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✦pairing: Soldier Boy x female!supe!reader✦
✦summary: Ben shaves his beard.✦
✦warnings/tags: supe!Reader, pre-established relationship, canon divergence, tooth-rotting and domestic fluff, average no love lost horniness, no use of y/n✦
✦author's note: This is for my love @deansbbyx! shoutout jackles' face. Takes place a while post-series. Can Be Read In Isolation of No Love Lost. Enjoy!✦
He hadn’t thought about it.
Ryan had been standing next to him, fumbling with the razor and acting like the damn thing was going to bite him. Ben had reminded him, fifty fucking times, that the thing could barely get their hair. That, before Frenchie made him new ones, he used to shave with a damn knife. Ryan had the same skin he did. Same resistance. The razor couldn’t so much as nick him, if shoved it right into his face.
“But what if I figure out a way?” Ryan had said. “What if I have a kid, and they don’t have the V, and I can’t teach them how to shave because I never learned-“
“You’re learning right now, kid. Pick up the razor.”
“It looks sharp-“
“It is sharp, that’s the whole fucking point-“
“What if I drop it, and Maeve is there-“
“The thing is sleeping on the couch. Just pick the damn thing up-“
“I could hurt mom-“
“No, you can’t. Won’t hurt your sister, either. No one’s fucking dying, Ryan-“
“Everyone always ends up dying-“
“Christ on a fucking cross.” Ben had muttered, shaking his head. He didn’t understand how Ryan’s thoughts even moved that fucking fast. “I’m not letting anyone fucking die. Now watch.”
He’d picked up the razor, turned to the mirror, and taken off a section of his beard.
Ryan had blinked slowly, and nodded. Ben had heard his heartbeat slowing down.
“See. No one died.” Ben had thrust the razor into Ryan’s hands. “Not that much hair on your face anyway. Should be a walk in the fucking park, if you just goddamn breathe.”
It had been effective. Ryan had shaved the small hairs, forming on his jaw and over his lip. They looked thick. Like they make a strong beard one day, once the kid’s hair darkened and he finished this puberty shit.
Of course they fucking would. Ryan had Ben’s genes, and Ben had damn good genes. He didn’t land the wife he had just by fucking around and not knowing how to grow a goddamn beard.
She did say She loved him for his old man fucker charm, whatever the hell that meant. Ben hadn’t ever questioned it. He also didn’t get a perfect, hot fucking wife by questioning Her sharp, quick brain. She could call him whatever the hell She wanted, just as long as Ben got to hold her while she did it.
He’d wanted to go find Her, after Ryan wrapped up. He’d done a good fucking job, and She should see it. Be proud of Ryan, then start making needy, desperate eyes at Ben that he’d be more than happy to turn blowout and dazed. He could slide himself between Her lips, kiss down Her body, just come up behind Her take her against his chest, see if she could keep herself standing while Ben fucked Her pretty and stupid on his cock-
“Ben.” Ryan had cut through his thoughts, voice nervous. “You, um- Your beard.”
Ben had frowned, then looked in the mirror.
He’d shaved off a chunk of his beard, then just fucking forgotten. He scowled.
“Fucking-“
Ben had groaned. Told Ryan to go find Her, and show off his shaving while Ben dealt with the situation. He could just leave it. His hair grew fast, and if he did the same thing on the other side…
It would still look like fucking shit. Unless he wanted to look like a damn clown car crash for weeks, he had to shave.
He hadn’t fully shaved since the 80s. He didn’t even remember what it felt like, until he washed off the rest of the cream and dried it.
Cold. Felt cold, and naked. Ben squinted at himself in the mirror, not loving the lines on his face. He didn’t look old, but he wasn’t 68 anymore. Or maybe he’d just always fucking looked like that. He didn’t like being able to feel air on his chin. Air was for his fucking hands and hair.
He still looked handsome. He’d always looked handsome, that wasn’t the fucking problem.
But that didn’t seem like his face. That was the face of Soldier Boy, who’d been lonely and angry. Who would’ve laughed in Ben’s face, if he went back and said he was married to a woman doctor, who he cooked and drove for because She was a perfect fucking genius, but couldn’t be trusted with food or cars. That they had a baby girl, had adopted Ben’s grandson, and now spent their days doing parent-teacher conferences and reading baby books.
