i hope soldier boy dies he starts to get on my nerves real bad. like yeah hes funny, he's good looking but i genuinely can't stand him when he's on my screen. im happy to see him but as soon as this white ancient piece of manwhore opens his mouth i wanna throw myself off a cliff. anyone who tries to defend his character also pisses me off.
Hiii could ya write another age gap fic between soldier boy and reader?(Not illegal but like enough for soldier boy to be reader's father) Btw I luv Ur workss
Different.
male reader ,, age gap ,, nsfw-ish content ,, he/him pronouns used but no genitals described for reader ,, not proof read 💔 ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
Soldier Boy liked you—enough to keep you around, which already made you special because Soldier Boy doesn't just like people, and he definitely doesn't keep someone around if it wasn't for his advantage.
You weren't something sweet and gentle. You didn't listen, and you definitely didn't submit to him. Every time you fought back, trying to prove that you were already grown and strong, it made Ben smile in a way—every time you tried to wrestle with him. Any of the insults you threw his way didn't even reach Benjamin's ears.
He let you be angry, maybe because you reminded him a lot of himself. There was something in your eyes whenever you did land a slap. The sharp smile on your face was like a prize whenever you thought you had Ben pressed to the ground.
Both men knew that he was Soldier Boy. He let you win whenever he wanted to. Ben allowed his boy to wrestle him to the ground and smile all proudly—just for you to end up bent over and whining anyway. Obviously, it turned Ben on—the fighting, the grinding, and the punching. It didn't hurt the older men, not even slightly.
But there was also something addicting—that he could just manhandle you around. He didn't let you win every time, and sometimes you would storm off. You were stubborn and thick-headed. But each time you ran off and disappeared, Ben knew you would return—just for the thrill.
Ben let you believe you could fight him. But when he had enough, he would turn the game around. His large hands easily grabbed your arms and, with gentle strength, he maneuvered you however he wanted to. He could hurt you; he could be aggressive, but Ben didn't want to break such a precious boy.
When he had you in the position he wanted, the old man would just hold you close—strong arms wrapped around your torso or waist, hips pumping into yours. All the anger and violence was gone. Your sharp insults turned into quiet, high-pitched noises—small 'ah's and 'oh's left your lips.
Benjamin's thick cock stretched you open, filled you completely—enough to make you go dumb. It was addicting as well.
You were different from everyone else. Ben liked that. You were younger, smaller, and weaker than the grown supé. But you still put up a fight. You tried to prove to Ben that you were as much of a man as he was—and maybe Ben even believed you.
But for now, he would coo gently, keeping you pinned to whatever surface he got you bent over while filling up your insides with each thrust—just enough to make your legs shake.
i am way too employed to write anything good right now
the pitt looks to me (as a European) that all hospitals are well staffed in america. i haven't even watched the show, so maybe they also discuss staff problems, i don't know. but just seeing a few clips makes it just look like they are always fully staffed. which i can't really believe.
Hiiii! I was wondering if your taking requests for Dean Winchester x male reader?
my inbox is always open for requests :3 I'm very employed rn and do extra hours but if i find time and motivation i would loooove to write some more !!
eric kripke should've let his freak win and let joe kessler fuck billy butcher in at least one scene. even if it was just in butchers head. would make it even better. in my opinion.
mature content,, angst and feelings,, marks tumor mentioned,, bad medical talk (im not a professional),, internalized homophobia,, not really boyfriend!mark but kind of yes,, this is very bad
english is not my first language!!
boyfriend!mark who would never put an actual lable on your relationship.
boyfriend!mark who would never openly admit that he has feelings for you.
boyfriend!mark who calls you to ask what pills to take when he's feeling sick or his head starts hurting again.
boyfriend!mark who met you for a check-up while you took his vitals.
boyfriend!mark who always comes by even if he doesn't need any check-up's just so he can pull you away from your work.
boyfriend!mark who denies being in a relationship with you but always gets jealous whenever you mention that someone asked you on a date.
boyfriend!mark who sits on the exam table, telling you he has a "problem in his pants". just for him to end up being bent over, having his third prostate exam in a month.
boyfriend!mark who makes you suck him off before the doctor comes in to talk about his growing tumor.
boyfriend!mark fights with you about his ongoing treatment. he doesn't like that you care too much, but he also hates whenever you leave in anger.
boyfriend!mark who never cries unless it's in your arms.
boyfriend!mark who loves taking control but trusts you enough to take care of him.
boyfriend!mark who would probably date you if you weren't a man. #internalizedhomophobia
boyfriend!mark who looks like the top in the relationship but alone at home, he takes your cock like a champ.
boyfriend!mark who only told amber about you.
boyfriend!mark who comes into your workplace with the biggest confidence just to whine for a kiss literally five minutes later.
a/n: long fic, im too lazy to proof read it all again but like half of it is proof read :") hope u enjoy it
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
Leaves were falling from the trees, green turning into orange and red as autumn rolled into Stars Hollow. But for some reason, Dean's weird obsession—the one that had built up over the summer—still hasn't wavered. It felt like this "summer crush", as Dean liked to call it, was just getting stronger with every passing day.
