Je-sus! Who thinks this? I mean genuinely, if you can't separate character from actor, just do us all a favour and stop consuming any kind of fictional media. K?
Look, guys, common sense tells you the character and the person who portrays them are not one in the same. No need to take shit literal. It's ACTING for a reason 🙄
@b3autyfuldisast3r Yeah, I don't know if people have already started this bullshit or whether this was just a preemptive post. But the fact that I don't find it hard to believe people would be tweeting this kind of idiocy says a lot! 🙄
Summary: Soldier Boy is late for a press conference. Again. His assistant the reader is already fed up with him today but he quickly gives them both a reason to be a few minutes behind…
Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader
Word Count: 900ish
Warnings: language, smut
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a straight up Soldier Boy fic (or anything outside of SPN). It’s a little filthy but all consensual despite the way they treat each other. I’m hoping to do more once we know more about Soldier Boy. Enjoy!
Summary: What about the people who don’t really care much about supes?
Characters: Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person)
Warnings: explicit
Words: 1300
ANs: thank you @stusbunker @cracksinthewalls for the pre-read and sanity check.
Back in October 2020, I read an article with Kripke where he said he was basing live action Soldier Boy off John Wayne:
“... one of these guys that’s been around for decades of Vought history. And he was Homelander before Homelander, so he’s from a different era, but he’s got the ego and the ambition — it just comes across in a different way because he’s from a different time.”
Kripke also said that he was a jingoist and a womanizer. I might explore those aspects with these characters at some point as well.
berm
/bərm/
a flat strip of land, raised bank, or terrace bordering a river or canal.
● a path or grass strip beside a road.
● an artificial ridge or embankment, e.g., as a defense against tanks.
Thirty minutes ago, I was sitting on a berm behind the bar where I work five nights a week, smoking a cigarette and trying to calm down. I find that I’m angry a lot these days — global pandemic, Facebook, animal cruelty, Homelander; not to mention some people just can’t wear a fucking mask or wait their turn, but I digress.
Not even a quarter of an hour after bumming a cigarette off me, the only man I’ve met in months who knows how to say please or thank you had me tucked into the alley with my back against the wall. It took him a fraction of that time to get my pants down my legs and twisted around one of my ankles.
Now he’s on his knees with mine hooked firmly over his thick, broad shoulders while his splendidly bearded face and labor-worn hands work wonders between my legs.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pushing my fingers through the thick mass of soft, dark hair on top of his head.
Thus far, he’s proven to be incredibly proficient, so I’m counting the seconds until he makes me come.
“Language,” he scolds, hugging my thighs tighter so he can pull the seam of my cunt open further. He exposes my puffy clit before delivering a sharp suck.
I gasp and buck my hips against his face. He chuckles through a moan and swipes his tongue through my slick.
“Now, now, babydoll,” he soothes just as he crowds tighter into me and doubles his efforts.
He talks like he’s from a bygone era. The timbre of his voice reminds me of history class video footage from WWII. Except, I don’t recall Walter Cronkite making me feel anything like this.
He makes me wanna say his name, cry about it, and beg. “Please, John.”
“Oh, I like that.” He enunciates every word, painstakingly. “Begging.” A puff of air wafts over my exposed clit and I clench before he intently presses and flutters the flat breadth of his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves.
“I don’t-” I heave for air as he slips and twists a finger up inside me then brushes his lips across my clit, back and forth, gentle like a summer breeze — until I finally pop.
I have no words that aren’t nonsense or filth, so I let loose a strangled groan as I throb tightly around his thick middle finger.
“Knew I could get more out of you than foul language.”
He eyes me with a reprimand, so smug and proper that it makes me want to scratch his eyes out.
John stands and settles my feet to the concrete before dipping in to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips and smell myself in his beard, but there’s something else underneath that makes me shiver.
He quietly coos against my lips, “Cold?” before slowly and deliberately pressing the length of his hot, hard body up against mine. I’m trapped between walls of muscle and brick, respectively.
I draw a deep breath in search of his scent. “Could warm me up.”
“Hmm,” he rumbles in my ear and pulls the shell between his lips.
I let my head drop forward and bury my nose in his chest, inhale and exhale. It’s just as I thought, something so familiar but so far gone. John smells like copper, gasoline, and leather. I’d know that scent anywhere.
I can almost taste the ancient grit, wafting from the box in my grandparents’ shed. The damp chill that accompanies decades of conflict brushes my bare skin. My lungs stutter from the cloying scent of my grandfather’s Army fatigues.
“Saw you flip your lid on that mook in there. You wanna take it out on me a little?”
He rears back enough for me to get a look at his pretty face in the moonlight and his hips pin me in place. His eyes shine, jade ringing onyx, framed by thick, dark lashes. Light-colored freckles scatter his nose and cheeks like amber dust and disappear beneath the neat brush of russet-grey whiskers covering his sharp jaw.
