HIII have u finished the boys !!! i need your thoughts on the last season 🙏
i’m just now seeing this!!
SPOILERS FROM S5 OF THE BOYS BELOW!!
i think they were trying too much with the vought rising promo, i absolutely adore jensen, we know this, but i missed seeing the main characters, it just felt different. i loved this season so much, but i hate that there were a few plot holes. I haven’t seen gen v, but i know of it, they built marie up to fight homelander, we saw her in this season a bit, but in the last (or second to last, idk) episode, we see her for 5 minutes and then she leaves?? wouldnt have made sense for HER to be the one to defeat him, but they couldve at least made her help. clara being mentioned so much pissed me off. hate her character. hate the storyline. hate how they made soldier boy so obsessed with her. he’s so much different than the soldier boy we knew. the writing just felt inconsistent. yes he’s a basic man, but the amount of sex jokes he made just started getting a bit repetitive. i did love the ending, so sad for butcher. i know this isn’t realistic, but if hughie said yes to that phone call, we definitely couldve gotten a sequel. but this just shows how there’s never really an ending to it and they’ll just get another homelander.
hate that we didn’t get an ending for soldier boy, what i think is vought rising will start with us seeing how / where he ended up, but they showed him so much this season to just put him back in """"ice"""", i need to know more about that. i just hope they show us his ending in the beginning of vought rising, then go with the flashback, even though that’s a bit cliche.
loved seeing kimiko having what she wanted, even though she didn’t have her person with her.
so happy for starlight and hughie (even though seeing her standing there terrified me for a sec).
fuck the deep. loved that ending.
yes ashley is awful but i loved her in the last episode.
thinking about ruby strapping reader to put her back in her place after she’s been bratty the whole day… she’s so hot i need to be put down
nsfw. MDNI. 18+
i was thinking about bondage earlier today but didn’t know who to write it for, you read my mind anon. i feel like she’d be so condescending and mocking. “is this what you wanted? hm? some attention, be good now.” (i’m picturing brunette ruby as i type this but both of them are so hot.)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: implied smut , soldier boy x fem.reader , degradation , fauxcest (if you squint) , power imbalance , 18+
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 804
#𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this idea came to me and i haven't written in ages so be nice to me (hides).
the vought penthouse was a monument to excess. floor-to-ceiling glass and cold polished marble that overlooked a city that belonged to the most evil of people. you were just another one of ben’s high-end acquisitions. the closest thing to a 'sugar baby' a man like him would ever allow. though he’d never use the word. all because the term implied a transaction, and ben preferred to think of it as your natural duty to always be at his beck and call.
draped in silk that cost more than you could ever afford , you nursed a drink you didn't even want , while the sun dipped below the skyline. you’d been waiting for hours, dressed and ready for a dinner ben had more than likely forgotten about , the moment he stepped out of the room. it was like this every night; ben didn't operate on a schedule, he operated on his own whims. he did what he wanted , when he wanted— and not a second sooner.
ben had finally stalked in, the heavy thud of his worn boots echoing off the marble. heading straight for the heavy mahogany bar, his suit still on, smelling of gunpowder. the dark green scales of his suit catching the dim light made him look like a relic of a more violent age.
“you’re late,” you murmured, the frustration finally bubbling over as you stood up. “i’ve been sitting here for three hours. i thought we were going out.”
the clink of ice against glass stopped. ben turned, his gaze heavy and unimpressed, looking at you like you were a child complaining about a rainy day.
“late?” he huffed , a sharp, condescending laugh catching in his throat. “i was working, doll, unlike you. don’t spend my day picking out jewelry and looking at m'self in the mirror. i’m the one keeping this god damn country on its feet. y'should be thanking me for having a place to wait at all instead of whining like a brat.”
as he went on, his footsteps got closer to you. the sheer mass of his gear making him look twice his size as he loomed over you. “isn't that right?” ben reached down, his leather-clad fingers— rough and smelling of old tobacco and expensive bourbon , hooking under your chin to force your gaze up.
“let’s get one thing straight , angel. you stay in the condo, paid for with my money. you eat the food i buy, you wear the clothes i pick out, and you sleep in the bed i provide.” his grip on your chin tightened just enough to be a warning. eyes searching yours for a spark of defiance he could snuff out. “now i don’t ask for much, but it’s time to show a little fucking respect.”
the air in the penthouse felt suddenly thin. the gaslighting was effortless, the raw, antiquated authority of a man who truly believed your time was his to waste.
“'nd you were rude with that attitude , kid. don't appreciate being greeted with lip service when i get home from a long day,” he continued, his thumb pressing firmly into the dip beneath your lower lip. “s'only fair you make it up to me.”
ben , like usual , didn't wait for a response. he stepped back, the metallic clicks and rasps of his suit’s fastenings cutting through the silence as he began to undo the congested layers. peeling back the reinforced fabric until reaching into the opening of his boxers.
with a grunt, he freed himself. a cock you never got sick of. angry-looking, a heavy weight of salt-scented heat that looked almost as lethal as the shield he carried around all day. the shaft flushed a dark, bruised purple. veins standing out like jagged cords against the rigid length of him. a bead of pre-come sat at the blunt, swollen tip, glistening under the expensive chandelier light.
it was a vile, physical demand for the "respect" he’d just lectured you about.
ben gestured to the floor at his feet, his expression turning into something wilder. you moved, your silk robe whispering against the marble as you sank to your knees before him. hands clumsy as you reached for the meat of his thighs. your movements were hesitant, a bit too cautious for his liking.
ben let out a huff of dark amusement, his hand winding into your hair to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. he looked down at you, his thumb tracing the line of your plush lower lip with a deceptive tenderness while the tip of his cock twitched just inches from your face.
“i know you can do better than that,” ben murmured, his voice lowering into a gritty, commanding register that always made your knees weak. “now go on and show me.”
hii, could u make some sam winchester headcannons please?? maybe +18 ones where u list all kinks or preferences u think he would have in bed?? thank uuu sm
i’m horrible with headcanons but will get to this soon!
pls we are HUNGRY for s5 sb fics i feel like this fandom is slowly dying i can barely find anything remotely good and u always do him justice….ily
I am still in my ben era so don't worry more are coming and thank you!! Also ik you're lying what you say you can't find anything good!! @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery, @inadoves, @slashedgutz, @bitemysin, and @bruisedfig among many others have some amazing soldier boy fics and are all lovely enough to have masterlists of them!! Check them out and report back you're in for an amazing evening