“What a piece of eye candy you are.” Ben growls as he lays his eyes on you. He drops his shield by the door, making his way over to you. Ever since he joined Vought, his wishes and demands came to fruition.

He wanted a housewife. If the world wasn’t “traditional” anymore, he at least wanted a piece of the past. He ordered for you to be in nothing but a pink, frilly apron. Something to bring back women’s femininity. He kept you inside his little penthouse, provided by Vought, keeping you “safe”.

You felt like your only way of peace in this was when he left to be a “hero”. If you left, you’d have a team plus him on your ass searching for you. You didn’t feel like yourself when you’re forced to be bare half the time and be in nothing but an apron he bought. Nor did it feel right to be slagging away all day to make the house spotless clean before he came home so you didn’t get an earful of berates.

He sucks his teeth before smacking your bottom. “Smells good in here, baby.” He kisses your temple, his hand finding purchase on your hip. “Might need to get you pregnant as a reward.”