This will be my pinned post! I’ll share what fandoms I am in and what I’m currently writing. (May update in the future.)
About my account:
I’m new with writing so I will be mostly focused on fluff.
Sometimes characters WILL be ooc (out of character)
I’m not good with explaining things in my fics, so feedback is appreciated! I’m also VERY new to Tumblr,
Most of my fics are FEM!Reader, but I will try to make them gender neutral when I can. I do NOT use AI in my writings, I fucking HATE AI. NO WINCEST it makes me uncomfortable.
If I am ever reblogging someone who is problematic, PLEASE TELL ME I’m not always online and don’t usually see people’s post. And I tend to follow people back when I can, but I don’t always see posts and stuff.
Warnings about my account:
18+ only. I may do fluff or crack fics, but I reblog NSFW and my writings will have suggestiveness.
There will be NO weird shit here, no pedophilia, no incest, none of it. Reader is always 21+
Fandoms I am in: (will update.)
The Boys
Supernatural
The walking dead
Marvel
Resident Evil
Characters I will be writing for: (may update)
Soldier Boy/ Ben (mostly focused)
Dean Winchester (work in progress)
Leon s Kennedy (no fic ideas yet)
Luis Serra (no ideas yet)
Who I am still learning about/ who I want to write with: (will update)
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Billy (William) Butcher
Homelander (John)
Jill Valentine
Negan Smith
Kimiko (TB)
Things about me:
I’m very socially awkward, but I try to talk as much as I can. I love Jensen Ackles (obviously). I’m very slow with writing, but I really want to try and post when I can. My fics aren’t long because I’m not too good at adding details. Also I’m very socially awkward, and I apologize.
its late and your period cramps are giving you a run for their money. lucky for you ben takes it upon himself to help.
warnings?: none, just reader in pain, ben actually lowkey helps and is understanding???
you were trying so hard not to make noise. this was the third time you had to get up, legs dangling on the edge of the bed, breathing shallow every time another cramp rolled through your stomach.
it almost worked too.
“if you keep twitching around like that,” ben grumbled into the darkness, “i’m gonna assume there’s a sniper outside.”
you groaned quietly while turning your head slightly to catch a figure beside you on the bed, then the lamp beside the bed clicked on.
soldier boy squinted at you, hair a mess, eyes narrowed with exhaustion and annoyance until he finally noticed the way you were curled into yourself.
“sorry,” you mumbled immediately. it had maybe a couple hours since ben had gotten home, you were already asleep and for once as if he knew, ben just stripped and slid into bed right next to you without making a peep.
“why’re you apologizing?”
“i woke you up.”
“yeah, well.” he rubbed a hand down his face. “hard to sleep next to somebody acting possessed.”
you let out the tiniest laugh before another cramp twisted through you and your expression dropped instantly. you straightened your back involuntarily at the cramp you felt moving down your back.
his entire demeanor shifted after that. not softer exactly, ben wasn’t soft just more alert.
“jesus christ,” he muttered, pushing himself upright. “they hurt that bad?”
you only nodded, embarrassed for some reason, like you had to apologize for it, still facing away from him. ben stared for another second like he was trying to decide whether this was normal or if something was actually wrong.
his face twisted somewhere between annoyed, confused, and concerned. “c’mere.”
you shuffled closer while he leaned back against the headboard. soldier boy wasn’t exactly known for being gentle, but his hand settled against your lower stomach surprisingly carefully, his large, warm palm pressing there while his thumb rubbed slow circles.
“women just… deal with this every month?” he said under his breath.
“pretty much.” you whispered covering your eyes with your hand.
“that’s bullshit.”
despite yourself, you laughed weakly.
he looked almost offended by the whole concept as he kept massaging your stomach, trying different pressures. every now and then he’d glance down at you to check if it helped.
“better?” he asked with a sigh.
“a little.”
you hear ben make a noise of satisfaction.
silence settled for a minute before he started talking again, quieter this time. “back in ‘84 i got food poisoning in tampa. thought i was dying. crying on the bathroom floor, whole thing.”
you blinked up at him. “you were crying?”
