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sank in, a flood of emotions washing over you. “What do you mean?”, you asked, your voice trembling.

Ben looked up at you, his eyes cold.

Ben’s words hung heavy in the air, you felt a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over you. Before you could process what he had just said, he abruptly let go of you, his expression hardening with anger.

“You fucking lied to me”, he spat, his voice laced with venom as he took a step back, his hands forming into fists at his sides. “You did get fucked by that fuckface”.

Your heart sank at his accusation, the weight of his words crushing you beneath their weight. “Ben, no, that’s not true!”, you protested, your voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t sleep with Jay! You´re the only one, ever".

But Ben’s anger only seemed to intensify at your denial, his eyes flashing with fury as he glared at you. “Don’t you fucking dare kepp lying to me”, he growled, his voice low and menacing. “I heard it with my own fucking ears. There’s someone inside you, and it’s fucking obviously not mine!”.

You recoiled at his words as you struggled to make sense of what was happening.

As Ben stood before you, his fists clenched and his gaze filled with accusation, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of despair wash over you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend Ben’s accusations.

“I… I can’t be pregnant, Ben”, you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. “It’s not possible”.

You met his accusing gaze, the anguish in your eyes mirroring the turmoil within your heart. “Supes can’t make babies, and I only slept with you”, you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. “There’s no way I could be pregnant”.

As your words hung in the air, Ben's expression twisted with rage, his anger boiling over as he refused to accept your explanation.

"Don't you think I fucking know that supes can't make babies?", he snapped, his voice dripping with contempt. "That's why I fucking know that you let yourself get railed by that fucker!".

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you struggled to find the words to defend yourself, but the weight of his accusations left you speechless.

As Ben's rage reached a boiling point, his chest began to glow, the manifestation of his intense emotions radiating from within.

"Please, Ben", you begged, your voice choked with tears as you pleaded for him to believe you. "You have to trust me".

But his anger seemed to consume him, his features contorted with fury as he glared at you.

"I trusted you!", he seethed. "And this is how you repay me? By lying to my face?".

You shook your head frantically, the weight of his accusations crushing you beneath their weight. "I'm not lying, Ben", you insisted, your voice trembling with desperation. "I would never betray you like that".

As Ben's rage threatened to consume him complete, you reached out and gently took his hand.

"Ben, please", you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency as you tried to calm him down. "You have to listen to me. I'm not lying to you!".

His chest continued to glow.

"I need you to trust me", you implored, your grip tightening on his hand as you searched his eyes for any sign of understanding. "We can ask a Vought doctor to check on me, to confirm if I'm really pregnant. I can't believe it myself, but if it will help you believe me, then I'll do it".

Your heart ached with the weight of his mistrust, but you refused to give up hope that he would see reason.

As Ben felt the warmth of your hand in his, he glanced down at your intertwined fingers, his features softening slightly as a semblance of calm washed over him. But the tension in his shoulders remained, a silent reminder of the doubts that still lingered in his mind.

You squeezed his hand again. "Please, Ben", you urged, your voice filled with urgency as you implored him to trust you. "We need to know, for both of our sakes".

After a moment of silence, Ben finally relented, his expression weary but resigned. "Fine", he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll see a Vought doctor".

As Ben released your hand and allowed you to rinse your mouth, a tense silence hung between you, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, a sense of solidarity settled over you as you prepared to face the truth together.

Once you had finished, you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way to the elevator, Ben falling into step beside you. The air between you was thick with unspoken words.

After a brief conversation with the lead doctor, Ben ensured that the sensitive nature of your visit remained confidential. With a nod of assurance, the doctor agreed to respect your privacy and refrain from disclosing any details of your consultation.

As Ben guided you inside the examination room, a sense of apprehension settled over you, the weight of the impending revelation hanging heavy in the air.

Inside the room, you stepped behind the curtain and began to undress, a surge of vulnerability washed over you, the reality of the situation hitting you with a jolt. Peering out from behind the curtain, you met Ben's gaze, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your features.

"Do you really need to be inside the room?", you asked, your voice laced with uncertainty.

Ben's expression hardened, his resolve unwavering as he met your gaze with steely determination. "Of fucking course", he replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You swallowed hard, understanding the depth of his conviction. With a resigned nod, you turned back towards the task at hand, steeling yourself for the examination that lay ahead.

Feeling slightly shy and exposed, you walked over to the examination chair and took your place. Before lifting your legs onto the stirrups, you glanced over at Ben, a hint of embarrassment coloring your cheeks.

"Um, can you at least stand beside me?", you asked, your voice tinged with discomfort. "I… I don't want my… you know… on full display".

"What's wrong, don't want me to get an eyeful?", he teased, unable to resist poking fun at your discomfort.

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm in mock annoyance. "Shut up, Ben", you retorted. "Just stand over there, okay?".

Ben rolled his eyes, but relented, moving to stand beside you.

He leaned in closer as he whispered teasingly, "You know, I've already seen every inch of you in nearly every position by now".

"Yeah, yeah, very funny", you replied, shaking your head. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Ben's playful banter helped ease the tension.

As the doctor conducted the ultrasound, using the same equipment typically reserved for Vought's human employees, a sense of unease settled over the room. You glanced nervously at Ben, his expression mirroring your own apprehension as you awaited the doctor's assessment.

After a few moments of tense silence, the doctor's brows furrowed in confusion as he studied the images on the monitor. "Hmmm, that's unusual", he muttered, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a sense of dread settling over you like a heavy weight. "What do you mean?", you asked, your voice trembling with apprehension.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before responding, his expression grave. "Well, typically in cases like this…", he began, his words trailing off as he struggled to find the right explanation. "But in your case, there seems to be… something different".

As the tension in the room reached its peak, Ben's patience wore thin, his frustration evident in the sharpness of his tone. "Just tell us what the fuck is unusual", he demanded, his voice laced with urgency.

The doctor met Ben's gaze with a solemn expression, his hesitation palpable. "I… I can't actually see anything", he admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "It's like there's… a wall, blocking my view".

"A wall?", you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded gravely, his expression troubled. "Yes, it's as if… something is obstructing the ultrasound waves, preventing me from seeing what's inside", he explained, his voice trailing off as he struggled to articulate the inexplicable anomaly.

As the doctor made another attempt, maneuvering the ultrasound probe inside you with a bit more force, you couldn't suppress a whimper of discomfort.

"Fucking watch it", Ben growled, his voice low and menacing. "Don't hurt her".

The doctor paused, taken aback by Ben's sudden outburst. "I'm sorry", he apologized, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to cause any discomfort".

The doctor sighed, acknowledging the challenge posed by the unusual circumstances. "I think it might be best to try an ultrasound on your belly instead", he suggested, his tone resigned. "Let's move over to the examination bed".

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the doctor's persistence in seeking alternative solutions. Rising from the chair, you made your way over to the examination bed, Ben following closely behind, his protective demeanor never faltering. As you settled onto the bed, you braced yourself for the next phase of the examination, hoping for some clarity amidst the uncertainty.

The doctor proceeded with caution, lifting your shirt with gentle hands as Ben observed his every move with a watchful gaze.

