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vanshoundd · 3 days
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The Boys in DUNE AU [3]
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lila-lou · 3 days
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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: 18+ only! Smut, Language
Word Count: 5400
A/N: This is part 14 of “His only exeption”.
English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨
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Ben pulled down your shorts and panties, his hands gentle yet determined, he paused to admire the sight before him. "Such a pretty pussy", he murmured appreciatively.
As he began to kiss your soft folds, his lips moving slowly up and down, you couldn't help but arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips.
"Ben", you gasped, your voice trembling with need, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body.
"You taste so fucking sweet", he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and enticing. Each movement of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn't help but let out a low moan of satisfaction.
As Ben's lips trailed down your body, he gently removed your shorts and panties. With precision and intent, he pressed soft kisses along the tender skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to your throbbing center.
His tongue dipped between your folds, tracing slow, deliberate circles around your clit. He teased the sensitive bud with gentle flicks and licks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each pass of his tongue, he applied just the right amount of pressure, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.
His lips closed around your clit, sucking gently as his tongue continued its relentless assault. He alternated between swirling and sucking, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from your lips. His movements were rhythmic and methodical, building the tension within you.
You arched your back, your hands clutching at the sheets as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His touch was both tender and commanding, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to send you spiraling into bliss.
"You taste so fucking good, sweetheart", he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this all night".
His words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin as he continued to eat you out.
You moaned softly in response. With each passing moment, you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy, your body trembling with anticipation.
He sucked on your clit hard, the sensation was so intense that your stomach muscles clenched, not sure if they were in for pleasure or an unexpected workout. “Whoa, easy tiger”, you chuckled.
Ben paused for a moment, his lips still tantalizingly close to your sensitive skin as he flashed you a mischievous grin. "What's the matter, can't handle a little extra suction?", he teased, his tone playful yet wicked.
You couldn't help but laugh, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "Oh, I can handle it", you shot back, a hint of challenge in your voice. "But I might need to schedule a massage for my stomach muscles afterwards".
Ben's grin widened at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Consider it part of the service", he quipped before diving back in.
"Alright, alright, you win", you chuckled, unable to withstand the intensity any longer. You gently tugged on Ben's hair, signaling for him to ease up a bit.
Ben lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he met your gaze. "Had enough, huh?", he teased.
You nodded, still laughing softly. "Yeah, just give me a moment to catch my breath", you replied.
Ben grinned mischievously as he made his way back up to your lips, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Why don't you taste yourself, sweetheart?", he suggested, his voice low and suggestive. "See just how fucking good you are".
You couldn't help but blush at his bold suggestion, but the anticipation of his kiss mixed with the lingering taste of yourself was undeniably arousing. With a shy smile, you leaned forward, meeting his lips halfway as you both savored the intoxicating blend of desire and pleasure.
As Ben's tongue delved deeper into the kiss, his movements growing more fervent, you felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection pressing against your pussy through his sweatpants. Despite the tantalizing sensation, you knew you were too sore for anything more tonight, and apparently, so did he.
Breaking the kiss, you met his gaze with a mixture of desire and restraint. "I think we both know what I want", you murmured, "but I don't think I can handle it tonight".
"I won't push you", he replied, his tone gentle yet tinged with longing. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the view".
With a smirk, he leaned back slightly, his gaze wandering over your flushed skin with undisguised desire. "And what a view it is".
You couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious under Ben's intense gaze, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you instinctively hid your face.
Ben chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Aw, don't be shy now. You've got nothing to hide, doll. Trust me, I've seen it all".
Despite your embarrassment, his playful tone eased some of the tension, and you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh.
"You know", he began, his voice laced with amusement, "you're not half bad for a first-timer. Maybe I should give you a gold star or something".
You nudged him with your elbow. "Oh, please", you retorted, rolling your eyes. "I think I can do without the gold star".
Ben chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “You’re something else, you know that?”, he said, his tone warm.
You smiled playfully, feeling bold in the moment. "So, does that mean you can make another exception and let me sleep in your bed tonight, cuddling?", you asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
Ben's expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he replied, "I don't cuddle with anyone, you know that".
You leaned in closer, your tone softening as you looked into his eyes. "But you've made exceptions for me before", you pointed out, hoping to persuade him.
Ben hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching yours before he relented with a small sigh. "Alright, but just for tonight", he conceded.