Soldier Boy might’ve decked him. Would’ve decked him. Soldier Boy had been a fucking idiot, who hadn’t met Her yet. Who didn’t understand what Ben did. What shit made a man. What shit was important. That he got constant pussy and had never been goddamn happier, and all he’d needed to was stop being—as much of—a fucking ass.
She’d say Ben was still an ass.
Ben was real damn glad, She’d never be able to meet the man from before. He never could’ve deserved Her in a million lifetimes.
Well. Maybe he could.
He did now.
Christ, She better like the clean shave. It wouldn’t matter what Ben was seeing then. If She said it was good, it was good.
And if it wasn’t, he’d just grown the thing back.
“Ben, we’re out of- Oh.”
She blinked at him, as he walked into the kitchen. Ben fought his smirk, at the gorgeous, shocked look on Her face. He could goddamn smell Her need, hear Her heartbeat kick up, and if that wasn’t enough, Her face was blown out with something between confusion and desire.
Ben could take that. He stood a little taller, and walked over to the fridge. Like this was fucking nothing, and he hadn’t been feeling a weird fucking tension in his chest before he came downstairs.
“We’re out of milk, Sunshine.”
“I- I know. You- Your-“
“I’ll take Ryan.” He muttered, frowning at the shelves. “You want some flowers?”
“Yes- Um, yes, please?” She still sounded so damn confused, and Ben chuckled.
Closed the door, to find Her right behind it. Staring up at him like She’d been struck by lightning, mouth hanging open and fingers resting lightly on his arm. As if She was trying to goddamn steady herself.
“You good, darling?”
“I’ve…” She shook Her head. “Never seen your full face before.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah.” She breathed, reaching up to cup his cheek.
And suddenly, Ben didn’t mind the nakedness. Her hand felt soft, and fit perfectly against him, just like the rest of Her. Her fingers were light, and when Ben caught her wrist and moved it to his lips. He could feel Her more there, too. Her breath caught, as She stared at him like he was the best thing in the world.
It made him feel fucking alive. He was never growing a beard again.
Or at least until She missed it, burning between her thighs. He’d grow it back, just for that shit. He’d do whatever the hell She wanted, long as she kept looking at him like that.
“I like your jaw.” She murmured. “And… General face.”
Ben snorted. “You got a pretty fucking nice general face as well, beautiful. You want to see what shit this face can do to you?”
She made a face at him, even as She leaned in closer. “It’s still your face, Benjamin. I’m sure it’s going to perform just fine.”
“Well, let’s fucking find out.”
Ben hauled Her into his arms, and carried Her right to the bedroom.
They found out. Ten times. And if Ben hadn’t been ready to maintain the shave before, feeling Her pretty pussy rubbing against his bare skin had been more than enough of a sell. Only shit he missed was how She’d get caught in his beard, when he was done. But there was an easy fucking fix for that.
Just pull Her one his damn face, and drown in he like that.
She lay on Ben’s chest after, fucked out and all damn giggly, and traced his jaw like she was trying to memorize it. Like Ben didn’t goddamn love Her, and would ever fucking take himself anywhere he couldn’t get back to her.
“You have a really nice mouth.” She said softly, and Ben smirked.
“Someone I know really fucking loves it.”
She smiled, even as She rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”
“That’s not very nice, Sunshine.” he drawled, trying to move his face as little as he could. Didn’t want to disturb Her. “Might have to fuck the manners back into you, if you keep that shit up.”
“Oh no. Don’t have sex with me.” She said dryly. “That would be horrible.”
Ben snorted, kissing the top of Her head. “Brat.”
“You love it, cunt.” She kissed his neck, never looking away from his face, and he chuckled.
“I love you, smartass.”
“Love you, too.” She sighed happily, then paused. “Is this what Ryan was worried about?”
Ben grunted, and She giggled again.
“Holy shit-“
“Shut up.”