Once your belly was exposed, the doctor began the ultrasound examination, your mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. You couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief at the possibility of being pregnant. It seemed utterly impossible, and yet, the signs were there—your slightly bloated belly serving as a silent reminder of the uncertainty that loomed over you.

The doctor's brow furrowed in concentration as he continued the examination, his movements methodical as he searched for any sign of what could be causing the unusual symptoms.

"I'm sorry", he finally said, his tone tinged with frustration. "I still can't see anything".

You exchanged a worried glance with Ben, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The absence of any clear explanation only deepened the mystery surrounding your condition, leaving you with more questions than answers.

The doctor packed away the ultrasound controller, his expression grave as he turned to address Ben.

"I could try an x-ray. Try to see what´s going on", he suggested, his tone cautious. "But if you´re actually pregnant, it would certainly hurt the child, or worse".

Ben raised his eyebrows as he turned to you, knowing that he definitely didn't knocked you up. But the decision ultimately rested with you, and he respected your choice.

You took a deep breath. "I can't be pregnant", you insisted, your voice steady despite the lingering uncertainty. "I'm willing to undergo the x-ray".

Your words were a declaration of your loyalty to Ben.

The doctor nodded in agreement, acknowledging your decision. "Alright, let's proceed with the x-ray", he said calmly, motioning for you to slip in the hospital dress.

Together, you made your way to the x-ray room.

After a while, the doctor carefully examined the x-ray images, his expression thoughtful as he studied them intently. After a moment, he turned the screen around so you could see the images for yourself.

You and Ben leaned in closer, your eyes scanning the intricate patterns of shadows and shapes displayed on the screen. Your heart pounded in your chest.

The doctor's voice broke the tense silence as he announced the unexpected revelation, his excitement palpable in the air. "There's a baby", he exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. "And it's unlike anything I've ever seen before". He pointed to a tiny little skeleton.

Ben's initial reaction was one of disbelief, his mind struggling to process the news. "Congratulations", he muttered, his tone subdued as he prepared to leave, his assumption leading him to believe the baby was conceived with someone else.

But before Ben could take another step, the doctor's words halted him in his tracks, his voice firm and commanding as he addressed Ben directly.

The doctor's words hung in the air, punctuated by the gravity of the revelation. "Given the circumstances, it's clear that this is no ordinary pregnancy. It's… a supe baby".

Ben stood frozen in shock, his mind reeling as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of the news. His thoughts raced, the implications of what the doctor had just revealed sending a shiver down his spine.

Meanwhile, tears streamed down your cheeks, a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming emotion washing over you like a tidal wave. The news hitting you with full force. You were pregnant.

As you and Ben grappled with the shock of the doctor's revelation, a sense of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, the future suddenly filled with more questions than answers.

The doctor handed you a tissue, offering a small gesture of comfort in the face of the overwhelming news. "I know this is a lot to take in", he said softly, his expression sympathetic.

"Thank you", you murmured, your voice choked with emotion.

The doctor sighed, his expression grave as he continued. "I have to be honest with you", he admitted, his tone somber. "This is uncharted territory for me and my team. We've never encountered a situation like this before, and there's no telling what the future holds for you or the baby".

As his words sank in, a sense of unease settled over you.

Feeling the weight of the news settling in, you placed a trembling hand on your belly, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

As Ben remained frozen beside you, his shock palpable in the air, you turned to him, your heart aching with a mixture of emotions. "Ben", you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "We… we need to talk".

But Ben's gaze remained distant, his mind clearly elsewhere as he struggled to process the enormity of the situation.

"Take your time to process this", the doctor said softly. "Come back tomorrow, and we'll run some tests".

You nodded, gratitude filling your heart for the doctor's understanding. Standing up, you reached out for Ben's hand, seeking comfort in his presence. However, he pulled away, his expression still distant and his mind clearly preoccupied.

After you got dressed, you led the way to the elevators, Ben following silently behind you.

Ben's movements were tense as he entered his office, the weight of the news heavy on his shoulders. He rubbed his face harshly, trying to shake off the shock that gripped him. Struggling to breathe, he pulled off his vest, the material of his supe suit feeling constricting in that moment.

As his gaze fell upon you, sitting quietly on his couch, tears glistening in your eyes, a pang of guilt shot through him. Despite his own turmoil, he couldn't ignore the pain etched on your face.

With a heavy sigh, he approached you slowly, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm. "I… I don't know what to say", he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I never imagined… this".

You looked up at Ben, your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke. “I don’t know what to do either”, you admitted, the weight of the situation bearing down on you. “I never imagined… getting pregnant, maybe ever, and especially not with a supe baby… With the first supe baby”.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, the magnitude of the situation hitting you like a tidal wave.

Ben let himself sink down beside you, his gaze fixed on the floor as he absorbed the weight of your words. "I always wished for kids", he murmured , his voice tinged with disbelief. "But I never thought it was possible".

Ben sighed deeply, his heart aching as he looked at you, his gaze softened by the love and concern he felt for you. "C'mere", he mumbled softly, pulling you gently into his arms. You nestled against his chest as tears streamed down your cheeks.

He held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you, as you cried against his chest. His touch was gentle, his fingers softly brushing over your head in a soothing gesture, knowing that you needed him to be strong for you in that moment.

Ben's chin rested gently on your head as he held you close, his gaze drifting out of the window as he watched the world beyond. He couldn't bear to see you sad, especially knowing that he was often the cause of your pain.

Silence enveloped the room as he held you, his heart heavy. He wished he could take away your sadness, to shield you from the hurt that he had inflicted upon you.

But in that moment, all he could do was hold you close.

After a while, Ben pulled back slightly, tilting your chin so that your eyes met his. His gaze was gentle, filled with a silent understanding of the emotions swirling within you.

"Want me to drive you home?", he asked softly.

With red and puffy eyes, you nodded in response.

As you sat in the car beside Ben, your gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the surreal news of the pregnancy, your hand instinctively fell to your belly, which remained flat as always.

You weren't happy. You were overwhelmed with sadness and uncertainty, grappling with the reality of the situation and what it meant for your future.

Ben watched you silently, his concern evident in the gentle glances he cast your way. "Are you hungry?", he asked softly. When you responded with a shrug, his usual impatience was replaced with understanding. Instead of rolling his eyes, he simply squeezed your thigh softly, offering a comforting touch to reassure you that he was there for you.

"Tomorrow, the world will look different", Ben mumbled, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "And even though it's a lot to take in right now, I know you'll handle it perfectly fine, like you always do".

As Ben parked in front of the house, he opened you the door, his hand on your lower back as he guided you inside.

Inside, Ben poured himself a big glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. His actions spoke volumes, revealing the turmoil and stress that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched him quietly, the gravity of the situation sinking in with each passing moment. The prospect of becoming parents to the first supe baby was daunting, to say the least, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead filled you both with a sense of apprehension.

As you asked softly if he's okay, your voice filled with genuine concern, Ben let out a deep, weak chuckle. "You're the one to worry about", he mumbled, his words tinged with exhaustion.

Crossing his arms, he looked at you with a mixture of apprehension and determination, his gaze searching yours for reassurance amidst the uncertainty that loomed over you both.

"What do we do? Do you… do you want me to… get rid of it?", you asked quietly.

