#soldier boy fluff
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→ Rugrats, Pool, and Grilling Techniques.
pairing: soldier boy x wife!reader.
rating: smut, fluff.
warning: domestic soldier boy, dangerously smitten ben (oocish), established relationship, daddy ben, breeding kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, non-canon complied.
word count: 2k
summary: soldier boy is surprisingly an amazing family man.
tagging: @zepskies
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“Ready. Go!”
As soon as your husband's whistle blows into the air, a loud splash follows when Jamie and Maggie hopped into the pool. Inheriting their father's super stamina and endurance, the two swim swiftly and with the agility of dolphins, while your husband's voice encourages them both. However, out of your twins, Maggie is the faster swimmer, whereas Jamie is quicker on land.
Bathing in the sun beam, you lay on the sunlounger next to Ben's, watching the trio having fun together in the pool. You plan on joining them in a bit, but you let them play on their supe level before you hop in, because after all, you're just a human. For the time being, you're sufficed with your feet dipped in the water at the rim of the pool.
“Haha, that's my girl!” Ben's face beams with a wide smile when Maggie, as expected, beat her twin to the other side of the pool.
“Cheater!” Jamie yells at his sister whom sticks her tongue out at him.
“No, you're just slow, Jay,” She retorts haughtily, a trait she caught from her dad.
He rolls his eyes, “See you on land, sis, 'coz you'll be dragging your ass behind me there,”
Ben bursts out laughing but he stops when you throw him a berating glare with a chiding tilt of your head. Your husband clears his throat.
“Oh, woah, manners young man,” Ben scolds, “You better watch that mouth, you don't speak to ladies like that.”
“Like she's one!” Jamie grouses, propelling his hands into the water, “She took on three children at school the other day.”
“Because they're bullies, and they had it coming!” Maggie replies heatedly.
Once again, a proud grin stretches Ben's lips from ear to ear. You shake your head hopelessly at him.
Maggie swims towards her father, saying, “Bullies are bad, aren't they, Papa?”
“That's right,” Ben agrees, stroking a strand of Maggie's hair away from her face, “You go kick their asses, kiddo.”
“He said it!” Jamie gasps.
“For the love of God, Ben, watch your language in front of the kids!”
He ignores you, “Our daughter, my daughter here is going to be a badass chick.” A grin is plastered on his mouth before his kisses her cheek.
Maggie giggles at her father, “What does badass mean, Papa? Is my butt bad?”
Ben hurls his head back with a laugh, “No, cupcake, your butt ain't bad. It means you're cool as f—hell.” He glances at you momentarily, then he corrects again, “As heck, cool as heck.”
Jamie swims towards his sister, slyness contorts his face, in that moment, you're in stupor at the way it resembles Ben's visage.
“Cool or not, Dad's not gonna allow you to go out with boys,” Jamie says, “Are you, Dad?”
One would expect Maggie's eyes to widen, to look horrified, and her to look at her father urgently, silently begging him to deny what James just said. But the little one swims to her father and wraps her tiny arms around his neck. “I don't need boys, Jay.” She replies with sass, “I'm daddy's little princess, right, Papa?”
While you swoon at Maggie, you smile amusedly as Ben grows a bit perplexed at the sudden affectionate admission from Margret. So, you decide you rescue your husband by climbing down into pool.
“Of course, sweetheart,” You say, swimming towards the three, “Daddy's always gonna be here for you,”
Maggie tilts her head and kisses her father's temple. Ben's grin falters; you can read the uneasiness written on his face.
“Love you, Papa,” she whispers.
“Love you too, princess,”
Maggie's giggles warble around, and Jamie rolls his eyes again.
The four of you play together in the pool, swimming and tossing the ball, after you've divided into two teams; you and Jamie against Ben and Maggi.