“don’t ruin the story.” he immediately said looking away for a moment.
another cramp hit and your face tightened instantly. his expression changed too, brows pulling together before he adjusted his hand again. what the fuck was your body doing?
he murmured, almost awkward about it. “breathe through it.”
he kept talking after that, low sleepy stories spilling out randomly while his hand continued moving over your stomach. stories about old tours, stupid fights, celebrities he hated, near-death situations he spoke so casually about.
at some point your head ended up against his chest while his hand continued its lazy circles over your stomach.
“still hurts?” he asked quietly after a while. “yeah,” you admitted.
he sighed dramatically, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.
“alright. guess i’m staying awake then.”
every time you tensed, his hand pressed a little firmer instinctively.
eventually your breathing evened out and ben glanced down when he realized you’d gone quiet. he grazed your shoulder as he whispered “you asleep?”
“mhm.”
“good.”
“seriously though. this happens every month?” he mutters in pure confusion. you turn to snuggle deeper into his chest.
when you hummed tiredly against his chest, he looked genuinely disturbed.
Virgin!Reader wants to lose her v-card, but doesn’t want it to be to a complete stranger. Not being in a place long enough to actually get to know someone she "man up" and asks her best friend (one of the Winchester brothers) to take her virginity — while hoping he doesn't find it weird or ruins their friendship.
(I don't mind it, but I would really like it if he wasn't secretly in love with her already... idk, sometimes it just makes it feel like then it's for him and not her)
⋆｡ ˚ just once
summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ when you finally work up the courage to ask your best friend to take your virginity, he agrees—not because he wants you, but because he cares enough to make your first time safe and good
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean winchester x reader ( f )
wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 922 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ soft smut !!
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, soft and gentle sex, use of condom, emotional vulnerability, best friends having sex with no romantic feelings involved, mild anxiety
notes ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ִ❀໋ consider supporting my work .ᐟ
you’re both sitting on the edge of the motel bed, the neon sign outside flickering through the thin curtains. your hands are shaking in your lap. you’ve rehearsed this conversation at least twenty times in your head, but now that dean is actually looking at you, patient and a little confused, the words feel too heavy.
“dean… i need to ask you something weird.”
he raises an eyebrow, beer bottle halfway to his lips. “weirder than the usual crap we deal with?”
you let out a nervous laugh that dies quickly. “yeah. probably.”
you stare at the ugly carpet for a second, then force yourself to meet his eyes. “i’m still a virgin.”
the words hang in the air. dean doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t look disgusted. he just nods slowly, waiting for you to keep going. he probably already knew.
“we never stay anywhere long enough for me to… you know, actually trust someone. and i don’t want my first time to be with some random guy in a bar who doesn’t give a shit.” you swallow hard. “so i was thinking… maybe we could do it. just once. help me get it over with.”
dean is quiet for a long moment. his green eyes search your face carefully. “you sure about this?” he asks, voice low and serious. “you want me to be the one?”
“i trust you,” you say simply. “and i know you don’t… feel that way about me. i’m not asking for anything more. i just want it to be safe. and kind. i don’t want it to suck.”
dean rubs a hand over his jaw, thinking. then he nods once. “alright,” he says. “if you’re sure. we do this your way though. slow. you tell me to stop at any point and we stop. no questions.”
relief floods through you so fast your eyes sting. “thank you,” you whisper.
he stands up and pulls you gently to your feet. his hands are warm when they cup your face. “no need to thank me, sweetheart. just breathe.”
he kisses you first—soft, unhurried, nothing rushed or hungry. it’s strange at first, kissing your best friend, but his mouth is gentle and patient. he waits until you relax into it before deepening the kiss, tongue brushing yours carefully.
clothes come off slowly. dean talks you through every step, murmuring quiet reassurances when your hands start shaking again. when you’re both naked he lays you down on the bed, covering your body with his own. his weight feels grounding instead of scary.
he spends a long time touching you, fingers sliding between your legs, stroking until you’re wet and breathing heavier. every time you tense up he pauses, checks your face, waits for your nod before continuing.
when he reaches for the condom you almost cry from how careful he’s being. “you still good?” he asks, rolling it on.
“yeah,” you breathe. “just… nervous.”