Ben's eyes widened at your question, shocked and hurt by the implication. He couldn't find the words to respond, his heart heavy with the realization of what you were considering.

Ben’s heart sank as he struggled to process your question. He had never imagined being faced with such a difficult decision, and the thought of losing the child, his child, tore at him in a way he couldn’t articulate.

After a moment of silence, Ben finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s my child, (y/n)”.

Tears welled up in your eyes once again as the weight of his words sinking in. Your heart ached with uncertainty and fear as you grappled with the overwhelming emotions coursing through you.

"I don't know if you would want to keep it", you whimpered, your voice trembling with vulnerability. Tears streamed down your face, your nerves frayed by the enormity of the situation. "I don't know if you want a baby with me".

Ben stepped in front of you, his expression tender as he knelt down and took your hands in his.

"(y/n), I… I never imagined the possibility of having a real child", he admitted, his gaze locked with yours. "But now that it's real, I couldn't dream of anyone else but you to have a family with. I would never want you to get rid of our baby".

Tears kept streaming down your face as you looked down at him, your heart heavy with emotion. Your voice trembled as you voiced the thoughts that had been racing through your mind.

“Ben, I… I don’t know how to handle this”, you confessed, the weight of your relationship problems and fears weighing heavily on your shoulders. “I’m scared, Ben. Scared of what this means… for us”.

Ben's heart ached as he watched the tears glisten in your eyes, his own emotions mirroring yours. He knew he had to say it, now or never. Gently cupping your face in his hands, he looked deep into your eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you, (y/n)", he confessed, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.

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A/N: ._. well, what can I say… A warning in advance for the following chapters: please do not read any further if you cannot cope with possible triggers. In order not to give everything away in advance, I will not write down all of the warnings in the description above, or rather leave them very vague.

Oh, and we have to play with our imaginations a bit when it comes to anything medical haha.

Stay tuned! Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Used (Billy Butcher)

Description: Billy decides to use Y/N to get what he wants but it backfires when he falls in love with her.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4,051k

She sighed, completely nervous as she walked down the aisle to her future husband. The wedding wasn’t crazy big but had all their friends and some family. MM walked her down the aisle since she refused to even speak to her parents since she found out they let Vought inject her with compound V. Her dress was dragging behind her as she looked forward to see Billy. He looked so handsome in his tux and he was staring at her in awe. She looked so beautiful. She got up the stairs and they both faced the priest. Billy thought he couldn’t be anymore lucky than what he was right now. Except this wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Billy wasn’t a soft spoken man by any means. He could get aggressive and bossy especially when it came down to Vought stuff. He wanted one thing and one thing only. Revenge. Justice for his now dead wife, Becca. And the man would do anything to get it. “There’s a new member of the Seven?” Hughie asked his girlfriend Annie. She nodded and showed them. “Woah.” “wow.” was said amongst the boys. Y/S/N or Y/N. She had on a white lingerie type costume with angel wings that weren’t part of her skin. “What’s her power?” “She can fly.” Annie said. Billy stared at the picture of the girl. She was breathtaking.

Her costume made her boobs look bigger, thanks to Vought and she looked so sweet. Except Billy was still on edge about Supes. “She looks like an angel.” MM said. “Yeah, literally.” Hughie finished. Annie smiled at the boys. “Well she is an absolute sweetheart and she is single.” Billy didn’t know why but that caught his attention. She was single and she wasn’t a bitch? That was perfect. He smirked and looked at the others. “Well boys we might have ourselves a winner.” 

Billy hadn’t really planned this out too much but if he could make her fall for him, he could get information. Information on how to destroy Homelander. So here he was at a convention that she was signing stuff at. He was in line and made sure he would be the last so he could actually talk to her. She had the sweetest smile on as she signed pictures and merch. She didn’t seem to be faking the excitement but she was new so she really didn’t know how Vought worked yet.

Once he was up next to talk to her, he finally heard her voice. It sounded angelic and sweet. He didn’t realize how hard it was gonna be. “Hello.” She greeted him. “Hello luv, Billy Butcher.” He introduces himself. “Love the accent. Makes you a lot sexier.” She flirts. He was caught off guard from her comment. He didn’t realize that she would’ve thought anything of him. Which made it so much easier to get her right where he wanted. 

“Billy, fuck.” She moaned as he pounded into her cunt. She was up against a wall and he was holding her as he fucked the living shit out of her. Her tiny body fit perfectly with his, like a puzzle piece. “Holy shit. You’re so sexy.” She moaned out. He could cum from that. She was praising him and saying the hottest shit to him. He groaned in her ear making her pussy flutter around him. “Are you close?” He asked her. She nodded and gasped.

“So fucking close. Gosh you fuck me so well.” She whined. Damn he’s never felt like this before. He was so close to cumming and she was making it worse. He wanted her to cum first. “Open your eyes, luv. I want to see you fall apart.” She opened her eyes and her mouth remained open. He looked at her as her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly cumming all over his dick. That triggered his release. He placed his face in her neck as he let out a moan and came hard. The hardest he’s ever came in so long. She held him close and calmed down. “This can’t be the last time you’re inside of me.” She said. It wouldn’t be. 

“Holy fuck. Can you believe that prick?” Y/N asked Billy. He chuckled at her anger. “Homelander is a lying selfish asshole.” “What made you realize that?” He asked her amused. She shook her head and sat down next to him. “We just found out that we’ve been injected with Compound V and he has the audacity to be okay with it?” Billy shrugged.

“I mean the fucker has everything, luv. Why wouldn’t he be okay with it?” She looked at him and shook her head. “He’s not human at all. That I know.” “So what do you wanna take him down?” Butcher asked. She laughed but then stopped. “That’s not a bad idea. I know Maeve and Starlight hate him. I could get the help.” And that’s how she ended up meeting The Boys. 

“Wait, so you hired these guys to help?” Y/N asked her boyfriend. “Yep they can help ya.” He said. The boys were confused on why Butcher was talking about them like that. Did Y/N not know? “Do you guys even have powers?” She asked them. They shook their heads and she sighed. “So how are you gonna help?” She asked them. “We’ve dealt with a lot of things like this.” Frenchie told her. Hughie looked at Butcher and realized that he was using Y/N to get to Homelander. He felt sick and wanted nothing more than to yell at the man. Y/N wasn’t a bad supe like Butcher thinks. But Hughie seemed to be the only one to catch on to Butcher’s plan. “Okay if you say so.” Y/N said, looking at the boys. “Perfect.” Butcher smirked. 

“So, you and Butcher huh?” Annie teased Y/N as they walked into the Vought towers. “Shhh I don’t know if it’s super serious yet.” She tells Annie. “Y/N, it’s been months almost a year. Do you love him?” Y/N looked at Annie and smiled. “Of course I do.” “See you need to tell him.” Maybe Annie was right. She should tell Butcher that she loves him. But when would be the right time?

His hips pounded against hers as she was laid on the Seven’s table in the conference room. How did they manage to have sex in here? They were on a mission to grab a file but got distracted. It was very dangerous to be having sex here, but that is what turned them on. “Billy.” She moaned a little too loud, forgetting that they were fucking in the seven’s conference room. His hand covered her mouth, mumbling her moans. “As sexy as those noises are, you need to be quiet.” He groaned.