You grinned triumphantly, feeling a surge of warmth at his concession. "Deal", you replied.
You snuggled closer to Ben, pressing yourself against his side with one arm draped over his stomach and your face nestled against his chest. “You know, it’s kind of hot how your biceps could crush me within seconds”, you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.
Ben chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to accidentally get crushed”.
His eyes sparkling with amusement. "But hey, if you're into that kind of thing, I could give it a try", he teased while he lightly flexed his arm.
You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. "I think I'll pass on the crushing for now", you replied, unable to suppress a smile.
Ben chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Your loss", he teased, giving you a gentle squeeze with his arm.
As you traced gentle patterns on Ben's chest, the atmosphere between you felt oddly intimate, prompting you to broach a delicate topic.
"Hey, Ben", you began softly, "were you and Crimson Countess really together, or was it just for show?".
His gaze meeting yours with a mix of emotions. "Yeah, we were", he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "At least, I thought we were. But she let me down, betrayed me to Stan Edgar".
You felt a pang of sympathy for Ben, realizing that the situation with Crimson Countess had likely left him feeling hurt and betrayed. It also confirmed your suspicion that his previous relationships had been far from ideal.
You couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity as you asked, "Did you love her?".
Ben's expression darkened at the mention of love, his jaw tensing visibly. "Love?", he scoffed bitterly. "Yeah, I thought I did. But turns out, she was just another conniving bitch looking out for herself".
As you felt Ben tense even more underneath you, you hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I… I'm sorry", you murmured, your voice soft with sympathy.
Ben sighed heavily, his gaze distant as he spoke. "It's fine", he replied, his tone guarded. "I just… I wanted things with her. Wanted a family, kids, all that stuff".
His admission took you by surprise. Despite his tough exterior, it was clear that he had his own hopes and dreams, just like anyone else.
Ben's mood shifted suddenly, his vulnerability giving way to a familiar defensive stance. "Cut that pussy feeling shit", he snapped, his tone harsher than before.
Taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, you recoiled slightly, feeling the sting of his words. "I… I didn't mean to upset you", you stammered, unsure of how to react.
Ben's expression softened slightly. "Forget it", he muttered, his voice softer now but still tinged with irritation. "Let's just… drop it".
Ben's grip tightened slightly around you as he spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and resignation. "She's dead anyway", he muttered. "And even if she wasn't, she's probably past her prime for popping out kids".
"I´m sorry", you mumbled.
Ben's hand moved to give your ass a light slap before he pulled you even tighter against himself. "Alright, enough of that", he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Time to sleep now. We're not discussing this any further".
You nodded silently, sensing his need for distance from the topic. "Can you hold me closer? I'm cold".
Ben sighed slightly, a hint of annoyance in his tone, but he obliged nonetheless. He turned more towards you, facing you directly, and pulled you closer so that your face was pressed against his chest, and he could wrap both arms around you. As he adjusted, he couldn't help but groan softly. "You've got a lot of fucking requests", he muttered, his voice laced with amusement despite the irritation.
You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his chest against your cheek. "I just want some nuclear warmth from your chest", you replied, half-jokingly. Ben smirked, his arms tightening around you.
"Oh, I can give you the full dose sweetheart", he teased. "Then you definitely wouldn't be cold anymore".
You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, but then I'd also be toast", you quipped.
Ben's fingers brushed lightly over your back, tracing lazy circles as he continued to tease you.
"Ah, but what a way to go, eh?", he joked, his tone playful as he leaned in closer to you. You couldn't help but smile.
"I suppose there are worse ways", you replied, leaning into his touch. With a soft chuckle, Ben pulled you even closer, his fingers still dancing over your skin. "Just remember, you asked for it".
Ben leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a soft moan from you. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint.
"Careful with those noises, sweetheart", he whispered huskily, his breath warm against your skin. "Make them again, and I might just forget about your soreness and fuck you stupid".
You chuckled nervously at his words, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. "Noted", you replied, trying to hide the excitement that stirred within you at the thought.
Ben leaned in to peck your lips one more time before pulling you close and closing his eyes. A rare sense of contentment washed over him as he held you in his arms, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth.
In that moment, he allowed himself to forget about the chaos of their world. All that mattered was the comforting weight of you against him, the soft rhythm of your breaths lulling him into a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.
