The Purple Nebula

An Entity of Love ~ 22 ~ She/They - MDNI

[blushingamethyst]

Hello darlings~

I’m mostly just here to save fanfic and look at my beautiful f/o’s. There will be NSFW fanfic on occasion, so if that makes you uncomfortable, go else where.

With that, Hi~ You can call me Ivy. I’m 22. Demigirl, I go by She/They. Message me if you’d like, I don’t mind talking. Just don’t get creepy with me I will block you so fast.

You can also find me @nightshadenest

Welcome Darlings, I hope you stay blessed and beautiful

[bebx]

[absolutemea]

FratBoy!Sukuna x Chubby Reader

A/N: Hi guys so im probably gonna make this a series if it's a hit and you guys like it! So opinions are much appreciated. Also feel free to make requests or tell me things!

Part 1 next

"C'mon ma. One date that's all I'm asking" he prodded.

Yes. The one and only Sukuna is asking little ole you out on a date. This isn't the first time, no it's not even the second, but instead the fourth time just this week.

"I've already said no. Take a fucking hint. I don't know why you keep asking" you replied back with a snap.

You weren't mad, no, you were furious. Because you knew how guys like him are. He's a frat bro, who's known for fucking girls like a demon and doing them even worse emotionally. And it seems like you're his newest conquest. You're not his usual type either. You've got more... more to you're body, brains, and personality than he's used to. You're everything he's know not to go for. So why would he of all people be asking you out? It felt like this was some type of sick joke that you weren't in on. Y'know what...

"Actually Sukuna, since you seem so desperate. I guess I'll help the needy and go out with you on a date." You give him your best fake smile and batted you pretty lashes at him.

"Y'know I should really be pissed at you for that bratty attitude, but I'm just glad you finally came to your senses."

"I'm free friday at 6:30 pm. Be at my door step on the dot and don't dress like a bum." You spit out and turned on your heels before walking away.

...

Eventually, friday came around much to your surprise it was 6:25 when you got a knock on your door. He was early? Was this man actually serious about this date?

You were a bit taken aback by him being actually fairly on time. You quickly snapped out of your daze and did a once over in your mirror before walking to the door and opening it. To your surprise Sukuna in all his glory was wearing a white button up with rolled up sleeves that hugged his body perfectly and black slacks that fit like a glove. His tattooed forearms were out and showing. You stood there soaking in all his beauty. Before speaking up.

"You clean up well."

Sukuna on the other hand, his brain couldn't even process the words you were saying. He was too busy gawking at you like an idiot. He was almost drooling at how your little dress fit your thick frame so perfectly and how your heels made your legs look delicious. Oh and don't even start him on your pretty face. You were so damn perfect he had to hold himself back practically. But he snapped out of it when he realized you were staring at him like he was dumb.

"Yea and you well... you look damn fine. Give me a little spin?"

"No, now you're just pushing your luck." You laughed.

He swallowed hard. Then, gave you an up and down look once again before licking his lips and smirking. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse off the rack before walking out the door and closing it behind you. To your surprise he offered you his arm and you intertwined them. You walked beside him to his sleek black corvette. God you forgot he was a rich asshole. He opened the door for you before climbing into the car. He then walked around the car and through the rearview mirror you could see him run a hand over his face.

The drive was quiet expect for the soft hum of the radio and engine. You just looked out the window the whole time and fiddled with your hands. Maybe you were starting to regret this? It just felt wrong like you didn't belong, but that's not a feelings you unfamiliar with. You could tell he was driving into the nicer part of the area where you could never really afford to be around. He finally pulled into the parking lot of a fancy restaurant... one that you had happen to be dreaming about going to. How did he know? Maybe it was a coincidence? You looked around and were honestly excited maybe if the date doesn't go well you at least get a delicious free meal?

Sukuna stepped out of the car and walked around to open the door for you. It seemed like he was remembering his best manners. You slowly stepped out and took a look around before hooking your arm around his. He guided you into the restaurant which was filled with patrons who were far above your status. You were busy taking in the place in awe before you heard the Sukuna speak up.

"For Ryomen"

"Oh. yes, right this way." The hostess answered

What you happened to pick up from the small interaction was the nasty look the hostess gave you and the sweet flirtatious one she gave Sukuna. "The fuck in her problem" you thought. But you brushed it aside knowing this was a part of being out with an attractive man. You mindlessly let him guide you as you thought about how him asking you out was weird. How you weren't the type of girl he was usually seen with. But those thoughts were cut short when you hear him speak up.

"Yo, ma, you here with me?" He laughed softly.

"Huh?" You looked confused for a bit until you realized he was holding out your chair for you. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."

You took seat and gave him a small nod. The table was out on a secluded patio which was nice as you could feel the small chill of the fall night cooling down your anxiety. That's when the waiter came around and asked for your drink orders. Sukuna got a whiskey needing something to take the edge off and you a flavored sparkling water. He soon left after giving you two time to look at the menu.