She nodded but couldn’t help herself. Each snap of his hips felt better and better. Her hands gripped the table, turning her knuckles white. Billy’s other hand went in between them to rub her clit. Her moaning was still loud even with his hand covering her mouth. “You close, luv? We need to hurry.” He said and pounded faster. She arched her back as she felt her high approaching. Her sweet moans turned to whines and whimpers.

He felt himself getting close too, causing him to let out groans of his own. She gasped his name as she came undone. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, seeing this made Billy cum with a moan of her name. His hips worked them through their high. She sat up and cupped his face. “Billy, I love you.” She whispered. He froze in place and stared at her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was using her and she fell in love with him. That wasn’t even the worst part. He loved her too. “I love you too.” He said and he kissed her. Guilt rose in his chest as he realized that they were in too deep. 

A year later, their wedding happened and Hughie kept a huge secret that to this day fills him with guilt. Though, he saw Billy falling in love with Y/N, that wasn’t the plan. Billy was using and lying to his now wife. She didn’t even know about Becca or Ryan. She didn’t know who the real Billy was. His backstory, none of it. MM and Frenchie felt guilt as well. They were so confused about why they had to lie to her in the beginning until one drunk night: 

The Boys were laughing and drinking, actually having fun for once. There wasn’t any stress about Vought or Compound V, just getting drunk. “That Y/N girl seems really cool, man.” MM told Butcher, pouring himself another glass. “Eh, She’s okay, Just another seed to be planted.” The boys looked at him, confused. “Wait, you’re using her?” Frenchie asked him. “Yeah, I am. Sure she’s a pretty thing and a good fuck. But she’s a supe and she’s just like the rest of em.” “Nah man, I don’t think Y/N is. She hates Homelander.” MM said. Billy shrugged. “She’s just another vought test subject. Once I have what I need she’ll be gone.” Frenchie and MM looked at each other. This was low, even for Billy. Y/N wasn’t a bad person nor did she deserve this. 

Which is why MM and Frenchie’s smiles didn’t reach that far up as the two got married. Hughie didn't either but he thought he was the only one that knew. Annie was oblivious to everything and Hughie didn’t have the heart to tell her. Y/N looked happy, she was happy and in love. What she doesn’t know, can’t hurt her. Billy felt happy again, after so long. He had a beautiful wife and a great team. He wasn’t worried about anything right now. He pushed everything to the back of his mind, even the fact that he used her in the beginning. 

“Just to think you were just some sexy guy in line at my meet and greet.” She said and looked over at him. He chuckled, “Just to think that we fucked an hour after meeting.” She laughed and shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself, I knew at that very moment that you were the one I wanted.” She tells him. His face softens at her words. “I knew too.” He said but that was a lie though. He didn’t know until months later. 

Months later and everything was going great. Billy and Y/N got their own place away from The Boys. They loved them but it was nice to have privacy. Y/N wanted out of The Seven and planned to talk to them but figured that wouldn’t work. Billy told her it would be best to take her file and disappear. She was on edge about it at first, not thinking it was a good idea. She didn’t want them knowing that she was married or where she was. Billy was lucky that it was her idea for them not to know she was married. He didn’t have to stress about her finding anything out. She walked into Vought Towers in her costume so nobody would suspect anything.

She didn’t have her ring on, she never did when she was here. She got in the elevator and hit the floor that she needed to go on. She has never snuck into where the files were placed. The only Seven member aloud to look at the files were Homelander. Her nerves were high as she walked out of the elevator and to the door. The door was locked as she suspected it would be. But thanks to Frenchie she knew how to undo locks. She looked around to make sure she was alone. Once the cost was clear she unlocked the door and snuck in. Stan Edgar’s office that he thankfully was not at today.

She looked around for a moment and sighed. His office seemed normal. She saw the filing cabinet and went to it. She carefully opened it and started looking for hers. She found it after a minute and grabbed it. She read it and chuckled. They had a lot of info on her, just not the important stuff. She was about to close the cabinet when someone opened the door. She gasped and looked at whoever came in. “Y/N?” The person asked.

She turned around and saw Homelander. “Hey!” She said with a fake smile. “What are you doing in here?” He asked. She really didn’t know how to lie her way out of it. She wasn’t planning for this to happen. “I uh just wanted to see my file.” She said. “Your file?” She held it up in her hands. “Yeah, after I found out about Compound V I stopped talking to my parents but wanted to get in contact with them to get the rest of my shit because I just bought a house.” Nice save. “Gotcha. You got a new place?” He asked. She nodded. “Yep, in the city.” Homelander seemed to be buying everything she was saying. 

She quickly got out of there with a breath of relief. She almost got caught but she felt proud that she saved herself. Homelander on the other hand was very curious about where she lived. He never figured out where she did before so he took the opportunity to follow her. She got home and unaware that she was being followed and set the file down on the table. Billy was out with The Boys so she had the place to herself.

He came home a few hours later. “Got the file.” She said pointing it out. He grabbed it and looked through it. It was creepy how much stuff they knew about her. “Good. Now ya can finally leave.” He said to her. She nodded and took the file. She shook her head. “I almost got caught though, saved my ass.” She said. “Who caught ya?” “Homelander. He uh came into the room after I had gotten it but I told him the best lie I've ever told.” She said. “What was the lie?” “That I needed to get in contact with my parents for my shit because I moved.” “And he bought that?” “Seemed to.” She shrugged. Homelander bought it up until he hovered about her house with his number one enemy. He couldn’t believe that Y/N had betrayed him. Especially with Billy. 

Y/N had to go into Vought’s tower one more time to pack up her shit. She would have yesterday but she didn’t want Homelander seeing after catching her with her file. As she was packing she heard a knock at the door. She went and opened it and there stood Homelander. “Can I help you?” She asked. He smiled and pushed her aside, walking in her office. “Uh excuse me? I didn’t invite you in.” She said. He chuckled and turned around to face her. “Why did you lie to me yesterday?” He asked. She looked confused, “What do you mean?” “You lied to me about why you had your file.” He said. Oh shit. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes you did and you are working with Billy Butcher.” He yelled. “Who?” She asked. Though she was confused on how Homelander knew him. “Oh don’t play stupid. I saw that you two live together.” He growled. Her eyes widened. “You followed me?” She asked him. “Yes I did because you’re a lying little bitch.” He said and walked closer to her. She backed up against the door. “How do you know Billy?” She asked. He looked at her confused. “What the fuck do you mean?” “How do you know him?” He chuckled. “You know damn well how I know him.” She shook head and looked up at him. “No. I don’t .” She said. By her heartbeat he could tell she wasn’t lying. “You are working for him and you don’t know?”

“I’m not working for him.” She said. “But you live with him.” “He’s my husband.” She whispered. Homelander’s face dropped. “You’re married to him?” She nodded. “And you don’t know how we know each other?” He asked. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” She said. He pulled her arm causing her to screech in pain. He pulled her to Stan’s office and took her inside. “Why are we here?” She asked. “Go in the filing cabinet.” He told her, motioning towards it. She looked at him confused. “Go look under B.” He told her. She walked over to cabinet and opened it. She looked at the letter B and all the files under it. She saw one that had the name “Butcher.” on it, well two. She pulled them both out.