As sleep began to claim him, Ben tightened his hold on you, silently grateful for this moment of quiet amidst the storm. And as he drifted off, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this connection than he had ever dared to admit.
The next morning arrived with a gentle glow filtering through the curtains, casting a soft light over the room. As Ben stirred, he slowly became aware of your presence, still peacefully asleep beside him. He watched you for a moment, not wanting to disturb your rest.
Carefully, Ben eased himself out of bed, making sure not to jostle you. He moved with practiced precision, his movements silent as he retrieved his clothes from the floor. With a lingering glance in your direction, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of reluctance at the thought of leaving you behind.
As he dressed, Ben’s gaze softened as he watched you sleep, a sense of protectiveness swelling within him. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, his touch gentle as he leaned down to press a fleeting kiss to your forehead.
It wasn't until you heard the rustle of his belt that you woke up.
You held out your hand, still half-asleep, with your eyes closed. “Can’t you just stay in bed with me a little longer?”, you mumbled, your voice laced with sleepiness.
Ben glanced over at you with a smirk, shaking his head in amusement. “As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart, duty calls”, he replied. “Besides, I can’t have you getting too attached now, can I?”.
You huffed playfully, opening your eyes to shoot him a mock glare. “Who said anything about getting attached?”, you retorted, your tone equally teasing.
With a chuckle, Ben finished adjusting his suit and leaned down to press another quick kiss to your forehead. “Just making sure, doll”, he replied, his smirk widening.
You watched as Ben straightened up, ready to head out for his mission. "Stay safe out there", you said, genuine concern in your voice as you reached out to touch his arm.
Ben flashed you a cocky grin, his smirk never far from his lips. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I can handle myself".
Rolling your eyes at his typical bravado, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "I'm serious, Ben. Just be careful", you insisted, your voice soft but firm.
With a shrug, Ben waved off your concern. "Relax, I've been in tougher spots than this", he quipped. "I'll be back before you know it".
You watched him go, a mixture of worry and frustration bubbling inside you. As much as you wanted to believe his confident facade, there was always a lingering sense of uncertainty when it came to Ben.
As the day unfolded, you found yourself alone with Frenchie, the rest of the team having departed for their mission in Europe. When Frenchie called out that dinner was ready in the evening, you welcomed the opportunity to break the silence.
"Hey, dinner's served. Come on over", Frenchie called from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.
"Thanks, Frenchie. I'll be right there", you replied, mustering a small smile as you made your way to the dining area.
Taking a seat at the table, you exchanged a knowing glance with Frenchie, silently acknowledging the absence of the others. Despite the quietude, there was a sense of comfort in the familiarity of each other's company.
"How are you holding up?", Frenchie asked softly, his tone filled with empathy as he met your gaze.
You sighed, grateful for the chance to share your thoughts. "I'm okay", you replied honestly, taking solace in the presence of a friend. "Just adjusting to the quiet".
Frenchie’s gaze was gentle as he spoke, his concern evident in his voice. “So, how are things with you and Soldier Boy? Seems like you two are getting along again”, he remarked, his tone careful.
You couldn’t help but smile at Frenchie’s observation. “Yeah, we’re… figuring things out”, you replied, choosing your words carefully.
Frenchie’s curiosity was piqued, evident in the furrow of his brow as he leaned in slightly. “Figuring things out, huh? Care to elaborate?”, he asked.
You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to brush off his inquiry. “Oh, you know, just navigating the usual ups and downs”, you replied vaguely, hoping to steer the conversation away from the topic.
But Frenchie wasn’t easily deterred, his curiosity only growing. “Come on, spill the beans. You two seemed pretty cozy lately”, he pressed, a playful glint in his eyes.
Your nerves fluttered as Frenchie persisted, his playful demeanor making it difficult to evade his questions. "Well, let's just say we're both a work in progress".
But Frenchie wasn't fooled. "Uh-huh, I see", he replied, his tone teasing. "By the way, I heard some pretty intense noises coming from Soldier Boy's room the other day", he said, his eyebrows raised suggestively. "Definitely sounded like they were coming from you".
Your cheeks flushed crimson as you struggled to come up with a response, feeling utterly exposed under Frenchie's knowing gaze.
You stammered, your mind racing for a plausible explanation. "Oh, um, we were just… uh, training!", you blurted out, your voice sounding far too loud in the suddenly tense atmosphere.