John doesn’t look like he’s a hundred years old, but he is.
“Haven’t I already done that a little?” I mutter. I can’t drag my eyes from his bottom lip, heavy and glistening, begging to be sucked.
John hums and nods. “Maybe we take this somewhere we can do more than a little.”
I flick my eyes up to fully meet his gaze, and I realize that I didn’t notice it before when I was so wound up with frustration from the day, willing to take release from anyone to offer it.
Lying in wait beneath the allure of charm and grace is savage.
John’s brow furrows and his lips twist as he tilts his head back and shifts his weight. He slides a knee between my thighs and clucks his tongue.
“What’s that look about, angel? Not having second thoughts, are you?” His tongue dances behind his perfect, white teeth as the cool, blue light from the night sky glints off his incisors. In this light and angle, they look sharper than before.
“Should I?”
John- and let’s be clear, I doubt this guy’s name is John, but- he gives me a look that straddles a line between pity and amusement then he backs up and crouches at my feet.
“You’re going to have to decide that yourself.” His voice rises the way heat always does, smoky and overwhelming.
He gently tugs my cargo pants and underwear back over my boot, and I drop my head back against the wall, fisting my hands at my sides.
The world is a weird place. The part of it I live in is riddled with hostility and injustice, ruled by manufactured heroes, glitz, and glamor. Most days it feels like a bad dream I’ll never wake up from.
No matter how far I run or where I try to hide from these grotesque realities, I shouldn’t be surprised that they keep finding me.
“There.” John works his way back up, sliding my thong in place, muttering about the “flimsy undergarment”, then swiftly fastening my pants and smoothing his meaty hands over my ribcage to adjust my tank top. “Just like new.”
He casually braces one forearm above my head, just enough to the side to demonstrate I’ve got an open window to run or even waltz my way out of that alley.
“Thanks.” I stand straight and as tall as my 5’5” frame will allow and shake my mess of hair out of my face.
“Can I walk you back inside, doll?” he asks without even a fingertip of touch, but I feel his gaze and his voice, scorching and clutching my skin.
“Almost closin’ time,” I mutter, pushing away from the wall and turning to stride away from him. I almost reach the mouth of the alley when he chuckles from behind me.
“That’s not an answer.”
Then he’s blocking the exit with his bulk and heat, smirking down at me like he knows a spoiler for the latest MCU film, but I’ll bet the secrets John has aren’t tasty morsels of entertainment.
“You want me to believe I’m in charge here?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“All’s fair in love and war,” he answers.
We stare for three beats before he licks his bottom lip between his teeth in feigned concentration.
“How about,” he pauses, sidling in closer to set about rearranging my mess of hair. “You go back inside, get your things, tell your friends you’ll see them later.” John rests his hands on my shoulders and examines his work with a satisfied grin then recalibrates his gaze to snag mine. “And I’ll be out here when you’re done.”
I have no way else to answer other than to nod in agreement.
John thumbs my chin before turning on his heel. As I watch him swagger toward a shiny new Cadillac Blackwing, his choice of name finally clicks.
I can't even pick a favorite sentence from this because they're all fucking gorgeous! Everything is so tactile and heady - it's like being pulled under. Yet there's still that layer of salacious grit that makes the thighs tighten 🤤
“God, guns, and Homelander”. Now that’s the scariest shit I’ve heard in a while! Wonder if Vought found a way to control Soldier Boy and supplanted Homelander with him. Perhaps these are the ‘election deniers trying to storm the capitol” but of Vought HQ? I kind of figured that they’d say Vought created Homelander to replace Soldier Boy, because Soldier Boy went way off the reservation and they needed someone they could manipulate better. Regardless, HOW COOL!!! Hurry up 2022!
This is what's gnawing at your insides, yes? What's he going to be like? Fast and hard, slow and sweet? One hundred percent jackass or an incorrigible bastard who just needs to be loved? Uptight or unhinged? Sociopathicly Psychotic??So many possibilities!
We love our smut...we need our smut...but alas we won't see JA as Soldier Boy for awhile, yet. So my question to you is: what would you like to see? What naughty thoughts have rolled around your brain in anticipation of meeting this new Supe? I'd love to help tide us over with some flashfics/oneshots, but I need some inspiration!
Send me an Ask, or reblog with comment, with any prompts, requests, ideas you might have! (Soldier Boy x Reader, no RPF please. I might consider a ship)
The only caveat: I'm a slow writer. Like, 'I just started working on a prompt someone sent me nine months ago slow'. I used to try and excuse this, citing life and an uncooperative Muse and whatnot...and while those things definitely get in the way, it's really just that I'm insecure and obsessed with everything I write being perfect and my tablet is powered by the salt of my tears slow is just how I seem to roll.