She looked at the one with the woman on it first and saw that she was married to Billy. Y/N gasped and almost dropped the files. She read through the file and saw that the woman was dead but had a son named Ryan. She looked at Billy’s and wanted to cry. He had been keeping this from her. “Ryan is my son, not Billy’s.” Homelander said. Tears streaming down her face. “He was married?” She asked. “Y/N, he thought for the longest time that I killed Becca and he’s been after me ever since.” She sobbed. “So how did she die?” Y/N asked, turning towards him.

“Ryan, our son, accidentally killed her and my girlfriend at the time.” Y/N looked broken and shocked. “So he’s been trying to kill you for that?” She asked. Homelander nodded. “I take it since you didn’t know any of this, he’s probably using you to get to me.” He tells her. The files drop from her hands and she breaks down. “He was wanted, along with 4 others that he works with.” Hughie, Frenchie, MM and Kumiko. 

She got home, late that night. She ignored Billy’s calls and had to be anywhere but there. She sighed as she opened the door to the house and closed it. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to call ya all day.” Billy exclaimed. She looked at him and it took everything in her body not to break. He noticed that her eyes were empty. “Are ya okay?” He asked and went to touch her but she pulled away. “You wanna tell who Becca is?” She asked. His face dropped. “Or the fact that you and Homelander go way back?”

“Or the fact that you’ve been using me for information on Homelander?” She screamed. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Huh, Billy? You wanna explain?” “H-how do you know any of that?” He asked. She scoffed in disbelief. “That shouldn’t be the concern here but since it is to you I saw the files. Yours and Beccas.” She yelled. “You’ve been using me, you don’t love me.” She whispered, tears streaming down her face. “That’s not true.” He said. “Which part? The part that you were using me or the part that you don’t love?” She yelled.

“I do love ya.” She shook her head. “No.” She sobbed. “You don’t. You wouldn’t have lied to me.” She was right. He knew that but what could he say to make any of this better. “Look I know I should have told you about my wife and that I knew Homelander but if we could just sit down and talk about this that would be great.” “You wanna sit down and talk? What excuse do you have?” She yelled. “I don’t have any excuses. But I wanna tell you everything. Just let me give you that.” She didn’t move from her spot. “Tell me right now.”

“Homelander raped my wife. I had thought for the longest time she was dead and he had killed her. She was alive and had a kid. The kid wasn’t mine, it was that cunt Homelander’s. I’ve known before I met you that he was a piece of shit. So when I saw you, yes I thought you would be great use for information on him.” She scoffed. “But then I actually got to know ya and I fell in love with ya.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry about Becca, Billy but you shouldn’t have used me or lied to me.” She said. “I know.”

“I actually loved you from the beginning and to figure out that this was all a lie from the enemy himself.” “It’s not all a lie. I do love ya.” He walked closer to her. She stepped back. “No.” she mumbled. She slid off the ring. “We were never on the same page. You never cared about me. This ring means nothing, it never did.” She said and threw it at him. “Y/N-” “Don’t.” She held up her hand. “Please just stop. I’m tired and i’m over this.” She sighed and walked out of the house, leaving him in tears. 

She drove to where The Boys were staying, not wanting to be around Billy. She opened the door and they all turned their heads. She noticed a very handsome guy that they were talking to. “Hey is Billy with ya?” Frenchie asked. Y/N shook her head. “No, he’s not.” “Are you okay?” Hughie asked her. She shook her head and tried to hold back the tears. “No, I’m not.” Hughie ran over to her. “What’s wrong?” She sighed and looked at him. “He used me to get information on Homelander and he lied to me. But I’m sure you already knew that.” She said, glaring at him. His jaw dropped. “Y/N, I wanted to tell you so many times but you guys looked happy.” She held up her hand.

“Just stop. I don’t need this right now.” She walked around him and grabbed the bottle of vodka that was on the table. They all gave her pity looks. “You guys don’t owe me like he does but it would have been nice to know that he was a shitty guy.” She said and walked into one of the rooms. She sighed and sat down. She looked around and noticed that she was in Billy’s old room. She sighed and took the vodka and drank from it. She heard footsteps and she looked up. The guy that she saw earlier. “Who are you?” She asked. “Ben.” She nodded.

He sat on the bed next to her. He chuckled as she drank straight from the bottle. “Something funny, Ben?” She asked. “No it’s just you’re too pretty to be heartbroken over a guy like Butcher.” She laughed, a genuine laugh. “Let me guess you guys go way back too?” She asked. “Just a week.” He told her. She nodded. “Well if it only took you a week to figure out he sucks, why'd it take me 2 years?” He chuckled at her questions. “Looks like you love him.” She shook her head. “Yeah, pathetic right? He lied to me about every little fucking thing and used me for information on Homelander.”

“Sounds like a dick.” They both laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m trama dumping on you.” “Nonsense.” He shook his head. She laid on the bed with a sigh. He followed her. “I’m surprised he’s not here, looking for me.” She said. “He’s an idiot.” “Yeah but so am i.” Ben turned his head towards her. “Pretty hot for an idiot then.” She turned to look at him. “Are you hitting on me?” She asked. “Yeah. I’d be an idiot not to.” He said. She chuckled and turned her whole body towards him.

“You don’t even know me.” She said. “Yeah but you seem like you need to be taken care of and not by some jackass.” “How do I know you’re not a jackass?” She asked. “You don’t but I can assure you that I’m not gonna lie to you about my past life or using you. I’m just trying to fuck you.” She stared at him and her eyes kept going from his eyes to his lips. He noticed her doing this and cupped her face. He turned his body towards her and moved closer. She didn’t move away, she didn’t want to. She let him lean in and kiss her. There wasn’t fireworks, sparks or butterflies but damn it felt good. “Y/N?” She pulled away from the kiss and gasped.

[zepskies]

Hey, Zep! Any advice on writing a good kiss scene? (Totally not for upcoming chapters or fanfics or whatever and I’m procrastinating and possibly hyperventilating-)

But yeah. Any tips and/or tricks?

Hey there!

Oooh, what a great question. 😉 (Aww, don't worry, this is the fun part! lol ❤️)

So when it comes to any kind of romance scene, it has to do with the buildup. Where is the couple at this point? Is it desperation, longing and yearning, hurt/comfort, pure fluff and sweetness, raw, dirty, gritty desire, or a combination of these things?

And when they come together for that moment, is there a bit of hesitation, or even fear -- the idea that once they do this, there's no going back to the way it was before? Is the kiss tentative and sweet, chaste at first, or hungry and devouring from the onset?

Anticipation is also a big part of the first kiss especially. It's the culmination of a "will they, won't they," and it's a cathartic moment for a romance.

A kiss can start out small, just a meeting of lips. It can lead to more, as passion builds. You want to think of what emotions are driving each of them -- what defines their connection and chemistry, and this need to be together physically.