"Didn't like the way he was looking at you." Sukuna blurted out after watching the waiter walk away.

You stiffled a laugh before speaking, "And I didn't know you were the jealous type."

"I don't get jealous. I just simply didn't appreciate him eyeing my date like a piece of candy."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. It was one date and one you didn't even wanna be on and he's already acting like a guard dog. You've never heard of this side of Sukuna. Maybe he just keeps it under wraps.

Fairly quickly the waiter comes around back with your drinks and you flash a small smile before mumbling a "thank you." Oh how that got Sukuna mad, you haven't smiled at him like that once since he's began pursuing you. He clutched tightly on his glass and took a sip, swallowing hard and letting the whiskey burn his throat.

This was gonna be one long date you both thought...

[masakres]

Skipping the storyline and going straight into the fucking part..

[milescrypt]

me and the actor who's older than my father against the world

[tokosparrow]

with the night

a/n: i love black noir and i will be sharing that with you guys.

info: headcanons + lots of thoughts, gender-neutral reader, reader is apart of the seven but their powers are never really mentioned, og noir + small mentions of noir ll.

ᯓ✦ you found it a little silly how you somehow find yourself in the seven, your powers aren’t really flashy in your opinion, yet you found yourself more sillier when you somehow formed a friendship with the silent assassin, black noir.

ᯓ✦ one day you complimented his buster beaver drawings mentioning how you loved him as a kid and he’s has immediately been attached to your side ever since.

ᯓ✦ despite his quiet nature hes like the biggest sweetheart ever, to you at least, around the rest of the seven, he is almost just there drawing away until he’s called, but with you, he makes an effort to sit close to you showing you every drawing he finished while he lets out small grunts of happiness when you acknowledge them.

ᯓ✦ there were even some drawings he found himself making alone where he drew himself as a black sheep whilst you’re another animal (up to you reader teehee) with a few hearts drawn around it, and when he was finished it hit almost like a train, he liked you, a lot.

ᯓ✦ despite him being comfortable toward you, apart of him feels like he fully can’t have that comfortably with you, he cannot speak even if he wanted too or even take off his mask without feeling like some sort of freak, or more like you thinking he’s a freak.

ᯓ✦ so he stays where’s it’s most comfortable, yearning for more with you, more that he feels he doesn’t deserve.

ᯓ✦ yet noir can’t help but be touchy, bringing you into hugs before and after missions or even randomly placing his hand on your shoulders to let you know he’s there, he absolutely loves when you return those touches especially when he could feel your head nuzzling against his armored plates.

ᯓ✦ he even finds himself making more noise then he would so you could know that he’s in the room with you because one time by accident he scared you so bad that you basically were sobbing which broke his heart and promised to himself he wouldn’t do that to you again especially with you stopped talking to him for a few hours so you could calm down.

ᯓ✦ he hates seeing you in distress, absolutely DESPITES it, so don’t worry about the criminal you had a hard time dealing with because they’ll be stabbed and killed in an instant while noir cheerfully drags you away back to vought soon after.

ᯓ✦ this doesn’t help that he’s quite protective of you, he knows you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself but sometimes he can’t help but think and worry about you.

ᯓ✦ which is why he often would like for you to let him know about how your missions go and he’d love to write to you about his as well when you ask, because he doesn’t want you to worry about him either despite him being able to kill people in cold blood, he loves you after all.

ᯓ✦ and that’s love shows it’s full effect when you asked him to spend the night with you after a rough mission, you tried to explain away that you didn’t want to be alone but no need for explanations, he was there.

ᯓ✦ the way you trusted him into your home, trusted him to hold you while you slept the night away was something to him, something special, is this what he remembers being in love is like, he wonders.

ᯓ✦ which is why when he decides to tell you he actually loves you, he’s in shambles. many love letters he wrote in the trash he deemed unperfected in his eyes despite his animal friends saying otherwise and telling him to just go for it, but he cannot, not until he could write down how you make him feel perfectly.

ᯓ✦ but that idea also goes in the trash when he finds you reading one of his many failed attempts he left out by accident, you must’ve thought it was one of his drawings that you told him you liked so he can’t blame you for snooping.

ᯓ✦ so he wasn’t sure what to do with himself when he heard the words that you liked him back, he panicked, and he wasn’t entire sure why, maybe he just hadn’t prepared himself for the potential outcomes just yet.

ᯓ✦ your relationship has solely built on trust, trusting you enough to make more noise around you, trusting you to drop small hints about his past he much rather doesn’t want to talk fully about, and finally trusting you to take off his mask.

ᯓ✦ he feels like he’s showing his soul when he takes off his costume, so pretty please treat it like it could break at any moment because it pretty sure will without handing it with gentle hands :(((.

ᯓ✦ and that’s what you did, which he adores about you, you’re gentle, kind, loving, adorable even (says so his animal little friend’s perspective).