He should be ashamed. He should only have eyes for Rory. Her sweet smile, those big eyes, and her soft hair were enchanting. But for some reason, the same features looked even better on you. It was weird. How could the same nose, same lips, and eyes just look so much more attractive on you, a guy? Despite being siblings, Rory and you were very different from one another.
Of course, Dean was aware that siblings were usually different. He himself had a little sister, and he loved her a lot, but they still had very different interests. However, you and Rory had a very small age gap, maybe a year or so. Dean had always guessed that you two would be very similar, but the more time he spent with Rory's little brother, the more he realized just how much of a different person you were.
While Rory could be complicated, like most girls were during that age—in Dean's opinion—you were much easier to be around. Dean liked spending time with his girlfriend, but whenever he was over, he mostly sat in your room, watching you do your homework.
More time passed, and Dean became a steady presence in your life. He always lingered around, not in a pushy way. The boy was just there, something you would expect from your sister's boyfriend.
Behind your and Rory's back, Dean started sneaking around, walking into your room when you weren't around to steal your clothes. It didn't matter to Dean if they were washed or not; preferably he even took the unwashed clothes. He just really liked the smell of sweat and musk after a long day. Your sweaty clothes after PE smelled the best, in Dean's opinion. Obviously.
Sometimes the brunette would sneak into your room at night, tiptoeing around just to watch you sleep. It was weird, even creepy. Hot shame pooled in the pit of Dean's stomach for every little thing he would do, but the shame would just develop into some deep-rooted lust.
Maybe he should've just ignored that weird infatuation and instead concentrated on school, hockey, and Rory. But that crush just turned into a weird obsession, and by now it was too hard for Dean to compose himself around you. Just a small look, a brush of hands, was making the brunette's jeans feel tighter. He couldn't even count how many times he had jerked off with some piece of clothing in his face, almost choking himself with the fabric.
Sweaty shirts weren't enough anymore. By now he snatched the underwear from your dirty laundry to the point where Dean overheard a conversation between you and Rory, mentioning that you couldn't find your underwear anymore. Dean's body felt hot, and his face flushed before he excused himself to the bathroom, trying to ignore the weird looks he got from the sibling pair.
The wind outside was cold, and Dean already had you wrapped up in his coat. He was a horrible boyfriend, taking his girlfriend's brother out to see a movie instead of just taking Rory. Sometimes Dean wondered if you knew about his obsession, if you were aware and wanted him as much as he wanted you.
Gently, he ushered you into his car, giggling as he crawled into the backseat with you. This wasn't the first time he had done this with you. Doing any activities with you didn't matter if it was just hanging around at your place or going out to do something else. He loved going to the library with Rory before; now it felt boring to go without you. For some reason, you're the most important person in Dean's life.
"That was fun," Dean chuckled, smiling at the way the cold made your cheeks flush. The boy reached out to wrap the coat even tighter around you. Maybe just a cheap excuse to have his hands on your body or the body hidden underneath the layers of clothes. To Dean, you looked adorable, all wrapped up and soft.
His hands lingered on your shoulders, staring at you for a few seconds too long. God, he should be ashamed of himself. But the soft grin on your face made him want to melt away. Before Dean knew it, he leaned in. The last thing the brunette saw was your wide eyes staring before his lips landed on yours, a little too determined and pushy considering that he was kissing his girlfriend's brother.
Immediately, as you started pushing and pulling away, Dean realized what he had done. Everything spiraled into a mess, and he couldn't let you go now. Before you could even reach for the door, Dean had his arms wrapped around you, panicking just as much as you did.
"No! Wait... please— let me explain!" Dean huffed, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you, even as you started flailing and fighting in the older boy's hold. "I care for Rory! A lot, even!" he exclaimed, hoping to calm you down in the small space of the backseat. "But I— I... just like you more." The tall brunette huffed in frustration, not understanding why you couldn't get it. All these signs. And you had been so blind about it.
"One chance! Just one... please..." Dean almost whimpered as he let you go, big puppy dog eyes and a cute pout on his pink lips. "Rory doesn't have to know..." he whispered, one hand taking yours, softer this time.
"Dean, this isn't— I mean that's wrong," you retorted, even as your heartbeat skipped a beat. Dean was a handsome boy, and despite the fact that he's dating your sister, you couldn't deny the small crush you had always had on him. The brunette had always been charming in a way. And sometimes even you liked to fantasize about what it would be like to be with him.