Word choice here can also be very important in how to convey passion, because again, "passion" can be expressed in different ways. To help figure this out, I try to visualize a scene in my head like a movie, down to the:

Setting: Are they out in the open? Is there the threat of getting caught? Are they in the privacy of a bedroom, in the kitchen, couch, potentially knocking things about? lol

Character "Blocking": The characters' physical movements in the scene, like the placement of hands, head tilting, movements of lips, teeth, tongue, bodies pressing, hand brushing the cheek, holding the hips or waist, hands cradling/caressing their partner’s face, hands slipping under layers of clothing, fingers tangling in the hair, gripping, pulling, or soothing, etc.). And of course, where on the body their partner is kissing, if they migrate from the lips after a while. 😏

Internal Thoughts: "God, should we really be doing this?" vs. "Freakin' finally," etc. 😂

Dialogue: Potentially breaks up the "action." Quipping remarks, teasing, heartfelt romantic words, sexy/dirty talk, etc. But sometimes there's no time for words, if you catch my drift. 😉

The Emotions: The key to what's driving each of them throughout the scene.

Taking these into account (in my experience) can help you create a unique romantic scene. ❤️❤️

Thanks for the question, lovely. Let me know if this helps! 🫡

[klaydiaries]

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

What do you mean ackles???

[lisaphantasia]

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

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

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

[ezzasaurus]

[schrissdd]

✨💧

[jensens-ackles]

THE BOYS + SOLDIER BOY Jensen Ackles (behind the scenes) "Jensen really brought an 'A' game and I think it actually really helped raise the level of everybody that he was working with" - Karl Urban/Billy Butcher

[dilfgifs]

JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY | THE BOYS 3x07 'Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed'

[cheynovak]

Sugar - Part 2  

Soldier boy x F/ reader  (Y/N)   

Warnings: 18+, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, age difference, oral sex, ...  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.     

*Does not follow The Boys storyline * 

--  

Y/N is a college student who pays her apartment, bills and school tuition with the money she makes as ‘sugar baby’ for Soldier boy. What started as just being a companion on lonely moments became quickly more physical.   

But how will Y/N cope with the dominant side of Ben when he finds out she has a life beside pleasuring him?  

-- 

Ben and The Legend walked into the old picturesque diner, the old man looked at Ben. “Really? Out of all the places you want to eat at a greasy diner?” Ben didn’t answer him but took the same spot he had taken for the last few days.  

The Legend sat a crossed from the hero, noticing how he stares to his side, not paying attention to a word he was saying to him. He followed Ben’s eyes. “Ah, I see why we’re here.”  

Y/N, a spirited college girl with dreams as big as the Texas sky, who found herself working at Pop's to pay her bills, had caught his eye.  

She had a smile that could brighten even the dreariest of days and a heart as warm as the diner's famous apple pie. She juggled her demanding college schedule with late-night shifts at Pop's, always serving up kindness alongside each order. 

Both men saw how Y/N was talking to a regular, "Y/N, my dear," Mr. Thompson said, his voice tinged with sadness, "I'll miss seeing your smiling face behind that counter." Y/N flashed him a warm smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'll miss you Mr. Thompson.” she winked before pouring some more coffee.  

As Y/N approached the booth where the two men sat, she couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that washed over her. The man she recognized had a confident aura about him, his features etched with a sense of determination that seemed oddly familiar. 

"Hey look who’s back. What can I get for you tonight?" Y/N greeted them with her trademark smile, though her curiosity lingered beneath the surface. The familiar man glanced up at her, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of recognition.  

"I'll have the usual, please," he said, flashing her a charming grin that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. As she scribbled down his order, her mind raced with possibilities. Where had she seen him before? 

As she scribbled down his order, her mind raced with possibilities. Where had she seen him before? As Y/N returned to their table with the order, Ben's curious gaze met hers. 

"Why are you leaving?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine interest. Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected question. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking to the old veteran at the bar," he continued, nodding subtly in the direction of Mr. Thompson. 

"Oh, it's just... my college schedule changed, and I can't work here anymore," she explained, her tone tinged with disappointment. Ben nodded thoughtfully. "I see," he replied, though there was a glimmer of something else in his eyes. 

“It sounded like there might be more to the story," Ben presses, Y/N keeps her friendly smile while straightens her back. “Well, don’t worry, nothing for clients to concern about.”  

As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but notice the amused laughter that erupted from the Legend, “you won’t win her over with your hero status that’s for sure.”  

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of Ben's gaze lingering on her as she conversed with Mr. Thompson at the bar. She maintained her friendly demeanour, oblivious to the thoughts racing through Ben's mind. 

As she straightened her back and returned to the table, she caught a glimpse of Ben's eyes scanning her body, his expression tinged with curiosity. A wave of discomfort washed over her, and she subtly adjusted her posture, hoping to deflect his gaze.  

As Y/N finished serving another table, the other man approached her with a proposition, his expression earnest as he spoke. "I'm actually looking for someone to help out with a special job. Flexible hours, good pay, and you get to choose when you work." 

Y/N's interest piqued at the offer, her curiosity getting the best of her. "What kind of job is it?" she inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the possibilities. 

The man leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's quite simple, really," he explained. "You see, my friend here," he gestured towards Ben, "is a veteran himself. He could use some company every now and then—dinner, walks, just talking. Nothing too complicated." 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected nature of the job offer. She glanced over at Ben, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties. Despite her initial hesitation, there was something about the sincerity in the man's voice that tugged at her heartstrings. 

As she weighed her options, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion stirring within her. The thought of providing companionship to someone in need resonated deeply with her, and she found herself nodding in agreement. 

"I think I'd like to give it a try," she looked back at the legend "That's wonderful to hear," he replied, extending his hand towards her. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll make it look like he asked you out to dinner. To boost his self confidence.” he winked.  

Y/N approached Ben's table, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. His smile greeted her, warm and inviting, as he looked up from his seat. 

"Hey there," he said, his voice tinged with a playful charm. “What eh, are you going to do know when you stop working here?”  

A shy smile gracing her lips. "I'm just trying to make the best of every opportunity that comes my way." Ben chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, in that case, how about another opportunity? Dinner tomorrow night, just you and me. What do you say?" 

“Well, my mom always told me never to go out with strange men. And eh, I never got your name.” She flirted. “Ben.” he said standing up to pay his bill. Leaving two-hundred-dollar bills on the table. Her eyes widen before looking back at him.  

Her eyes shining with anticipation. "I'd love to," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "Tomorrow night sounds perfect." Ben's grin widened at her acceptance, a sense of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Great, it's a date then," he said, his tone playful yet earnest. 

“I’ll pick you up at 8, here?” She nodded biting her lip. “Oh, and eh, where something classy.”  

 

-- 

Y/N smoothed down the fabric of her black short dress, feeling a tad self-conscious as she adorned herself with golden jewellery. The fancy restaurant Ben had chosen for their dinner felt worlds away from the cozy familiarity of Pop's Place.  

She couldn't help but feel out of place amidst the elegant surroundings, but as Ben took her hand and led her inside, a sense of excitement mingled with her nerves. 

As they settled into their seats, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of being underdressed compared to the other diners. Yet, as Ben flashed her a reassuring smile and complimented her appearance, she felt a warmth spread through her, easing the tension in her shoulders. 