Frenchie arched an eyebrow. "Training, huh? Sounds like quite the workout", he replied, his tone laced with amusement.
You laughed, attempting to downplay the situation. "Yeah, you know how intense our training sessions can get", you said, hoping he would buy your flimsy excuse.
"Sure, sure. Whatever you say", he replied.
Frenchie's expression grew serious as he leaned in closer, his tone low and earnest. "Listen, just be careful around Soldier Boy, okay? He's not exactly known for playing by the rules", he warned, his concern evident in his voice.
"I'll keep that in mind".
With a reassuring smile, Frenchie patted your hand gently before returning his attention to his meal. But you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of your mind.
"Hey, Frenchie, could you… keep this between us? I don't want anyone else getting the wrong idea", you requested.
Frenchie chuckled softly, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Your secret's safe with me, but I can't promise I won't enjoy teasing you about it".
You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at his teasing. "Thanks, Frenchie. I owe you one", you said gratefully.
With a grin, Frenchie raised his glass in a mock toast. "To secrets and silent agreements", he quipped before taking a sip of his drink, the tension easing between you.
You groaned as your phone buzzed, rudely jolting you awake in the middle of the night. With bleary eyes, you glanced at the caller ID and saw Ben´s name flashing on the screen. Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly answered the call, already bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he was about to spew.
"What do you want?", you grumbled, your voice laced with irritation as you answered the call.
Ben chuckled on the other end of the line. "Well, well, well, look who's got an attitude", he teased. "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to answer the phone properly?".
You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "Do you have any idea what time it is?", you groaned softly, your exhaustion evident in your voice as you leaned back against your pillow.
As he lounged on his balcony in Spain, the heat from your tired moan sent a jolt of arousal through Ben's body, his cock stirring with desire. "Mmm, sounds like someone's a little cranky", his smirk audible even over the phone. "Guess I'll have to come tuck you in and kiss you goodnight, sweetheart".
You chuckled tiredly. "Oh, I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you? But I think I'll pass"
"Ah, playing hard to get, are we? I like a challenge", he remarked, his tone teasing but with an underlying desire.
You leaned in closer to the phone, your curiosity piqued. “How’s shit going over there?”, you asked, eager for any updates from Ben.
Ben’s voice crackled through the line, filled with a sense of anticipation. “We’ve got a lead on that fucker”, he replied, his tone tinged with excitement. “We’re gearing up to go in about an hour”.
“Watch your back out there”, you said softly, a note of concern creeping into your voice.
Ben chuckled on the other end of the line, his voice tinged with amusement. “Ah, don’t worry your pretty little head about me, sweetheart”, he replied. “I’ve handled worse cocksucker than Homelander”.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his bravado, though a part of you appreciated his attempt to brush off your concerns. “Just promise me you’ll be careful”, you insisted, unable to shake the feeling of unease.
Ben’s tone softened slightly, though the edge of cockiness remained. “Always am, doll”.
You sighed, a hint of exasperation in your voice. "Cut the sarcasm, Ben. This isn't a joke", you chided.
Ben's amusement was palpable even from miles away. "Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist", he replied, his voice laced with humor. "Speaking of which, are you naked right now? Trying to distract me with some late-night phone sex?".
"Seriously, Ben? We're talking about a dangerous mission here", you retorted, your frustration growing.
But Ben just chuckled, unfazed by your scolding. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll be fine", he reassured you.
You rolled your eyes. "Try taking this seriously for once, Soldier Boy", you snapped back, irritation creeping into your voice.
"Relax, babe. I'll handle it", he replied, his cockiness grating on your nerves.
"Yeah, because your ego is the size of Texas", you muttered under your breath.
“You know you love my confidence, sweetheart”.
You couldn’t help but shake your head at his arrogance. “I tolerate it, at best”, you retorted, unable to resist poking fun at him.
“Ah, but you tolerate it so well”, Ben quipped, his tone playful despite the serious topic at hand.
Rolling your eyes, you decided to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Fine, Soldier Boy. But don’t forget, while you’re out there playing hero, I’ll be here keeping an eye on things”, you said, trying to sound more serious this time.
Ben’s demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. “Actually, keep an eye out for Vought”, he said, his tone becoming more solemn. “I’ve got a bad feeling they’re planning something big”.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern at his warning. “Vought? What could they possibly be up to now?”, you mused aloud, the unease in your stomach growing.