ᯓ✦ with that irving began to grow more comfortable when he was inside your home, sometimes he felt comfortable enough to not have his mask around the house while he drew on the dinner table waiting for you to finish dinner.

ᯓ✦ do you have laundry you need to put away but don’t have time? don’t worry, irving will deal with it! do you have a random craving that you keep thinking about? irving will disappear and have it for you in no time!

ᯓ✦ there are also some nights where he slept with you, while you’re drifting off you could feel him mouthing your name and small “i love you”s against your neck while his fingers traced hearts on your back, what a good way to sleep.

ᯓ✦ he even have days where he isn’t feeling the greatest and just wants to stay in this costume, he just wants to be held in your arms while he let out muffled sounds you assumed was crying but you don’t want to pry him about it.

ᯓ✦ he even is lost in thought thinking about fairytales where he’s your prince, saving you from dangers but yet sometimes he feels like you’re his which how much you saved him without realizing it.

ᯓ✦ taking care of him when he needed it and he won’t hesitate to do the same for you.

ᯓ✦ but that sadly came to a sudden stop the day that homelander confronted him about hiding a secret from him with him soon on the floor clinging to life, he wanted you there with him, save him one more time, to even just see you, he’s sad when he doesn’t.

ᯓ✦ when vought replaced him, you were angry, of course you were, how dare they replace the one you loved but you were forced to deal with it since the public really love yours and noir’s relationship.

ᯓ✦ and the new noir didn’t really have it against you, you knew irving the most, you took the time to know him unlike the others on the seven, but you couldn’t help but not hate noir ll much either because it seemed he wanted to know your irving too.

ᯓ✦ it much didn’t help when you went through all again when justin died.

[erisawrites]

High body count man (slut) x High body count woman (murderer)

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Locket

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summary: every memory of him, stored in a locket

pairing: soldier boy/ben x female supe!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: vought being assholes, mention of egg harvesting without anesthesia or numbness

author’s note: it’s been waayyyyy too fuckin long omfggg

music: locket theme by madison beer — was listening to this song was like huh… what if the reader had a locket that she kept so she could hold onto the memory of ben? 🤔

It’d been months since you lost Ben. Months since you had stepped outside the tower, well, prison, disguised as Vought American.

You sobbed when the team had come back without him. You had gotten into a fight right before he had left. You regretted every fucking word. You regretted not running to him, kissing him, and begging him to be safe. Or, better yet, to not go at all.

The first month you were dating, Soldier Boy gave you a gold, heart locket necklace for you to wear. He hadn’t put his picture in it, he hadn’t been that bold. It was actually just a test for him — to see if you wanted him in the piece of jewelry. You immediately did, of course. You were head over heels in love with him.

You had fallen to the floor screaming, clinging to the locket, when Countess gave you the news. You eyes had shown a bright white, and your body lit up with glowing tattoos. That was everyone’s warning to get the fuck away from you, moments before you screamed again and pushed the glowing tattoos (now pieces of a thick glass-like material) off of you, flinging them all over the room.

You subconsciously played with the necklace as you crumpled and cried.

“Ben,” you sobbed. “My dear, sweet Ben.”

And just like that, your life had changed… completely, utterly, and forever.

Then you got some good news — when Vought harvested your eggs all that time ago (without any type of anesthesia, numbness, or anything to help with the immense pain. They wanted you to feel every last fucking drop). But with that torture, they’d created a precious baby boy. You had a piece of Ben, and you cried with joy.

“W-Where is he?” you asked, still crying.

“We can take you to him,” Stan Edgar said. You followed him to the nursery you didn’t realize existed, and there he was. He was so tiny. So, so tiny. And when he saw you he smiled widely before shooting his lasers in your face.

You giggled, unphased by the “attack.” You were about to pick him up, hold him in your arms when smoke suddenly started filling the room.

“What the hell?” you shouted. You turned around the room and realized you’d been too focused on your baby, that you didn’t notice everyone else left.

You fell to the ground coughing, and reaching for your baby.

“Anthony,” you whispered. You’d always wanted a baby named Anthony, after a friend of yours that helped you through the V-1 trials. You also wanted a girl, but you figured your partner could choose her name. It only seemed fair.

Then you closed your heavy eyes, and everything went black.

Months passed. Years. Fucking decades. Before you were awoken from your sleep. Someone at Vought had fucked up the dose of Holothane somehow and you woke up. You broke free within minutes, killing anyone and everyone that got in your way.

You reached for your necklace and realized it wasn’t there.

You knew you were still in the tower, so you ran. You searched your old room (which someone else had moved into. You stole some of their dirty clothes, not loving the tiny bra and panties you were in), you tore apart countless files and boxes in the records room, until you found it.

“Leverage,” the dusty box was marked, you furrowed your brows. You didn’t have time to look through it, you just grabbed the necklace and ran.