“that’s okay. we can stop anytime.”
he settles between your thighs, one hand holding himself up, the other brushing hair from your forehead. the head of his cock nudges against your entrance and you tense. “easy,” dean murmurs. “relax for me. breathe out.”
you do. he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stopping every time your breath hitches. the stretch burns, but it’s not unbearable. dean’s jaw is tight, clearly holding himself back, but his voice stays soft. “you’re doing so good,” he whispers when he’s halfway in. “taking me so well. almost there.”
when he bottoms out you both stay still for a moment. you feel so full it’s overwhelming. a tiny whimper slips out of you.
dean presses his forehead to yours. “you okay?”
you nod, arms wrapping around his back. “move… please.”
he starts slow, gentle rolls of his hips instead of thrusting. every stroke is careful, measured. the pain gradually fades into something warmer, deeper. your legs wrap around his waist without thinking. “that’s it,” he murmurs against your neck. “just feel it.”
the longer it goes on, the better it feels. soft moans start falling from your lips. dean keeps his pace steady, never rough, never rushing. his hand slips between you to rub gentle circles over your clit and your back arches.
“dean—”
“i’ve got you,” he says quietly. “let go if you can.”
you come with a surprised cry, thighs trembling around him. dean follows a few thrusts later, groaning low into your shoulder as he spills into the condom.
afterward he stays inside you for a minute, breathing hard, before carefully pulling out. he disposes of the condom and comes back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up without a word. then he pulls the covers over both of you and tugs you against his chest.
“you alright?” he asks, voice rough but gentle.
you nod against his skin, tears suddenly pricking at your eyes. not from sadness—just from how safe you felt the whole time. “thank you,” you whisper. “really.”
dean presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. “anytime you need me, i’m here,” he says simply. “friendship doesn’t change. not over this.”
you close your eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat under your ear.
for the first time, losing your virginity didn’t feel like something you had to survive. it just felt like being taken care of by someone who truly mattered. and even though there was no romance, no spark, no “i’m in love with you”, it was still perfect in its own quiet, honest way.
ꔛ. all works ; writing guidelines ; writing schedule.
Pride month special, nonbinary user x Soldier boy!
Warnings: none really, I didn’t want to make Ben a dick. User goes by they/them no gender mention. It’s also really short
It was June first. You had already told Ben about your pronouns, all about pride month, he was… accepting. But he didn’t really understand it all.
He messed up your pronouns a LOT of the time. You did correct him and he’d curse himself before correcting himself.
He was sweet. Even if he really didn’t understand much. He still tried, and that’s what mattered.
But if anyone else fucked up your pronouns? They’d have HELL for it.
Like last week when you both when out for some dinner, it was one of those occasions where he remembered your pronouns, but the waiter you had accidentally called you by the gender you were born as, and Ben had snapped at them.
“They,” Ben had corrected, his voice sharp as he sent the waiter a glare,
“Excuse me?” The waiter looked at him, voice polite, confused, eyebrows furrowed as he held the notepad.
You looked a bit uncomfortable, only because you didn’t want Ben to slam the poor guys face into the table.
“They.” Ben corrected again, “they,” he points at you, “get their fuckin’ pronouns right before i shove this fork up your ass,”
“Ben,” you looked at him, trying not to get kicked out.
“Oh,” the waiter immediately apologized, “I am so sorry.”
“Get the fuck out of here, and get us our food,” Ben snapped and the waiter immediately dashed away to put in the order.
Yeah. It was very.. memorable to say the least.
So far he has been doing a great job with getting your pronoun right. And you couldn’t be more proud.
“Hey baby,”
Ben’s voice immediately cut through as he walked into the living room,
“Hey,” you tilt your head back to look at him, he plops down beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder to pull you to his side, he kisses your temple before he pulled back slightly.
“Been lookin’ up some shit, thought you might like this,”
He pulls out a small pin that was nonbinary colors, and you smiled,
“You actually did homework?” You muse as you take the pin, your thumb brushing over it.
Ben grunts, “I tried. If ya don’t fuckin’ like it I’ll burn it,”
“I love it.”
Ben blinks.