“You didn’t think about it, first-“
Ben grabbed Her, flipped her over, and pinned her onto the mattress with a glower. She just kept damn giggling, not at all intimated by his very dangerous self, and he had to fight his own smile. She was fucking contagious.
“You look pretty when you laugh.” He muttered, because She should know, and she just beamed at him.
“Thank you. You look pretty when you’re grumpy.”
“I’m not-“ He sighed, dropping his brow against Her’s. You’re acting real fucking smug, for someone who’s about to be fucked until she can’t talk.
A high whine left Her throat, legs locking around his waist, and Ben smirked.
Ben…
Say it. He ghosted his lips over Her’s, and goddamn it felt good to have nothing blocking him from Her perfect fucking mouth. Talk for me, beautiful, just fucking say it and it’s yours-
Her mouth opened, Ben dragged his hand down Her bare side, and-
The fucking baby monitor spurred to life.
Rhia was up.
Ben groaned, dropping his face into Her breast, and She laughed softly.
“You wanted her. I remember Sunshine, I’m going to fill you with fifty fucking babies, fuck you so good you can taste me when you breathe- Ben!” She squeaked, as he poked Her side, and Ben grinned.
“I’ve never said any of that shit in my life. Don’t move.”
He kissed Her, long and deep, and She sighed.
“I can go get her-“
“You don’t fucking raise a finger. Need you ready to be filled up.”
Her mouth fell open. “Benjamin-“
“Love you.” Ben grabbed Her jaw, squeezing softly and dragging his thumb over Her lips. “Don’t fucking move.”
He left their room, pulling on his pants as he went. Rhia was sitting in her crib, grabbing at the bars and screaming her little damn head off.
“You got lungs, sweetheart.” He muttered, picking her up.
“Dada?” She yawned, leaning into his chest, and Ben rubbed his face with a sigh.
“Yes. It’s me.” He sighed, frowning down at her. “We hungry? Need that fucking mushy shit in the fridge?”
Rhia sniffed, squinting at Ben’s face in the dark, and he sighed.
“Yeah. It does taste like ass, but your mother says it’s good for you. And she knows better than both of us.”
“Dada.” She babbled at him, still squinting. Ben opened his mouth, and froze as she grabbed his face between little hands. Her little sharp eyes started welling with tears.
“Rhia- Shit-“
She started crying. Lip wobbling and tears falling, whole tiny body shaking with it. Ben tried to soothe her. He said all the right shit—it’s okay, you’re good, come on, kid, just fucking breathe—and it didn’t work. He grabbed her stuffed lobster out of the crib, and that didn’t do shit either. He wouldn’t give up. He’d find what was making Rhia cry, fix it, and nobody would have to worry-
“She’s trying to find your beard, Ben.”
He glared down at Her, leaning against his side and smiling at Rhia in his arms.
“Mama, ma ma ma-“
“Hi, baby.” She hummed, offering Her finger up. Rhia grabbed it, and started pulling on it, trying to drag it into either Ben’s face, or her little mouth.
“You weren’t supposed to fucking move.” Ben muttered, and She shrugged.
“Oops.”
“Ma mama-“ Rhia pulled Her finger harder. “Dada-“
“I know.” She leaned up, kissing Rhia’s cheek. “Daddy’s face is naked.”
She whispered that last word, still smiling, and Rhia paused. Made a few extra sounds, that sounded pretty damn close to real words.
“I shaved.” Ben grunted, and Rhia pouted. “It’s when I get rid of all the hair. Shit will grow back.”
Rhia’s little nose wrinkled, and he sighed.
“Still fucking me. Look.” Ben held out his finger, and Rhia eyed it suspiciously. “Same fucking face. Same fucking hand.”
Slowly, Rhia grabbed Ben’s finger. Started chewing on it, then made a grumbly little sound like she approved.
Ben sighed, rocking her back and forth, and held up his elbow slightly. And invitation, for Her to come closer.
She slid under his arm, hugging his side, and Ben grinned.
They just stood like that for a while. Rhia slowly wearing herself out, the ocean-noise machine in the background. Soft fairy lights danced in the air, as She hummed, and Rhia got entranced by them. Fuck, Ben couldn’t look away from them, until Rhia eyes started to droop, and her head fell to his shoulder.