If you had looked through it you would’ve seen everything Vought could use against you — pictures and videos of Ben only you had had access to, jewelry he had given you, the ring he had carried with him to Russia and had planned to give to you the moment he got back, and baby pictures of Anthony, his story of how he grew up and everything you’d ever want to know about him. 

You left the tower, hiding in corners, and killing anyone that saw you. You weren’t sure how long it had been, you weren’t sure where you were going. But then you saw an advertisement — Soldier Boy and Payback Museum. Bingo. That’s where you’d be going.

And after spending hours there, right up until they closed, you left feeling empty still. You missed him. 

You missed his hearty laugh, you missed his beard, you missed the way his eyes would light up when he saw you. You missed his voice, you missed the feeling of his hands tracing your skin.

You leaned on the brick wall next to you and made your way down an alley. You fell to the cement in tears, sobbing loudly and drawing the attention of several unhoused people around you.

It was 2024, you learned that night, talking with the kind people you met. They had offered you food but you declined. You honestly weren’t hungry. You dug through the pockets of the jacket you were wearing, figuring there had to be something valuable stuffed in them, and found a wad of cash.

You split it evenly between the strangers and yourself, making sure you had enough to get by. You slept in the alley that night, and when you woke up the sun was in your eyes.

You said goodbye to your new friends and left.

You spent the next several months getting settled; researching Soldier Boy, figuring out what happened to Payback, and then learning about how… he came back from the fucking dead.

And he didn’t… find you?

Did he look? Did he know about the baby? Did he meet him? Does he know where he is now?

Questions just kept coming and coming and coming.

Then one day, after it had been nearly two years, you turned on the TV. You gasped and fell off the couch, and onto your knees.

“B-Ben!” you began to cry, gripping the locket tightly, tugging on it lightly. “Ben!”

***

Homelander sat and watched his dad do another line of coke.

“So,” he started, watching him with quite a bit of judgment. “Do you know… who my mother is?”

“Not a fuckin’ clue,” Soldier Boy said. “There was this chick I was hooking up with, but…” He looked off into the distance. “I was told she killed herself when she found out I was dead.”

“Fuck!” Homelander exclaimed. “Do you mean Inked? I remember learning about you two when I was a teenager.”

“Yeah…” Ben smiled slightly. He still couldn’t believe you would do something like that, but if he was being honest? He understood it perfectly. Finding out you were dead, gone for good? It nearly fucking killed him. But… he simply couldn’t die.

“What was her name? Maybe I can look into it, see if she’s got any family we could talk to-”

“Y/n. She didn’t have a last name, she dropped it. Well, she never told me at least. And anyone that pressured her about it usually got one of her glass-tattoo-things in their genitals.” He laughed. You were more like him than you’d like to admit. “There was this necklace I gave her though, when we first started goin’ out. If Vought kept that somewhere, I’d like to have it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Homelander nodded.

***

“So… interesting news,” Homelander told Soldier Boy as he walked into the conference room. “The necklace was stolen by an unidentified woman about three weeks after your quote, unquote “death” two years ago.”

Homelander showed him the pictures. It was clear Vought messed with the footage, made your face unrecognizable, but he’d recognize that body anywhere. 

The curve of your hips, of your ass, of your boobs; even under the layers of clothing he could still tell… it was you.

His eyes widened. Tears came to the surface but he didn’t let them fall.

“Tha-That’s her,” Soldier Boy whispered. Homelander’s eyebrows shot up.

“Really? Soldier Boy this is great news! It means we can find her!”

That made Soldier Boy smile widely. He even let out a small laugh before he covered his face with his hands; running them from his forehead down to his neck.

“Fuck, man!” Soldier Boy exclaimed.

Ashley walked in; “I am so sorry to bother you sirs-”

“What the fuck do you want?” Homelander sneered. He looked about ready to laser her in two for interrupting the moment he had going with his long lost dad.

“There’s, uh, there’s this woman in the lobby. She’s refusing to leave.”

“Why the fuck is that our problem?” Soldier Boy spat.

“She’s, uh, she claims she knows you, Soldier Boy. She’s claiming, she, uh… well she’s claiming she’s Inked.”

Ben’s face lost all color.

“Wh-What? She’s-Fuck-She’s here? Y/n, my Y/n is here?” He could barely think straight. He needed to get to you.

“If by Y/n you mean Inked, then yeah she’s downstairs.”

The elevator ride down to the lobby was the longest of Soldier Boy’s life. Homelander’s too. He was hoping this Y/n might be his real mother.

When Ben saw you all logic flew out his mind. He raced to you; knocking over people carrying important papers, steaming hot coffee, or the executives’ lunch orders. But didn’t fucking care.

When he reached you he scooped you up into his arms without saying a word. He couldn’t, it’s like his throat was frozen solid.

He couldn’t even think about what he wanted to say to you… he was just shocked. He just kissed you, deeply.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips between kisses.