“Who knows”. Ben replied with a sigh.
As Ben let out a sigh, a faint voice called out for him in the background. “Soldier Boy! We’re moving out in five!”.
Ben’s irritation was palpable as he glanced away from the phone, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “Damn it”, he muttered under his breath, shooting a frustrated glance towards where the voice came from.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his predicament. “Looks like duty calls, Soldier Boy”.
"Yeah, yeah, duty calls", he grumbled.
"Just make sure you don't trip over your own ego on the way out".
Ben chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "I'll do my best", he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
Before you could say anything else, Ben's voice turned serious again. "Listen, I'll be out of touch for a while, but I want you to do something for me", he said, his tone sincere.
Your heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity of his words. "Of course, Ben. What is it?".
There was a pause before he spoke again, his voice low and intense. "I want you to touch yourself every night until I'm back. Got it? Keep yourself satisfied for me".
Your cheeks flushed but still you rolled your eyes. Was he able to remain serious about this topic in particular?
Still you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you at his words. "I can do that", you mumbled.
"Good", Ben said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll be back in two weeks. Until then, take care of yourself, sweetheart".
And with that, the line went dead, leaving you with a mix of emotions and a promise to keep until Ben returned.
With a sigh, you set the phone down beside you, a part of you was still worried about his safety on the mission.
But deciding there was nothing more you could do for now, you snuggled back into your blankets, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. Closing your eyes, you let out a long exhale, willing yourself to push aside your concerns and drift back into the embrace of sleep.
As you settled into a comfortable position, thoughts of Ben and the mission gradually faded into the background, replaced by the gentle lull of darkness and dreams. And as sleep claimed you once more, you couldn't help but cling to the hope that Ben would return safely, ready to pick up right where you left off.
A week passed with no word from Ben, leaving you restless and anxious. Frenchie, sensing your mood, decided to take matters into his own hands. "Alright, enough sulking, mon amie", he declared, marching into your room with determination.
You looked up from where you were sitting, surprised by his sudden intrusion. "Frenchie, I'm not really in the mood for training right now", you protested weakly, unable to muster much enthusiasm.
But Frenchie was having none of it. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, ignoring your protests. "No excuses. You need to keep your mind sharp", he insisted, his tone firm.
As you reluctantly followed him to the training area, Frenchie suddenly jabbed his elbow into your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey, pay attention!", he scolded.
"Ow!", you exclaimed, rubbing your arm where he had hit you. "What was that for?".
Frenchie sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "You're not focused, mon amie. You need to be ready for anything, especially now", he explained, his tone softened slightly.
Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders, ready to throw yourself into the training session with renewed determination. Frenchie wasted no time, launching into a series of quick strikes and dodges, forcing you to react instinctively.
As the two of you sparred, the tension in your muscles began to melt away, replaced by a sense of focus and purpose.
Frenchie's teasing voice broke through your concentration. "You know, it's almost like you miss Soldier Boy", he remarked with a smirk, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off his comment. "Please, Frenchie. I don't miss his ego or his cheesy one-liners", you retorted, though a small part of you couldn't deny the truth in his words.
Frenchie chuckled, his movements fluid as he continued to spar with you. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, mon amie", he replied, his tone teasing but gentle.
Despite your protests, a pang of longing tugged at your heart, reminding you of the absence that loomed over you like a shadow.
As the training session continued, Frenchie couldn’t resist poking fun at you a little more. “You know, if you miss him that much, we can always find a cardboard cutout of Soldier Boy to spar with”, he teased.
You scoffed, but couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “I’ll pass, thanks. I think one Soldier Boy in my life is more than enough”, you quipped back, your tone laced with sarcasm.
Frenchie laughed, the sound echoing in the training room.
"Alright, fair point", Frenchie conceded, still grinning. "But hey, at least Soldier Boy has his moments".
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, does he now? I must have missed those", you replied, feigning innocence.
A playful glint flashed in your eyes as you feigned a punch towards him, making him dodge with a laugh. "And what about you, Frenchie? Don't you miss Kimiko?", you asked, unable to resist turning the tables.
Frenchie's expression softened, a wistful smile crossing his lips. "Of course I do", he admitted, his tone gentle. "But hey, absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?".