"Let's just try. Nothing serious. One kiss. And if you don't like it, we never have to do it again." By God, Dean hoped you would like it. The excitement heightened as he saw your expression waver. He knew he had wrapped you around his finger. "Please?" he cooed, saying your name like a prayer, something sweet that was just melting on his tongue.
Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in again, gently pressing his lips against yours once more. This time you didn't fight, didn't push or pull away. Dean's heart skipped a beat as he felt the way you were melting into the kiss, hearing the soft sigh that came from you. The kiss wasn't rushed, just a small experiment. Carefully, the brunette's lips moved against your own, one hand cupping the side of your face.
It was wrong and fucked in many ways. But once in a while, it felt like you should do something for yourself as well. You thought about the many times Rory had complained about Dean, the times they fought and argued, simply to excuse what was happening right now.
The kiss escalated at some point, Dean's tongue pushing into your mouth, swallowing each noise down. He was being greedy, trying to taste everything you've got. His hands moved from your face to roam over your body, trying to feel as much as possible underneath the many layers of fabric.
"Dean—" you gasped, pulling away from the kiss as you realized where this might go. This wasn't just a simple kiss. Not just to 'try it.' Dean knew that just as much as you did.
"Please... I've wanted this for so long," the brunette pleaded, long lashes fluttering as those big dark eyes looked at you. "I would never hurt you. I— I've loved you for so long." The words stumbled from his lips without even thinking, his head still dizzy from the feel and taste of your lips. But Dean realized what he said as soon as he saw how your face changed again.
"Loved me?" I breathed out, staring back at Dean with confusion and shock. Those were bold words coming from the boy who was supposed to love your sister.
For a moment, it was just quiet in the car, the atmosphere tense. Dean wasn't sure what to say because he knew how weird this was, on many levels even. Frustration bubbled up in his chest. After all this time, he finally got you, and suddenly you were questioning him.
"I know it's a lot. But I also know you feel the same," Dean murmured, trying to turn this all around on you. His hands slid down to your pants, quickly squeezing your crotch before you had any time to react. He took the gasp that he got from you as an invitation again, quickly smashing his lips against yours once more. Dean held you close, waiting until you gave up your squirming and melted back into the kiss.
During the kiss, Dean carefully laid you back onto the seat, already removing his coat from your shoulders. The brunette hummed against your lips, happy about the success. You felt good underneath him, soft and pliant. His lips moved from yours to your cheek before kissing his way down to your throat, gently suckling and biting there.
"No— what if she sees?" you protested weakly, your hands fisting into the fabric of his hoodie.
"She won't," Dean huffed back, pulling back to watch the small red mark bloom on the column of your throat, a small statement that said 'mine'.
While one large hand slipped underneath the layers of your clothes, his other one quickly and swiftly undid your pants, grinning at the way your hips immediately lifted so he could pull down your jeans. Dean pressed another quick kiss to your lips, a silent praise, before fishing out your already half-hard cock from your underwear. With another kiss, he silenced your whine while wrapping his hand around the base of your length.
"So pretty," the brunette cooed before letting his hand move over your growing erection. Dean's eyes were already accustomed to the darkness in the car, able to see every little reaction and twitch on your beautiful face.
This almost felt like a dream to Dean, the way you were just laying there, pants pushed around your thighs. He had imagined this so many times, to see the blush on your face and to feel your skin against his. His own cock was already swelling in his jeans. But that would have to wait. It was a surprise he'd gotten that far, to have you underneath him, willing and wanting.
The noises spilling from your lips were music to Dean's ears, just making him pick up the pace of his hand, his thumb gathering the pearl of pre-cum from the slit. Dean's free hand gripped your hip, holding you still whenever you started thrusting and squirming. He wanted to take his time, at least enough to still his own hunger.
"Dean, please..." you breathed out, beautiful and needy. It was almost embarrassing how hard you were right now.
"Please, what?" Dean hummed, his hand slightly squeezing the base of your cock, twisting his wrist with the upstroke.
"More—" you pleaded, looking up at the brunette with wide eyes, giving him the same puppy look he had given you not even ten minutes ago. And, God, did Dean start folding.
His hand started picking up the pace, using your pre-cum to slick up your cock. Dean kept a steady rhythm, watching in awe at the way your back arched slightly. You moaned and groaned, your hips moving on their own to fuck up into the other boy's fist. If you weren't so aroused, you probably would have been ashamed of how quickly your orgasm was building.
Dean couldn't help but reach down to palm himself through his jeans, licking his lips at how responsive you were. The brunette wouldn't even dare to blink, his lips slightly agape as he panted in sync with you. With wide eyes, Dean watched as you came all over his fist, slowing his motion down not to overstimulate you.
It was beautiful the way your eyes were closed, your face a gorgeous shade of pink, and your chest still heaving as you came down from your high. Never in a million years would Rory be able to compete with this, at least in Dean's opinion. He would never escape this obsession.