He just nodded as if to reciprocate the feeling, he just couldn’t speak. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. You’d never seen him cry. You wiped them away with your thumbs quickly. 

“Fuckin’ missed you, dude.” You smiled, tears running down your face as well. He let out a laugh.

He secretly loved when you’d call him stupid, non-romantic names; dude, bro, man.

“I-I,” he choked on his words. “I fuckin’ love you so, so much.”

He kissed you again. And again. And again. And a dozen more fucking times before Homelander cleared his throat awkwardly. Ben put you down, but kept his arms wrapped around you from behind as you began talking with Homelander.

“Uh, hi, Inked. I am The Homelander, I’m Soldier Boy’s son.”

Your eyes widened, your mouth fell open; “Holy fucking shit! Anthony? Is-Is that really you?” You broke free of Soldier Boy’s grasp and hugged your son with everything in you.

“Uh, no, I’m-”

“I know, you’re Homelander,” you let out a small laugh. “But when I first met you, I named you Anthony. He was a friend of mine, saved my life before I ever met your dad.” There was a pause in the conversation as Homelander hugged you back. He knew what you were about to say. “I’m your mom!”

[teamackles96]

That's My Boy

❧ Summary: The day you find out your baby has superpowers.

❧ Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader

❧ Wordcount: 1k

A/N: Inspired by Incredibles 2

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Ben had always imagined having a son.

Not in the soft, domestic way normal people did. He never pictured bedtime stories or soccer practice or tiny lunchboxes with the crusts cut off. When Ben thought about having a kid, he imagined strength. Legacy. Someone powerful enough that the world would never dare touch him.

What he didn’t picture was this.

Sunlight spilled across the backyard in warm golden streaks, catching against the white fencing surrounding your little suburban paradise. The grill sizzled loudly nearby as burgers cooked beneath Ben’s watchful eye, the smell of charcoal and summer filling the air.

It was disgustingly normal. And Ben fucking loved it.

No Vought. No missions. No cameras shoved in his face. No Homelander.

Just you, him, and the little boy currently sitting in your lap wearing dinosaur shorts and trying to shove his own fist into his mouth.

Ben glanced up from the grill for what had to be the hundredth time in ten minutes. You sat on the lounger beneath the shade umbrella, smiling softly as you bounced your son on your knee. Your laughter drifted across the yard every time he squealed.

Ben felt it low in his chest every damn time. That was his family.

His.

Sometimes the feeling still blindsided him. Soldier Boy. America’s biggest asshole. Retired suburban dad.

If someone had told him years ago that this would become his life, he probably would’ve punched them in the mouth.

But now?

Now he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

His gaze softened as he watched you kiss the top of your son’s head. The kid had your eyes. Thank fuck. But the stubbornness? Yeah. That was all Ben.

"You’re makin’ him soft," Ben called over from the grill.

You looked up immediately, offended. "He’s one!"

"Exactly. Prime toughening-up age." Your son babbled loudly in agreement with absolutely nobody. Ben snorted to himself, flipping the burgers. God, he loved that kid. He loved how chubby his tiny hands were. Loved the way he waddled like a drunk old man whenever he tried walking. Loved hearing him laugh so hard he snorted.

Ben had spent most of his life believing he’d never be capable of loving someone properly. Then the little gremlin showed up and ruined him completely. Your son suddenly giggled harder as you made another silly sound at him, tiny shoulders shaking with excitement.

Then his nose scrunched. You froze dramatically. "Ohhh, big sneeze incoming?"

His tiny face screwed up further. Ben looked over his shoulder just in time to see— "Achoo!"

The second the sneeze escaped him, the baby launched twenty feet into the air. You screamed. Ben dropped the spatula instantly. "What the FUCK—"

Your son floated higher above the yard, giggling hysterically like being airborne was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.

"BEN!"

"I SEE HIM!" Ben sprinted across the grass, arms already reaching upward as panic slammed into his chest. The kid tipped backward midair, tiny legs kicking uselessly. "Oh, shit—" Ben caught him against his chest a second before he hit the ground.

You stood frozen beside the lounger, staring wide-eyed at the baby now happily grabbing fistfuls of Ben’s beard.

Ben slowly lifted him away from his body, staring at him in disbelief.

The baby squealed proudly. Ben blinked once. Then a slow grin spread across his face. "Well," he breathed, "that’s my boy."

"Benjamin!"

"He FLEW."

Before you could stop him, Ben tossed the baby gently upward again. Your horrified gasp echoed across the yard. But instead of falling, your son hovered above Ben’s head, spinning lazily upside down while drool dripped onto his own forehead. Ben stared upward like he’d just witnessed the second coming of Christ. You fell back onto the lounger in shock and defeat.

"He has powers!" he barked excitedly. Then his expression shifted slightly. "…And none of those are mine."

You pointed a warning finger immediately. "Don’t even start."

Ben looked at you innocently. "I’m just sayin’. I don’t float."