Before you could respond, Frenchie's playful demeanor shifted as he lunged forward with a quick jab, catching you off guard. You let out a surprised grunt as his fist made contact with your belly, the impact knocking the wind out of you.
"Oof!", you exclaimed, doubling over slightly as you tried to catch your breath.
Frenchie grinned unapologetically, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sorry, couldn't resist".
You chuckled, shaking your head as you straightened up. "Remind me never to ask you about missing someone again", you said with a playful smirk, knowing full well that Frenchie's charm could always catch you off guard.
As the evening came, you went out to get some groceries. As you walked towards the supermarket parking lot, the cool evening air filled your lungs, offering a brief respite from the worries that had been weighing on your mind. However, your moment of peace was short-lived as a big black SUV pulled up beside you, its engine rumbling ominously.
Instinctively, you slowed your pace, feeling a knot of unease forming in the pit of your stomach. Glancing around, you noticed the lack of pedestrians nearby, the empty street adding to the sense of isolation.
Before you could react, the window of the SUV rolled down, revealing two figures seated inside.
The man in the expensive suit leaned out of the window, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. "Get in the car, now", he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, your instincts screaming at you to run. But before you could make a move, you noticed the glint of a gun in his hand, the metal barrel gleaming menacingly in the dim light.
You realized that you were in serious trouble. The man's expression brooked no argument, and the sight of the gun left you with little choice.
Just as you were about to run away, a sharp, searing pain exploded in your shoulder as a gunshot echoed through the night, causing you to cry out in agony. Your vision blurred for a moment, the shock of the injury sending waves of dizziness crashing over you.
Before you could fully comprehend what had happened, strong hands gripped you roughly, pulling you towards the open door of the SUV. With a gasp of pain, you stumbled forward, feeling disoriented and helpless as you were dragged inside the vehicle.
As you collapsed onto the seat, your injured shoulder throbbing with every movement, you tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding around you.
The man who had shot you loomed over you, his expression impassive as he inspected his handiwork. "Should've cooperated from the start", he muttered.
Meanwhile, his accomplice closed the door behind you, sealing you in with your captors.
The SUV lurched into motion.
Clutching your bleeding shoulder, you mustered all the courage you could muster and demanded, "What the fuck do you want?".
The man who shot you merely sneered, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You'll find out soon enough", he replied cryptically.
Frustration boiled inside you as you realized they had no intention of giving you any answers. "This is bullshit!", you exclaimed, your voice shaking with anger and pain.
But your words fell on deaf ears.
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A/N: Well, that's probably not the best chapter, but I have to get on with the story somehow. I hope you like it anyway. Please let me know what you think.🥰
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Love the idea of Butcher with a husband that’s taller, meaner, and more stubborn than him. And you’d think they would be a terrible couple and they would fight all the time but it’s quite the opposite. They never fight, they’re nice to each other in their own weird ways, and they balance each other out perfectly. And overall they’re just a huge power couple.
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you-me-we-04 · 2 days
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The 6 degrees between Eric Kripke's universes and both current and former members of pro wrestling faction The Elite isn't either a full degree anymore we are always one bad day anyone from:
a) Cody Rhodes showing up on The Boys as a Homelander fanboy (Maybe even as himself?? since The Elite is a established thing in the world of The Boys)
b) The Elite doing a supernatural entrance
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denkiinu · 1 day
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homelandr:Why aren't you in MK1?
butcher:I don't know
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maylensherr · 3 days
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Billy butcher doodles
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vanshoundd · 2 days
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Trek knight being Trek knight in the Dune AU
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olliveolly · 2 days
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New art incoming 🥰
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We're all familiar with the image of Homelander as a superhero, but what would John look like if Vought had sent him into retirement?
Or if John had left on his own or was hiding from society?
As I like to imagine, he would get a bunch of cats, just collecting them on the street, watch Netflix 24/7, maybe write his biography without Vought supervision.
(In my AU version, he would be puzzled by getting a proper education and would anonymously sponsor a couple of extremely dubious organizations with his savings)
😉
Hope you enjoy ❤️
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professors-pet · 2 days
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For example
Homelander
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John
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Both
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Please reblog for bigger sample size
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homelanderbutbig · 2 days
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@sehtoast told me to post this. Please direct any blame towards my terrible sense of humour at him, lol.
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darunyama · 3 days
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I shat in the sink
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