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
Ben exhaled. Relieved? He would never admit that.
“Good..”
He grumbled before wrapping his arms around you again and pulling you against his chest.
“Can we fuck now?”
“Are you serious?”
“Maybe.”
“No.”
Ben huffs as he buried his face against the crook of your neck, beard scraping against your skin, you can feel the grin playing on his lips.
“..I’m glad ya like it.” He muttered against you, “sorry I don’t know shit about this. Back in my day there was none of this,” you chuckled
“Yeah, I know. You don’t need to apologize for that..” you turn your head to kiss his jaw. “I do really like it though.. and.. thank you for trying.”
He grunts softly and nuzzled against you.
It was a simple pin. But coming from someone like Ben? It meant a lot. You knew he didn’t really understand everything, pride month, genders, sexuality, and all that. But you were patient with him, slowly teaching him, and so far? It was going well. Not perfect, you weren’t expecting perfect, but he was trying. And that was all that mattered.
An: this is pretty short, but I just wanted to write something after I got that anonymous message lol.
Ben is absolutely HEAD OVER HEELS in love with you.
Like.. he really loves you.
He didn’t go down on one knee when he asked you to marry him, he didn’t prepare a big romantic speech, it was clumsy. But you said yes, and he was so happy when you did.
A bit possessive. He’s scared of losing his pretty wife he worked so hard to get.
He’s devoted, and he can’t help himself when he’s around you. His favorite thing to do is touch you. Whether it be sex or simple touches, his hands are ON YOU. All the time.
His lips aren’t any better.
He might kiss you everywhere. Lips, neck, shoulders, everywhere on your face.
His favorite place to kiss is your chest. Not your breasts (though he will argue and say it’s one of his favorite places) but he likes kissing the center of your chest. His lips always lingers.
Bonus? He loves it when your hands are in his hair when he’s kissing.
He’s touch starved. And whenever you touch him? He MELTS.
He denies it every time but he loves cuddling/ holding you when you sleep.
If you ever get pregnant he is going to be on your ass 24/7. You are not lifting a finger. He’s the man of the house anyway.
Oh and expect burnt toast in the morning.
He wears a apron that you bought him, and swears he hates it (he doesn’t)
Depending on when you both got married (whether it be in the 1940s or 2020s) he has pictures. If it was in the 1940s, they’re black and white, they probably aren’t the best quality, but he carries it EVERYWHERE he goes.
If you ever buy him a locket with pictures of in it, he will never take it off. And if anyone asks about it, he either tells them to fuck off or he talks proudly about it.
If you two have kids? He’s going to make sure he’s NOTHING like his father.
I feel like he’d be such a girl dad. But he probably wants more than one kid. So prepare yourself for that.
After pregnancy he definitely helps you whenever you need. Taking a bath? There. Need help standing or going to the bathroom? He got you.
When you start feeling better and your body heals completely, he definitely wants to have sex again. Of course, only if you want to, he won’t pressure you, god gave him two hands for a reason.
He wants that white picket fence life, and no one can tell me otherwise, he wants to have a family that he never got to have himself, and with you? He wants to make that all come true.
Hey, friends! Been a while since I've laid out a straight up writing update, but I'm very happy to share what I have cooking for the 🔆 Summer Vibes Menu, as we ease into the end of spring:
Back in Black
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: When Dean comes back from Hell, you quickly realize that his subconscious remembers more than his waking mouth admits.
Requested on Patreon! I’ve written a “back from Hell” piece before with an Omegaverse twist, called Make it Right. But here’s a more canon-rooted drabble. 💜
Sneak Peek:
The way Dean held you then had been so strong and fragile at the same time; you felt the shake in his arms, the tension embedded in his frame, even while he was burying his face in your hair. You’d blinked hot tears that clung to your lashes, cupped his face between your hands and kissed him just as hard and desperate.
He was alive, so you were alive. That was what that day felt like for you: coming back to life.
But this was a different kind of living.
⟢ Read now on Patreon!