“Ryan did a good job shaving.” She murmured, brushing Her fingers through Rhia’s baby hairs. “You both look very handsome.”
“Good.” Ben grunted, kissing the side of Her head. “We need to look the damn best, next to our girls.”
She smiled up at him, leaning forward for a soft, slow kiss. Ben held Her against him, careful not to disturb Rhia, and turned his head to deepen it, trying to get as close as he goddamn could.
I love you, She said between their heads, and Ben hummed.
Love you too. Keep the beard, or-
Hm. She leaned back, still smiling.
Still looking at Ben like he was everything in the fucking world.
Whatever you want, Ben. She kissed his cheek, voice soft in the sounds of the ocean. I love it either way.
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Summary: Dean saves you from a hunt gone wrong and some feelings get involved.
Warnings: feelings, angst, reader almost gets hurt on a hunt, dean's angry and worried. the L word is used.
WC: 531
A/N: shout out to my beta @mermaidxatxheart ilysm <3
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The motel room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the neon sign flickering outside the window as the bedside lamps barely shone through the shades. You stood by the table, hands braced against its surface, your breath uneven as the weight of the night settled over you.
You were scared but you'd never admit it. Not even to Dean, though he's the one that had saved your ass from getting killed tonight.
Dean paced near the door, jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. The hunt had gone sideways. Way sideways. And you had almost—
"You shouldn’t have gone in alone," Dean’s voice cut through the thick silence, rough with anger.
You exhaled sharply, refusing to turn around. "I didn’t have a choice, Dean."
"Bullshit," he snapped.
You spun to face him, anger all over your face to mask the terror that was quickly subsiding. "It was either that or let an innocent family die, Dean!" Your voice wavered, frustration and exhaustion mixing in.
Dean raked a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven. "You almost died."
"You think I don’t know that?" you shot back. "But I don’t have the luxury of making mistakes. Every move I make could get me killed. It’s just the way it is in this hellfire life! You know this, so do I!"
Dean took a step closer, his green eyes burning with something unreadable—anger, fear, something deeper. "That’s not how this works," he said, voice lower now, but no less intense. "We don’t do this alone. You don’t do this alone. You need to tell me when you're going on goddamn suicide missions!"
You swallowed, the fight in you faltering just a little as you looked away from him. "I knew what I was doing."
Dean shook his head. "Yeah? Then tell me—what would I have done if you didn’t come back?" His voice cracked, just slightly, and it hit you harder than any yell ever could. "Do you think I would ever want to live without you?"
You blinked, suddenly aware of just how close he was now. Close enough that you could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he should.
Your throat went dry. "Dean…"
He exhaled sharply, then ran a hand down his face, trying to steady himself. "Just—just don’t do that again, okay? I can’t…" He trailed off, looking away.
Something in your chest clenched. You knew Dean. Knew how hard it was for him to say things. But this? This was as close to a confession as you were ever going to get.
So instead of answering, you reached out, your fingers grazing his hand. He flinched—just a little—before finally, finally, he let his fingers curl around yours.
"I’m here," you murmured. "I'm alive. I'm alive all because of you and your overprotectiveness. And I will always be grateful for that."
Dean closed his eyes for a moment, like he was trying to commit that to memory. Then, when he looked at you again, some of the tension had drained from his shoulders.
"Don't scare me like that again, please."
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I know I’ve been quiet for a while, and I’m sorry. I’m dealing with a lot of different things right now, and I don’t want to burden you with all of it, but I wanted to say something instead of just disappearing.
I hope I can get back to writing and sharing it with you soon, but I can’t promise a specific date yet.
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Fic in question: Labrador (Friends being Friends):
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Summary: Become a Vought Personal Household Assistant! Do your duty as an American Citizen and serve your heroes by cooking, cleaning and spending some one-on-one time with them! No task is too small, no ask too great. No previous experience required, training will be provided. And of course, discretion is greatly appreciated.
Day Two: Vibrators—Soldier Boy
Summary: Odessa never claimed her pride facilitates smart decisions, but when she loses a bet with Ben and is sent on an undercover mission soon thereafter, a little distraction puts both her and Ben's self-control to the test.