Over dinner, Ben shared stories of his tours as a soldier, his experiences both harrowing and inspiring. Y/N listened intently, hanging on his lips, listening to every word.  

As they talked, a sense of familiarity washed over Y/N, like the pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. It suddenly dawned on her... Ben was Soldier Boy, the famous superhero whose exploits had captured the hearts of millions. 

-- 

As they stood outside her apartment building, Ben's suggestion to pay her cash for their future meet-ups caught Y/N off guard. She paused for a moment, considering his offer, unsure if she felt good about doing this ‘job’, her mind swirling with a mix of uncertainty and intrigue. 

After a moment's hesitation, Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I think that sounds like a good idea," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. The prospect of more time together, outside the confines of their initial meeting, filled her with a sense of anticipation. 

As Ben reached into his pocket to retrieve the cash, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in her stomach. He handed the money, but when she took it. Ben leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.  

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected gesture, her cheeks flushing with warmth. "I’ll call you" Ben said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. 

"You call me." Y/N echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. 

-- 

Y/N stirred awake as the insistent beeping of her alarm clock pierced through the early morning silence. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself enveloped in the warmth of his bed, in his loft, the familiar presence of Ben lying beside her. 

As she reached over to silence the alarm, her mind was flooded with memories of the night before. He was upset yet with massage and a blow job she did manage to ease him.

Turning off the alarm, Y/N glanced over at Ben, who was beginning to stir from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open.  

"Morning," she murmured, his voice husky with sleep answered. "Do you really have to go to school?” Puling her closer. “I do. That’s kind of the whole point why I'm doing this.”  

As agreed, in the first night they had spent, she never wanted to kiss. Kissing was too personal, but his lips were allowed on the rest of her skin.

His lips moved closer to her neck, his hand pinching her breasts.  

“Ben, please...” she tried but he cut her off. “Hmm, I love it when you beg.” With a sigh she tried again. “Ben, I have an art gallery to prepare for tonight, remember, our class is selling the artwork.”  

“Haven’t I paid enough last night Doll? It that it?” he kissed her neck. “I can give more if you stay an extra hour.” Y/N's heart sank as Ben's casual remark. She shifted uncomfortably, her mind reeling with a mix of frustration and hurt.  

Every time he brought up money, it felt like a painful reminder of the transactional nature of their relationship, a reality she had been struggling to come to terms with. 

"Ben, can we talk about this?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't like it when you bring up money like that. It makes me feel... I don't know, like I'm just a transaction to you." 

Ben's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression clouded with frustration. "What's the problem?" he asked, his tone brusque. "I've been paying you for the past six months, haven't I? I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of it." 

“Well... I’m not a whore, Ben!” she looks at him. "You're not?" Ben scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Could've fooled me." Y/N recoiled at his ruthless response, the sting of his words cutting deep. She had hoped for understanding, for compassion, but this made her remember what kind of animal he was.  

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she struggled to find her voice amidst the wave of emotions crashing over her. “I’m leaving.” she said. With a heavy heart, she knew that it was time to walk away from Ben.  

As Y/N stormed out of the door, her anger and frustration boiling over, Ben's instinct was to reach out and stop her. telling her not to overreact. But before he could even utter a word, she was gone. 

--  

As Y/N stood amidst the vibrant displays of the art gallery, her heart swelled with pride and accomplishment. The event she had organized with her school was a resounding success, a testament to her hard work and dedication. 

Yet, beneath the surface of her triumph, a sense of unease lingered. Despite the joyous atmosphere surrounding her, Y/N couldn't shake the weight of the unresolved tension between her and Ben. 

Throughout the evening, she had been ignoring his calls, unable to face the turmoil that awaited her on the other end of the line. 

As the auctioneer's voice filled the room, Y/N's heart raced with anticipation. Her painting, a labour of love and creativity, was about to find a new home, all in the name of charity. She sat up straight, surrounded by her fellow students, each of them eager to see her work find the recognition it deserved. 

The bidding began, starting at a modest $200. Y/N held her breath as the numbers climbed slowly, each bid bringing her closer to her goal. But as the bidding stalled, Y/N's hope began to wane. She wanted nothing more than for her painting to fetch a respectable price, not just for herself, but for the charity it represented. 

"Remember, people, it's for charity," the auctioneer said. Just as Y/N began to fear that her painting might not garner the attention it deserved, a familiar voice broke through the silence. "Five thousand dollars." 

His voice cut through the hushed murmurs of the crowd. Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected turn of events. She turned to look at Ben, her gaze filled with a mixture of disbelief, anger and gratitude. 

Despite her inner turmoil, Y/N found herself drawn towards Ben, her steps faltering as she finally stood before him. She looked into his eyes, searching for answers, "Why are you here, Ben?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“You haven’t been returning my calls.” he said in a dominant voice. “To most people that’s a clear sign.” He could hear the venom dripping in her voice. As Y/N stood there, grappling with her emotions, the unexpected appearance of her boyfriend surprised her.

"Congratulations Honey."

She felt his familiar presence beside her, his lips pressing against her cheek in a congratulatory kiss. His affectionate gesture brought a bittersweet smile to her lips, reminding her she never told Ben she was seeing someone.  

She noticed his eyes darken with rage. “Alex meet Ben, Ben this is Alex, my boyfriend.” The men shook hands. “Honey, we’re going to celebrate are you coming?” she smiled soft, “I eh, I’m going to my apartment after this. But you go have fun.”  

He shrugged his shoulders. "Thanks, sweetheart," he replied before kissing her lips soft goodbye. Turning her attention back to Ben, Y/N couldn't help but notice the subtle shift. His jaw tensed, his eyes darkening with a flicker of jealousy as he watched her interact with her boyfriend.  

His voice took on a commanding tone, his words laced with possessiveness as he declared, "What part of you are mine didn’t you get, YN." He grabbed her arm tight pushing her through the crowed into a corner next to the restrooms.  

Y/N recoiled at his agressive behaviour, her own frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm not yours or anyone else's," she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance. "You can't expect me to be exclusive to you." 

Ben's eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I pay you enough, Y/N," he retorted, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me, and don't you dare forget it." 

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her anger boiling over at his callous words. "I’m nothing but a prostitute for you, a transaction for your pleasure." She bit back. “So no Ben, I'm not!”  

"Is that so, last night I did hear you moan you're mine, over and over."

“Fuck, ever thought about the fact I might just say the fucking thing you want me to say when we fuck to please you!” The seconds those words were said she knew she made a mistake.  

Y/N's heart pounded with fear as Ben's aggression escalated, his grip tightening around her wrist as he forcefully pushed her into the restroom. She stumbled forward, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to regain her balance. 

The two girls standing in front of the mirror turned to look at the commotion, their eyes widening in shock as they took in the scene unfolding before them. "Get out!" he growled. When they left, he locked the door.  

With a burst of desperation, she pushed against him, struggling to break free from his grasp. his hands forcefully turning her towards the mirror, her body bending over the sink against her will. She felt his hands on her panties, a wave of revulsion washing over her as she instinctively resisted. 

"Let me go, Ben!" she pleaded, her voice quivering with fear. "Please, just let. Me. go!" In a burst of desperation, she turned towards him, her hand connecting with his face in a sharp, resounding slap. The sound echoed through the restroom, cutting through the tension like a knife. 