⟢ Coming to Tumblr: May 31
Keep the Lights On
^ @justjensenanddean (post)
Pairing: Russell Shaw x Reader
Summary: He picked up the phone. He ignored the shake in his hand as his thumb pressed a series of digits he’d long ago memorized, just in case he ever had to call you from a phone that wasn’t his, on a line that couldn’t be traced. This was one of those times.
᯽ Inspired by 3x22 | This can be a stand-alone one-shot, but it fits well in the Every Second Counts-verse — between Bubbly and Breaking Point
Sneak Peek:
A labored breath escaped him, along with another rivulet seeping through his shirt. His free hand itched for the cell phone lying beside him on the cement. Backup was on the way, taking a bit long though.
Time was always the question and the challenge. The decisions in between were what he was usually good at, even in moments like these.
⟢ Read on Patreon: May 29
⟢ Coming to Tumblr: June 7
30 Days or Less
^ @losthavenmine (post)
Pairing: Mark Meachum x Reader
᯽ 'Til When Do Us Part-verse
Summary: The full story. The true story of how you met Mark, with every tantalizing shade of public humiliation. You knew better than to date a cop, let alone a detective in your father’s division. But Mark Meachum was exactly the kind of stubborn and reckless man that threatened to knock every responsible thought out of your head, if he could convince you to take a chance on him.
Sneak Peek:
Mark’s broad frame was blocking your way to your dad’s office—on purpose, you were beginning to think.
The man chuckled. “Interesting. I’d like to hear more about it, but I know you’re probably here to have lunch with your dad. How about you join me for a drink tonight? There’s this chill place near downtown. Not too loud. Good beer on tap. Unless you’re more of a martini kind of girl.”
You sighed in amusement. “More of a whiskey sour girl, actually.”
“Well, what do you know. A woman after my own heart,” Mark said, his brows raising along with his grin.
He eyed you in a subtle way, yet you’d never read a clearer danger sign in your life.
You glanced around his arm and caught the way your dad was frowning while sitting at his desk, his firm gaze planted on you and Mark.
“Something tells me you’re severely lacking in self-preservation,” you said, more quietly. “Either that, or you’re just that fucking cocky.”
Mark’s lips quirked. “Maybe a little of both, I’m ‘a be honest.”
You bit your lip against a laugh. “Well, I’m sorry to tell you this, Detective, but I don’t date cops.”
⟢ Read now on Patreon!
⟢ Coming to Tumblr: June 14
One Good Try
Pairing: Mark Meachum x Reader
᯽ 'Til When Do Us Part-verse
Summary: You’ve opened the door. Mark has to decide if it’s worth walking through. But your father, his boss and division captain, isn’t making it any easier to date you.
⟢ Read on Patreon: June 5
⟢ Coming to Tumblr: June 21
Mutual Engagement
Pairing: CEO!Dean x Assistant!Reader
᯽ The Assistant (NEW mini series - masterlist coming soon)
Summary: Let’s take it back to Day 1. Here's how you got the job at HunterCorp as Dean Winchester’s Executive Assistant, how you kept it, and the day your professionalism with him finally broke.
This of course is in the same world as Pratt Fall, but it spans the year building up to that moment. 😉
Sneak Peek:
You’re not sure if you should do it.
You have a sensitive report in your hand, fresh off the printer. You really think Dean should see it before he gets any deeper into his negotiations with Roman Enterprises, but he’s meeting with them right now in the big conference room, with Dick Roman himself, as well as the rest of his sales and legal representatives.
This isn’t the first meeting Sam and Dean have undergone with the company; Roman Enterprises has been courting HunterCorp into a partnership on a new product, but this could be the day that makes the big swinging dicks in the room shake hands (even if that little visual almost makes you snort).
Dean’s never expressly warned you about entering a meeting uninvited, but it’s still nerve wracking as you stand outside the door. You can hear familiar voices, including the nasally tone of Alastair, the one who gives you the creeps whenever he slithers through the office and gives you a “charming” once-over.
But you also hear Dean. His voice is deep and smooth and confident, and maybe, it gives you the little confidence boost you need to twist the knob and push the door open.
⟢ Read on Patreon: June 19
⟢ Coming to Tumblr: June 28
To be followed closely by Nothing by Halves 🌆
I'm saving this summary/sneak peek for now (spoilers~) 😘
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Big arms, bigger apologies by @wendichester
Author's summary: You've just been introduced to the world of hunting and the questions are many. Dean's not in the mood to answer them.