THE BOYS Creator Eric Kripke Talks Season 3, Soldier Boy, Herogasm, and Winks to SUPERNATURAL — GeekTyrant
The Boys recently received five Emmy nominations for its second season, and creator and showrunner Eric Kripke recently talked about Seas
Three things I love about this:
1. It sounds like they're really working to make Soldier Boy a unique character. To be able to look at Jensen and not see Dean will be weird for sure, but that's also the mark of a phenomenal actor...and we know Jensen can bring it!
2. Jensen seems to be fitting in great with his new co-workers. I'm not sure that many of us have really considered just how much and how big of a change this must be for him. Like he’s the new kid in a new school...I've been like a worried mom..."Are they being nice to him? Is he happy there? Are they letting him play?" (Obviously, the man is golfing with Karl Urban regularly, but still...)
Guys this shit is gonna be EPIC!!! I cannot wait to see the Kripke & Co. incarnation of Soldier Boy. And - as much as our Dean-Bean will always have my heart - it'll be so awesome to see Jensen breathe life into a new character!
3. For anyone who's ever doubted it, the SPN creators love us, and will always have room in their hearts. The little nods and winks Kripke is hinting at here proves that!
So! I've rewatched The Boys to try and get a feel for where Kripke's Soldier Boy may be headed. I'm making my way through the graphic novels a bit at a time (its some pretty raw, dark stuff) and I'm hardly an expert on anything, but just wanted to share some thoughts:
We know The Boys TV (TBTV) Soldier Boy (SB) is looking pretty rugged and unkempt (in the sexiest ways of course, because Jensen) . Theories I've heard is that SB is either in some sort of off the grid retirement or captivity. I'm personally thinking captivity, either on 47D or at Sage Grove. Not all of the patients escaped! We're going to see members of Payback: we've met Eagle Archer, and other roles have been cast (Crimson Countess, and possibly Tek-Knight).
Granted, the show has only focused on The Seven - Payback could be out and about somewhere, but! Considering Eagle the Archer had joined the Church of the Collective, we can perhaps assume that the team is either dismantled or not yet formed. Crimson was briefly mentioned by Starlight - maybe after SB went MIA other members went their separate ways, and we're looking at a possible reassemble. The timing is perfect: the first incarnation of Garth Ennis's SB had been known for killing Nazis by the dozen (along with other members of Payback). With the PR crisis Vought is in right now, this is the sentiment the need to keep their prices per share high.
It was really interesting to see Ryan Butcher's enthusiasm for reciting the US states: Ennis's SB was portrayed saying the names of states out loud while in battle. Not sure if this was a just a nod to the original, or if there'll be a direct correlation to TBTV SB.
From what Kripke has told us, his SB is going be darker than the original, I can't find the quite but I remember the words womanizing and jingoist being mentioned. I'm so excited to see what this means! For now I'm thinking that SB was kept in captivity for being a bit too patriotic. In the novels, SB did wipe out a shit-ton of Nazis, but also a large number of American troops. Could they have kept him captive to try to control him? Use him as a test subject to fine tune the effects of Compound V? It seems like a redundant narrative to have SB come off as a savior at first, only to show his true colors (as we've seen with most of the members of The Seven). What I'd love to see is SB eating up all the celebrity and purpose, and rallying the American people for a fight against injustice...but in a questionable way. There's a dark side to everything - even, sometimes, the "right thing". Looking at and challenging our perceptions of heroism in a way that shows us the ugly side of it all is powerful, unsettling storytelling and I can't wait.
I am truly excited to see Jensen in this role! The performances he gave us in Supernatural were amazing, even if he was always Dean in some way, shape, or form. I just have a feeling that he's a great fit, excited for this new prospect, and will give it his all. And - I know how this sounds, but...hoping "giving it his all" includes giving us at least a few seconds of him shirtless (he wasn't lifting 40 pound dumbells for funsies, right??) 😉
The only thing truly worrying me about this series is fan reaction. This is not lilkely going to be Michael!Dean, MOC!Dean, Demon!Dean - level bad boy. For anyone who hasn't read the graphic novels or at least scanned the wiki, Jensen’s role may be unsettling. This is satirical, super dark humor that's critical of hot button topics and how society reacts on either side of an issue. The novels and the show give us a glimpse into both what happens when unlimited and unchecked power goes awry, and how easily regular people are swung and swept up one way or another. While they can only get away with so much on the show, it's much much more than what they can do on the CW. With all the recent discontent in the SPN fandom, I'd really be sad to see Jensen getting flack for playing a character that may very well do unspeakable, triggerey things. Both storylines of The Boys are not afraid of showing us how truly awful people (civilian and supe alike) can be. So if you're just tuning into the show, it may be a good idea to get a feel for handling uncomfortable things. I will admit that when I first watched, I stopped after three episodes because it was a really unsettling portrayal for me. I even have to take the graphic novels in small doses, and I'm someone who's not offended or triggered by much.
That's all I got for now. I'd love to hear other people's thoughts, theories, etc. about SBs role in the series!