"He is literally your clone."

"Well, at least we can keep track of him." Your son sneezed again. And vanished. You both froze.

"Oh no," you whispered.

Then suddenly— Pop.

He reappeared directly in your lap like nothing had happened.

You stared down at him in horror while he happily sucked on the collar of his shirt. "Oh God," you muttered weakly. "He can teleport."

"Doll, there’s one of him and two of us. We’ll be f—" Ben abruptly stopped speaking.

You blinked. Then blinked again. Because there were now two babies in your lap.

Silence consumed the backyard. Slowly, both you and Ben turned to stare at each other.

"…Did he just duplicate?" Ben asked faintly.

One of the babies sneezed. Now there were three.

"Okay!" you yelped. "Nobody say anything else!"

Ben looked genuinely offended. "How is this my fault?"

"Because every time you open your mouth he unlocks a new ability!"

One of the babies crawled up your lap, sucking on your hair. Another disappeared and reappeared underneath the patio table. The third was somehow halfway up the fence already.

Ben stared around the yard for a long moment. Then, to your horror, he started laughing. "Oh, we are SO fucked," he wheezed.

"BEN!"

"This is amazing!"

"You are literally encouraging him!"

"He duplicated himself!" Ben shouted, pointing wildly at the babies currently causing chaos across the backyard, running to gather the little clones.

You groaned into your hands.

A warm hand slid around your waist moments later as Ben sat beside you on the lounger, one baby balanced easily on each arm while the third gazed up at you with big puppy dog eyes. You still had absolutely no idea which one was the original. Ben leaned over, kissing the side of your head softly.

"We got this, doll," he murmured against your temple.

You sighed heavily, leaning against his shoulder despite yourself.

Yeah. Maybe you did.

Even if your son was apparently the most overpowered toddler on the planet. Ben looked down proudly at the babies climbing all over him. "Plus," he added smugly, "we knew this was gonna happen. Kid’s got America’s greatest supe for a dad." You rolled your eyes instantly. One of the babies copied you. "That one's yours," he grumbled under his breath.

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don’t trust noir with a switch and the new tamadachi life game because he’ll definitely add you onto his island just so you two could get married and have a kid.

or maybe do, you could tell he’s the happiest he’s been with how he treats your mii just how he treats you in real life, with love and care.

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Going back and reading all the nice comments on my fic like-

Genuinely I appreciate all the readers so much, I do this for yall.

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not now kitten. daddy's realizing that the scene he invested 1000 words into could be significantly improved but only if he started over from scratch

[legalmente-loca-blog]

Heeeey congrats for reaching 300 followerssss you deserve iiiit, aaaaand since you asked hehehehe >:)

Would like to ask something with soldier boy, a little bit suggestive idk yk how he is, the troope is literally this image from twt that I think it's hilarious (I hope it counts since it's the last thing I saved 😭)

(Ignore dean at the other side lmao I just thought sb's reaction to his s/o saying that to him would be kinda funny ykwim)

Anywaaaaay, happy holidays! Merry christmas!!!

Nop, Not Gonna Trim YOUR Bush

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Female Reader

Summary: When you text Ben telling him you will shave your pubic area, he couldn't be more offended and disgusted.

Word Count: 1,291

Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, oral (female receiving), cunningulus, pulling pubic hair

Legal's notes: Although this request is from a while ago, I'm at a good time to answer it because of today's episode.

You stretched in bed and touched your side, feeling the absence of Ben’s strong chest. He must already be up, training.

You sighed and stirred. New Year’s had passed only a few days before. There was still food in the refrigerator from that night.

You got up and went to the closet for fresh clothes, but when you passed the mirror, you stopped. You tilted your head, observing your reflection. You slightly lifted the t-shirt of Ben’s that you were wearing to sleep and noticed how your pubic hair was peeking out from around your panties.

You bit your lower lip.

And you thought.

Maybe a change this year wouldn’t be so bad.

You thought that this year you could get your pubic hair removed by a specialist. You had never done it. You had never even thought about doing it. The most you did in that area was trim it for your comfort.

But before arranging a date, you had to warn Ben because you knew how crazy he got when there was any change in routine that he wasn’t aware of.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and sent him a message.

I gotta trim my bush.

He hadn’t even given you time to put your phone down before his reply came.

NO.

No? What did that mean? But another message quickly arrived.

NO.

Another no? Oh, come on, Ben-

Don’t commit that war crime! I won’t let you! That’s MY bush.

His bush? What is he talking about?

You typed a quick reply.

What the hell are you talking about now?

I’m on my way. Don’t leave the house for anything. Stay right where you are!!!

Three exclamation marks seemed excessive, but you shrugged and put on some shorts along with a sleeveless top to start the day.

You heard the door open and slam shut not many minutes later. It seemed strange to you because how close could Ben have been to arrive at that speed? You heard him rush up the stairs and even jumped when he opened the door to the room that was ajar.