Touch starved by @bejeweledinterludes
Author's summary: OR dean winchester needs a damn hug! specifically from me, so of course i wrote about it! pretty much based off of my own headcanon that i wrote because this dean is canon— TO ME!
Living dead girl by @wvffles
Author's summary: when a friend goes missing, bobby reaches out to the boys for some help. but things turn out to be more complicated than they thought, and dean really can't stand witches.
Untitled by @fizzyboi-98
Extract: You placed your hands on his cheeks, he closed his eyes and leaned into you "You love me?" You asked quietly, more of a statement,
He looked up at you with his tired green eyes before bringing his hands up to hold your hands against his face while he breathed in deeply "so much."
I just got an anonymous message and I just laughed so hard, I was not expecting that
You can have your headcanons and read/write whatever you want, I’m not sure if that anonymous message was supposed to be hateful because I mostly write for females ?
Either way, you can believe Jensen Ackles’ characters are gay, I don’t mind what you think! Go for it! I encourage that. But that doesn’t mean everyone has to headcanon such.
I personally like writing for females because I am a girl. I don’t know how to write as a man, and I’m just more comfortable with writing for women.
💬 7 🔁 10 ❤️ 167 · Tension.
Soldier Boy x Reader x Bombsight
Warnings: language, maybe ooc, um.. Ben and Robbie fight a little, bad wri
Warnings: heated kissing, gets suggestive at the end, language, bad writing bc I suck LOL.
AN: part 2 of tension is finally here! Sorry for the wait! Hope y’all like it. Sorry in advance if it’s bad, I’m not used to writing three people with two liking one person. There’s no nsfw only because I’m not sure if I can actually write good with a threesome so… yeah.
You had been fixing your damn wall for the past couple of days. You could have called someone to help, but you decided to do it yourself. You were independent and didn’t need anyone to fix it for you.
You haven’t talked to Ben or Robbie in those couple of days, you were pretty upset that they fucked up your wall, but that wasn’t the main reason. It was mostly just because they decided to fight inside your house. Plus, you didn’t like them fighting over you.
Finally, you finished fixing your wall, now all you needed to do was paint over it..
Rolling up your sleeves, you got the paint. Luckily it was somewhat the same color as your wall..
Only a few minutes go by until you heard a knock on your door. Pausing, you set the bucket of paint down and walked over, maybe it was the extra paint you ordered? No, it wouldn’t be here til next week..
The door opens and surprisingly..
Ben was here. Standing there. A bit awkwardly. Hands in his pockets. He wasn’t wearing his suit, just.. casual clothes.
“Ben—“
“Before you try and kick me out, can you listen to what I have to say first?”
You paused, before letting out a quiet exhale.
“Alright.”
You step aside and allow him to come inside, his eyes drift to the wall and he rubs the back of his neck. Whoops.
“Uh.. sorry about that shit,”
He said, gesturing towards the wall. And you hum in response.
“I can pay for the paint job..” he trailed off before looking down at the paint bucket, his eyebrow slowly quirked, “you doing this shit yourself?”
You nod, arms crossed over your chest.
“Yeah. I am.”
Ben hums.
He doesn’t say anything, just exhaled through his nose as he stepped forward, grabbed the paintbrush, without asking permission he starts to paint over the damage.
You stare and sigh, knowing this was his way of saying “sorry.”
You walk over and lean against the wall beside the damage you fixed, leaning your head against the wall.
“That fight wasn’t necessary.” You say, “and the kiss.. that wasn’t necessary either.”
Ben grunts in response, he doesn’t look over at you, just focused on the wall. But you can see the way his jaw clenched. How his fingers flex against the paintbrush without asking permission each stroke.
There was a long moment of silence.
“Didn’t mean for it to get out of hand,” he said quietly. “Besides.. the fucker came at me first.”
“You’re the one who threw him through the wall.”
“Yeah, well he deserved it.”
You stare at him, and he sighed.
“Jesus, fuck.. I’m sorry, alright?”