Day Three: Erotic Massage—Tyler Owens
Summary: Storm chasing isn't exactly the easiest for the body. Good thing Tyler knows how to put his hands to good use (in more ways than one).
Day Four: Clothed Sex—Billy Butcher
Summary: A chilly night in the stakeout van turns heated when Butcher returns from a food run to find Samara, the chronic clothes stealer, swathed in his beloved trench coat.
Day Five: Ex's Best Friend—Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
Summary: Things changed when you and Bradley broke up. But despite the mostly amicable split, you are still left raw and wanting. Who better to help you forget than your best friend, who just happens to be your ex's best friend?
Day Six: Corruption Kink—Ruby
Summary: Sam should have known better than to leave you alone with her, a demon. He knew Ruby, and he knew you. But maybe it was all part of the plan.
Day Seven: Priest Kink—Dean Winchester
Summary: Churches are for the sinners as much as they are for the saints. So what's wrong with a little sinning while inside? Especially when Dean looks like every saint's wet dream.
Day Eight: Thigh Riding—Rowena
Summary: Patience was never your virtue, so when you get impatient while waiting for Rowena to finish updating her grimoire, she instructs you to figure it out yourself (I suck at summaries, I am so sorry)
Day Nine: Beach Sex: Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Summary: An afternoon at the beach leads to Tatum and Jake getting cozy later on
Day Ten: Humiliation Kink—Crowley
Summary: A self-sacrificing bargain leads you to become Crowley's plaything. But in all the lessons and warnings you were told about the demon, they left out the part where he liked to put on a show. At least this kind.
Day Eleven: Aerial Sex—Homelander
Summary: When you decide you want to try and conquer your biggest fear, Homelander finds a way to help make the process a little more enjoyable. After all, there's nobody better to help you overcome your fear of heights than the only man in the sky
Day Twelve: Somnophilia—Soldier Boy
Summary: When Odessa keeps different waking hours from Ben, he decides to use their arrangement to blow off some steam
Day Thirteen: Home-Video—Billy Butcher
Summary: Hunting supe's isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's gory and bloody and painful. But every once in a while, it facilitates a sort of epiphany. When Butcher and Co. find a supes camera filled with amateur porn, it gives him an idea.
Day Fourteen: Crotchless Panties—Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
Summary: Taking a self-care day, you treat yourself to some new lingerie. But, since Natasha is on the other side of the world on an assignment, she will just have to see through the photos you send her.
Day Fifteen: Blood Play—Demon Blood!Sam Winchester & Ruby
Summary: You really should have listened closer to Ruby when she told you to save your strength.
Day Sixteen: Gun Play—Demon!Dean
Summary: You have managed to avoid making good on your crossroads deal for 3 months after it's expiration date. You started to think maybe you counted the years wrong, until a handsome black-eyed man shows up at your door and proves you wrong and offers you a different deal.
Day Seventeen: Sex Magic—Rowena
Summary: Rowena makes good on her promise to make your first Beltane together one you'll never forget.
Day Eighteen: Pain Kink—Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Summary: There's nothing wrong with a little pain, right?
Day Nineteen: Primal Play—Homelander
Summary: After you go on a date with a guy you met on Tinder, you find out just how far Homelander's obsession really goes.
Day Twenty-Two: Gags—Billy Butcher
Summary: An upcoming undercover op requires Samara to go shopping for an outfit. When Hughie leaves and she drags Butcher into a lingerie store, he helps remind her that she's beautiful no matter what she wears.
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I just realized I completely skipped past a couple of really fun milestones for my writing, and since I wanna celebrate the good stuff more, I just thought I'd quickly share!
I published my 150th work on my AO3* (Kinktober'll to that to ya 😄), and my 1000th post on Tumblr (we shan't say anything about that, I live here now, apparently). But what I'm really, really extra proud of is this:
I surpassed 1 million words posted on AO3. That one really gave me a moment of, "woah!" (Can you tell my emotional range is limited? 😄)
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Thank you for being here and thank you for deciding to spend some of your time on me. ♥️
On to the next million. 🏃♀️➡️
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