“Tell me you didn’t do it.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

He walked quickly toward you and grabbed your shoulders, bending down slightly to speak to you better.

“Tell me damn well you didn’t do it. That my bush is still high and strong.”

You raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by his possessiveness and genuinely afraid of what you might have done if you hadn’t warned him beforehand.

“I didn’t.” He breathed a sigh of relief and let go of you. “It only took you about three minutes to get here. Something you still need to tell me how you did, because as far as I know, you’re not super fast.”

“Jesus on a cross, what a relief.” He placed both hands on his knees and leaned forward, as if he’d just run a marathon.

“Okay, now you’re being dramatic.”

He straightened up and looked at you hard and steady.

“Were you really going to do it or was that just a fucking way to play with me?”

“Ben, I’m really still going to do it. I want a change and… Well, I don’t like having it so long.”

“Bullshit.”

“Ben…”

“No.” He said firmly and cupped your face in his hands. “If you do that, I’ll never see you the same way again. It’s like plucking the fur off a fucking animal!”

“I don’t think it compares.”

“Yes, it does. You won’t remove a single hair from your already perfect pussy, and that’s an order.”

“An order?” You narrowed your eyes. “You can’t order me around, much less about this.”

“I’m doing it, woman. Now, sit down.”

“Why—?”

“Do it!” He exclaimed, and you jumped, immediately sitting down in the chair behind you. He knelt slowly, his gaze fixed on yours. “Now, let’s get something fucking clear. I’m in charge here, and if you decide to change anything about your body, you tell me first. But this…” He unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down. You gripped the chair as best you could against his rough movement. “This will never change. No matter what your arguments are, you won’t change a thing. This…” He held you through your panties and you gasped, your nails digging into the wooden chair. “This is mine.” He ripped your panties off effortlessly and you swallowed. His gaze dropped to your pussy, his thumb tracing your pubic hair. “I’m capable of killing for her.”

He placed your legs over his shoulders and caressed them before giving you one last look and burying his face in your pussy. You moaned and arched your back immediately. His tongue flicked through your pubic hair and into your folds, holding one between his lips as he looked at you and tugged at it. You reached for his hair, but he quickly pulled it away with an annoyed growl.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re not allowed to touch me after the scare you gave me.”

“Oh, come on, Ben-”

“No, and that’s final.”

He held your pubic hair between his teeth and tugged at it until you moaned, a little in pain and a little in pleasure. You reached out to touch him, but remembered his order not to and put your hand back on the chair. Soldier Boy groaned and buried his face in you again.

“She’s so perfect. I can’t understand how you could even think of doing that to her.” He murmured against your pussy. “You’re perfect, don’t let her tell you otherwise.”

“Please, Ben, don’t talk to my vagina like it’s a person.”

Ben chuckled softly and rumbled against your pussy, making you clench your lips. He kissed your pubic hair and went back to licking your folds, parting them with his tongue to go deeper. Your eyes rolled back and again you felt the terrible urge to touch him, but you held back. He pressed his mouth against yours and licked hard, sucking as he savored the juices that slowly flowed from you and clung to your pubic hair. Ben inhaled deeply and let out a long moan.

“Your hairs retain your exquisite scent.”

He nibbled at your clitoris and you moaned louder, starting to move your hips against his face. Ben didn’t seem to mind, as he simply slipped his hands under your buttocks and began to match your movements. He licked faster and began to slide his tongue in and out of your tight, wet hole while your pubic hair tickled his own beard and cheeks. The moans in the room grew more frequent and louder. Ben loved having you like this and how your pubic hair felt against his face.

“Oh, God, B-Ben. I-I’m… I’m close.” You whimpered.

“Come on my face. Make her wet me with her juices now.” He demanded.

He took you to the edge, letting you fall in a massive cascade of pleasure, violently writhing you in place as Ben sucked and swallowed every drop of fluid you had to offer. When the wave finally subsided, you slumped back into the chair, and Ben pulled away after finishing cleaning you with his tongue. He licked his lips and looked up at you.

“Next time you have a fucking pathetic idea like this, I’ll take your pretty and tight ass while pulling your pubic hair. Got it?” You nodded wearily. “Good.”

He stood up and patted the side of your head with a little more force than necessary, the strap of your t-shirt slipping off one shoulder. It was clear he was still somewhat annoyed by your brilliant idea to shave. You sighed and adjusted yourself to his touch.

You never thought about doing it again.

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Ben, walking in on (reader) getting out of the shower, looking down: See that’s how it should be.

(Reader), internally: What the fuck-

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: Reader has a bush, suggestive, Soldier Boy loving her bush, him being descriptive

Legal's notes: Hahaha. I can see it in my mind.

You thought you were home alone, so you went out naked, your hair loose and still damp, walking to the closet to grab your clothes when you heard someone at the door. You turned around, startled, and saw it was Ben.