You tilt your head. Not expecting the apology.
“I mean it.”
There’s another moment of silence. And you can see the hint of vulnerability in his eyes, he meant it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was sorry.
You exhale and nod slowly.
“Alright.. I half forgive you.”
“Half?”
“You still put a hole in my wall.”
He grunts, “Jesus.. you gonna hold that over my head forever?” He glanced over to you, and you nod without hesitation.
“Yeah.”
He huffs through his nose.
You two stay like that for a while. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it was steady. And watching Ben do a simple task like painting a wall.. was oddly domestic. Despite his serious face, there was something in his posture that showed calmness. Like he enjoyed the small act of being in your presence and just.. being there. In your home.
You leave to the kitchen to get Ben a glass of water, leaving Ben watching your retreating figure.
He exhaled slowly, his shoulders no longer tensed, but relaxed. He wasn’t going to be some sappy fuck and tell you his feelings— no, he was a man. He didn’t need to say any of that shit.
But.. seeing you with Robbie the other day.. it made his chest feel tight. He hated that Robbie was in your space, giving you flowers.. it should be him doing that. But he was too proud to say or do any of it.
When you return back he gives you that sly smile, not a smirk, he always gives, his eyes squint, showing the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes, that cute little genuine smile.
“Here you go,”
“Thanks, doll..”
He reached for the glass, his fingers brush against yours, no gloves, rough skin against skin, rough from the countless battles, and so was yours.
He brings the glass up to his lips, eyes never straying from yours as he downs it within seconds. You smile softly as you lean against the wall again.
He sets the glass down, his mouth parts as he goes to speak,
“You ever think of settlin’ down?”
He asked, voice low and oddly intimate.
Ben? Asking that type of question?
You tilt your head, you’re half expecting him to laugh or say something mocking, but he’s serious. His eyebrows are furrowed as he studied your reaction.
“Uh..” after a moment of silence, you finally snapped back into it, “settling down?” You repeat, “love? A family? It’s.. hard to think about when our job is persistent.”
Ben hums quietly in response, his eyes still on you.
“But.. as for if I ever thought about it.. sure. I have.”
Ben doesn’t respond. But there’s an almost thoughtful look in his eyes.
“You?”
You asked, directing the question to him.
He exhaled through his nose, almost a huff.
“Yeah.”
You’re surprised he even answered at all. Or even said yes.
“Yeah?” You repeat.
He shrugs, his hold on the glass squeezed, fingers clenching.
“Yeah.. I want to be a better father than my old man was..” he trailed off, and that smirk came back into place, and you already knew he was going to say something outrageous..
“So if ya ever wanna be knocked up, just give me a call doll.”
And of course he would say that.
You roll your eyes and sigh.
“Couldn’t have a normal conversation, huh?”
“Nope. You know me doll.”
“Yeah, I do.”
About an hour passed,Ben had finished painting your wall, he insisted on doing all the work, and it was honestly so.. domestic. His sleeves were rolled up, paint on his forearm and hands, he looked… good. Not that you would admit that to his face..
“All done, doll.”
He placed the paint brush down and looked at his work like he was proud.
“Thank you,”
You replied with a smile, “I appreciate the help.”
He turned to you and stepped forward, standing in front of you.
“It was the least I can do, considering I’m the fucker who did it.” He replied, his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment before his hands reached up, cupping your cheek.
“You have paint on your hands.”
“I know.”
“It’s getting on me.”
“You can handle a little paint.”
You roll your eyes and you were about to give another retort, but Ben leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t like how he kissed you that other time, it was more.. gentle. Tamed. Dare you say tender?
He parts from your lips, and brushes his nose against yours,
“I know I’m a fuckin’ ass.” He said, his voice deep and gruff, “shit, this fuckin’ shit is difficult for me,” he huffs, his eyes lock on yours, “you ain’t treat me like some famous superhero, hell, you always put me in my damn place when I get too loud,”
“You’re loud most of the time,”
“You like it.”
“Yeah.. maybe I do.”
Ben grinned at that, and tilts his head to kiss you again, this time it’s more firm, more needy.