Y/N stood there, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes blazing with defiance as she faced him down. She refused to be a victim, "I won't let you do this to me anymore. I'm not yours to control." 

As their eyes locked in a charged silence, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions, Y/N felt something shift inside her. It was as if a floodgate had been opened, unleashing a torrent of raw passion and desire. 

Without a word, she reached out and grabbed Ben by the hair, pulling him towards her with a fierce urgency. Their bodies collided, their lips crashing together in a hungry, aggressive kiss that left them both breathless. 

They kissed with a primal intensity, their mouths moving against each other with a desperate fervour. Lips were bitten, tongues clashed in a battle for dominance, as they both surrendered to the fiery passion that consumed them. 

As Y/N's fingers fumbled with the buckle of Ben's belt, her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and desire. She could feel the heat radiating between them, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.  

Already forgotten what had happened seconds ago.  

But before she could fully grasp the gravity of the moment, she saw the mischievous glint in Ben's eyes, a warning sign that sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine. 

Before she could react, Ben's hands were on her, his fingers tearing her panties apart with a sudden, forceful motion. The fabric gave way with a sharp rip, leaving Y/N feeling exposed and vulnerable in the wake of his aggression. 

As Ben lifted her onto the cold marble countertop, Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her.  

But as Ben pushed himself inside her, a sharp pain shot through Y/N's body, causing her to gasp in discomfort. She wasn't ready for him, not nearly wet enough to take him like this, and the sudden intrusion left her feeling overwhelmed.  

Each thrust sent waves of pain rippling through her, but she refused to let it consume her. To cope she bit his neck, making him growl underneath his heavy breath.  

As Ben's thrusts were forceful, each slap of his hips against hers sending shockwaves of sensation through her body, his hands pinching her hips. Holding her still against him. 

She gasped with each impact, the sound of each hiss echoing in the small confines of the room, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of their bodies. At first, the intensity of his movements were unpleasant.  

With each thrust, she felt herself growing wetter, her arousal building with every brush of his skin against hers. The pain of his aggression began to meld with the pleasure of their connection, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy until she couldn't distinguish between the two. 

Her body responded to him instinctively, arching against him in a silent plea for more. Each slap of his hips against hers sent ripples of pleasure cascading through her, building with each passing moment until she felt herself teetering on the edge of release. 

As Y/N reached the peak of ecstasy, her body convulsed with pleasure, her screams of release echoing in the room. Every muscle tensed as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her gasping for breath in the aftermath of her climax. 

As they both struggled to catch their breath, their eyes met in a silent exchange of longing and desire. Ben moved closer, his lips parting as if to initiate a kiss, but a flicker of hesitation crossed his features as he remembered they agreed not to kiss. 

But before he could pull away, Y/N surprised him by reaching out and taking his face in her hands, her touch firm. With a fierce determination, she leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss, her mouth moving against his with a hunger born of desperation and longing. 

"Are you ok?" He asked, she was surprised by the loving tone of his voice. She nodded, but when she put her foot on the floor her knees seemed to fail to hold her.

Ben steadied her by holding her side with one arm.

With a deep breath, Ben broke the tender embrace, his eyes softening as he asked Y/N if she had dinner yet. She shook her head, her stomach rumbling in agreement.

Without another word, Ben took her hand in his, a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance, and led her out of the room. 

The night air was cool against their skin as they walked together, the tension of their earlier encounter slowly dissipating with each step. Y/N found herself leaning into Ben's warmth, grateful for his presence by her side. 

As they arrived at the diner where Y/N used to work, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. It had been so long since she had set foot in this place, yet the memories came flooding back with startling clarity, the late nights, the endless cups of coffee, the friendship of her coworkers. 

As they settled into a booth, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that there were still much to talk about. As Y/N gazed at Ben, her curiosity getting the best of her, she couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in her mind.  

"Why me?" she questioned, her voice soft with uncertainty. "There are so many other women out there, even more beautiful than me." 

Ben's eyes softened as he listened to her words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Y/N," he began, his voice gentle yet earnest, "beauty is subjective. And to me, you're perfection." 

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion, her heart fluttering with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. Ben took a deep breath, not sure if he was willing to share the truth. “To me, a woman is sexy when, she has confidence and strength, someone who isn't afraid to be herself, flaws and all." 

Y/N listened intently, her heart swelling with a newfound sense of appreciation. She had never considered herself to be anyone's ideal, least of all Ben's. "And as for physical beauty," Ben continued. 

"I've always been drawn to women with curves, with hips and thighs that speak of strength and sensuality. A little belly, perhaps, you know like Marilyn Monroe, soft and inviting, most important, naturel.”  

As Y/N looked at Ben, a shadow of sadness still lingering in her eyes. "You wanted to sleep with me from the start, didn't you?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "The story about wanting someone to talk to was a lie." 

Ben's expression softened as he listened to her words, a flicker of regret crossing his features. He knew that he had misled her, "I won't deny that I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you," he admitted.  

Y/N finished her meal, she knew that she needed some time alone to process everything that had transpired between her and Ben. "I think I can walk home," she announced quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. 

Ben watched her carefully, his eyes filled with concern. He knew that he couldn't let her walk alone in the streets of New York. Without a word, he rose from his seat and followed her out of the diner, a silent guardian at her side. 

The streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of the city, the sounds of traffic and voices mingling together in a symphony of urban chaos. But as they neared her apartment building, Ben reached out and gently took her arm, his touch halting her in her tracks.  

"Y/N," he began, his voice soft with emotion, "please don't shut me out.” His voice sounded broken. Y/N turned to face him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She wanted to believe him, to trust that his intentions were genuine, but the wounds of the past still lingered, casting a shadow over their fragile connection. 

"I don't know, Ben," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need some time to think." As she started to walk away, Ben took a deep breath, he called out to her again, his voice carrying with it a sense of urgency and vulnerability. 

She waited in silence as Ben gathered his thoughts, "I came back to the diner because of you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way you talked to the veteran at your old job, the kindness and compassion in your voice, it drew me to you in a way I can't explain." 

"And when I met you," Ben continued when she kept quiet, his voice growing stronger with each word, "I felt even more drawn to you. Your intelligence, your wit, your beauty... it made me realize how much I wanted you.”  

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words.  

“I-I may have been jealous and dominant, but it's only because I don’t want you to leave me.” Y/N took in his words. With a smile she nodded soft, she walked closer to him.  

Her hand moved over his cheek. “I know you feel the same way.” he said. “You broke your own rule, no kissing.” She smiled at his observation “You noticed.”  

His voice toned down to a whisper. “You have no idea how long I wanted to claim those lips.” he kept looking between them and her eyes. His thumb moved over the bottom lip, looking hungry.  

“What are you waiting for... Claim me.”  

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[lila-lou]

So,

I started a new show a few weeks ago and was just going through Tumblr.

Fuck, I've realized that not every fandom is this level of dirty and kinky.

The question is, is this one on Jensen or us? 🤣

[jackles010378]

Look at him 😍

He's just a baby 🥹💚

[sharkaiju]

My fave is problematic TO YOU. I don't give a shit tho

[anakinism]

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