“Damn, Ben, I didn't know you were home.”

But he just looked at you, slowly letting his gaze travel down your wet body until it reached your crotch.

“This.” He said, pointing at your privates. “This is how it should be.”

You looked at him, confused, and glanced down at your midsection. You weren't one to shave down there; at most, you trimmed, but honestly, you almost never touched your pubic hair.

What the fuck? You thought, looking back at him.

“You're disgusting.”

“Disgusting?” He raised both eyebrows and slowly walked toward you. “Why? Because I love a woman with pubic hair?” He pointed at you. “Look at you. A fucking beautiful grown woman, naked as God made her, with a bush on my favorite part of her body. And wet.”

“This can't possibly turn you on that much. It's just hair.”

“It's natural.” He placed his hands on your hips. “And it's fucking perfect.” He ran his fingertips through your curls and you bit your lower lip. “I imagine getting lost and choked in this jungle and not even finding your clit. But of course, I always do.” He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes.

“This is getting out of hand.”

And just as you were about to turn around to grab your clothes from the closet, Ben gripped your hips tightly, pinning you to the spot, and knelt down.

The next thing he did was bury his face in your pubic hair and move it from side to side, feeling like it was scratching his skin.

What followed gave you such intense pleasure.

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[castielthinkr]

Maybe it’s wishful thinking for me, but how about a soldier boy x reader, can be set in season 3 or 5 where he wakes up, meets a supe!reader and is like lovesick or basically head over heels when meeting her. Tries to show off and get her to be with him, reader likes seeing him that way and just teases along….i dark too much caffeine

LOVE IS EMBARRASSING

soldier boy x supe!reader cw old-fashioned views, nsfw mentions, sb is a softie behind all the macho stuff notes thank u anon!! based on the scene with hughie in 3x6! definitely thinking of writing more for sb and supe reader

ben wasn’t expecting to feel like this, especially not after everything with crimson countess. hell, he wasn’t even sure he’d felt this with her. he likes his women older, so this is completely new territory for him. if anyone asked him, he’d deny, deny, deny, but he’s pretty sure he blacked out while meeting you. all he remembers is seeing your face, then butcher laughing at him for his “fuckin’ puppy-dog eyes.” he can’t even remember what he said to you.

his immediate response to… whatever he feels, is confusion. he’s been shown enough tv to know that women nowadays wouldn’t react well to pickup lines he’d have used back in the fifties and sixties, maybe even the eighties, and he can't just ask to fuck you - it's not that kind of feeling. he’s not a pussy, though. he’s not about to tell you about his feelings. instead, he tries showing you how much of a man he is. puffs his chest out, brags, gives you his best blue steel, picks fights.

nothing.

in fact, he’s going in the wrong direction. you’ve both lost count of the amount of times you’ve told him to fuck off, or shut the fuck up (another thing that sends blood straight to his dick - you’re feisty, not afraid of him. he unexpectedly loves it). regardless of how much he’s enjoying the back and forth between you, he can tell he isn’t getting anywhere.

at least, not until you’re put on babysitting duty, and he spouts some emotional, pussy bullshit that somehow makes the annoyance in your eyes soften.

“i didn’t mean to kill those people.” it’s a soft murmur - he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. he looks up after it slips out. he lifts his head to regain his manliness, but pauses when he sees how your head has tilted slightly, how your eyes have softened.

you encourage him with a small hum. "hm?"

he sighs. this is the closest he's gotten to anything with you in weeks. he can't back off now, even if he's sacrificing his masculinity.

"those people in the street... i didn't mean to kill them. i didn't blow anything up on purpose," he mutters.

"i guessed that. and you didn't really fight in world war 2, did you? or all those other wars they said you were in?" you ask. well, not really. there's a knowing look on your face that he's seen before. he sighs and glares, and you smirk.

holy shit. his heart stops.

he bites back a comment about how you should smile more. if normal women in this day and age don't like it, he can only imagine you having a visceral reaction... and probably hating him forever.

"so... big man soldier boy was just a vought prop?" you tease.

"don't start, doll," he mutters. if you were an animal, your hackles would be standing up.

your face changes and your voice is suddenly sharp. "don't call me doll."

right. princess, doll, sweetheart were off-limits to practical strangers nowadays. "got it."

there's silence for a long moment, but it's not uncomfortable, and you don't have a constant look of annoyance on your face anymore. he's getting somewhere.

you get up eventually, heading to another room. before you leave, you turn around with a small smile.

"y'know, you're not as bad as they say, soldier boy," you tease lightly. god, he loves the look of that smile on your face.

"ben," he says. he has no idea what possesses him to say it.

you nod, the smile getting softer. "ben. you're kind of alright, ben."

jesus fucking christ, he's done for.

[thefl3shm4id3n]

I thought of a scenario where you and Homelander are having a screaming match and you hit him with. "I'm gonna fuck your dad and give him a child he actually loves."

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