His hands roam over your sides, and he hums against your mouth, he backs you up against the wall, not the one he freshly painted, his hands roam up your sides, sliding over the curve of your back, one hand goes in your hair, fingers tangled. He deepened the kiss, tongue brushing against your lips to silently ask permission, and when you part your mouth, he doesn’t hesitate.
He pushed his tongue into your mouth, grunting against your lips, he feels you respond, your body slightly arching into his.
Then there’s a knock.
Twice.
Ben groans, and has to force himself to pull back, a string of saliva still connects you both, and you could see the way his eyes flickered twitched with annoyance.
“I’m gonna punch whoever is cockblocking me.”
His eyes roam over your face, seeing your flushed cheeks and heaving breath. And the fact that he is the one who did that to you? It gets him going.
“Shut up,” you said with a breathless laugh as you wipe your lips, Ben ducks down and kisses you again, hard and long before pulling back.
You shoot him a playful glare before walking towards the front door.
You’re not really surprised to see that it’s Robbie.
“Jesus.. the timing you have..”
You said under your breath.
Robbie gave an apologetic smile, he was also wearing casual clothes, not his hero outfit.
“Ben’s here.” He said, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, he is. Is that going to be a problem?” You asked,
Robbie shakes his head.
You nod and step aside, letting Robbie in.
Robbie and Ben immediately lock eyes, their jaws clenched. Robbie exhaled.
“Ben..” Robbie greets, awkwardly.
“Robbie.” Ben said, obviously not happy to see him.
The air in the room felt thick. The tension felt suffocating.
You clear your throat, Ben and Robbie snap out of their glaring contest.
“I’m sorry.” Robbie said to Ben. Ben’s jaw clenched and he was about to say something snappy, but you gave him a look.
Ben grunts, “yeah yeah..” he muttered under his breath, you give him another look and he huffs, “what? I don’t do the sorry bullshit..”
Robbie huffs, he wasn’t expecting anything grand. And he knew Ben didn’t really mean it.
“Yeah. Sure.” He said.
There was another stiff silence and you clapped.
“Alright. Now that it’s over, let’s uh.. forget about this?”
You’re not really sure what to say, but anything to break the silence..
Robbie clears his throat and smiles tightly at you.
“Yeah..”
Ben grunts in agreement.
“Still hate your ass,” Ben said,
“Me too.”
You sigh, but a hint of a smile forms on your lips. You’d rather their rivalry more than fist fights.
“You’re not good for her, you know.”
Robbie said, and you immediately go to tell him to stop, but Ben just chuckled,
“I know,” Ben agreed, but his smirk is wider than ever, “but at least I got to kiss her first.” He said, proudly. “With tongue.”
You immediately flush and slap Ben’s arm, not with your supe strength.
Robbie’s jaw twitched and he huffs out a bitter chuckle.
“Yeah? But I wonder who she would prefer kissing,”
Robbie immediately stepped forward, hands on your waist to tug you against his firm chest, his eyes lock with yours, his expression gentle, gaze soft as he gives you a soft, charming smile,
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while..”
He admitted softly as he dips his head down to press his mouth to yours, the kiss is soft, filled with years of yearning, patience and a lot of waiting.
His lips move against yours and you could hear Ben huff behind you, grumbling something about Robbie being needy and clingy.
Instead of throwing a punch? Ben steps behind you, hand landing on your hip as his other hand moves your hair to the side, he tilts his head down, pressing his lips against the back of your neck, your body stiffened for a brief moment, before melting against the both of them.
Your eyes closed, your hands are gripping Robbie’s shirt as you feel Ben’s lips trace up the back of your neck, kissing, nipping, sucking.
Your knees feel weak, Robbie parts from your lips to kiss the corner of your mouth, tracing down your jaw and pressing open mouth kisses down your skin.
You’re not sure who to call out to, Robbie’s name slips from your lips, followed with a quiet Ben, and they both groan from the soft breathlessness in your tone.
Ben lifts his head, hands both bow on your hips.
“I don’t like sharing,”
He muttered and Robbie lifts his head to look at him,
“Me either.”
There’s a thick silence before they exhale.
“We can make an exception this once.. we can fight about it later.”