During the game, you pick up on the lethargy of his moves. He's not being himself at the moment, for normally, his competitive spirit would more eager to win, even if it were a mere game. You frown a bit when you hurl the ball to the other side of the pool only for Maggie to catch it with dexterity. She throws it back with her supe strength to your side, but Jamie baulks it with his supe speed.
“Close enough, sis, but you're being sloppy,” He teases.
“You wish!”
Jamie flings the ball to the other side again, and Ben blocks it with one large hand.
“Uh oh.” You hear Jamie whisper when he sees his father's smirk. Ben draws his hand backwards then darts it in Jamie's direction. It dashes through a blurry, white flash before it bashes into the water by you, the bolt makes your hair sway.
“Nicely-done, dad!” Jamie cheers.
“Hey, what side are on, Jay?!” You frown, grousing.
Your son only shrugs, “But it was awesome!”
“Ah, cut the kid some slack, would ya?” Ben makes an amused sound, raising his hands in a gesture, “Not my fault I'm the favourite parent here.”
“We' shall see about that, Mr. Gilman, we shall see.” You squint, lips puckering up in a playful curl.
The game ends with a draw; James and Margret aren't so crazy about the result. And they start to squabble about it when you decide to call it a day in the pool and climb out of it.
After having a quick shower, and wearing fresh clothes, the four of you embark on preparing lunch. You and Maggie are to prepare the table, and Jamie is to help his father with the grilling labour.
While Ben teaches Jamie the grilling technics (which you originally taught Ben, because the man didn't know to cook shit when you first met) you chopped the vegetables that Maggie rinsed for you into the salad bowl. The meat odorous smell tickles your nostrils and makes your mouths water.
When the plates are laid out and the meal is ready, the four of you encircle the table, and enjoy what you made together with the spirit of your extraordinary family.
•••
In the evening, you take another shower, but more thoroughly this time. You don't want the smell of barbecued meat and the reek of coal to stick to your body when you go to bed.
You step out the bathroom with a fluffy towel wrapped around your body after thirty minutes. You find Ben sitting at the foot of the bed, his brown hair is still drenched from his shower. He's wearing a grey shirt, and a matching grey sweatpants, with a towel on his head.
His gaze instantly softens when his green eyes land on your figure, a tender smile visiting his lips. You smile back at him, taking the spot next to him on the bed.
“Today was great,” You say, your hands on his strong arm, massaging his muscle, “Thank you, Ben.” Again, he freezes when you reach out to kiss his temple.
Ben nods, the he draws his head back to gaze at you, his large hand cupping your cheek. “No, thank you, baby, for giving me all of this.”
You tilt your head, chewing your lower lip, “Well, you're most welcome, Daddy.”
You see something wicked swirl in the green of his eyes, and the sly smirk on his lips makes your heart skip.
“I was thinking...” Ben scratches his beard with a drawl, eyes predating your body, “The twins are seven now.” He reaches out a hand to tip your chin up, his lips are dangerously close to yours, “What do you think of a third one? Fuck, third and fourth and fifth too.” He thumbs your lower lip gently, “I want to make children with you as much as possible. I want our place to be full of those rugrats.”
A fierce blush rises up to your neck as his breath fans your face, and the flesh between your legs twang in delight. You like it when he talks like that.
Your answer comes as a crushing kiss, and a moan from your throat. Ben's hands trail down to your sides and he lifts you up to his lap. One of his hands roams down your back and loosens the towel, and you're gorgeously naked for him.
“Atta girl,” He praises, “Ready to take what I want to give her.”
He kneads your breasts just right, pinching and caressing where you like, and his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You moan his name, and you feel his cock beneath you coming gradually to life.
You grind your bare cunt on his nourishing cock, and his hand grasps your hair to pull your head. “Behave,” he warns with a chuckle, “Fucking eager, aren't we?”
“Ben, please,” You roll your hips again, your arousal is already glistening on his crotch, “Give it to me, fuck me please, please, please, Daddy, make me carry your babies, please make me your breeding slut.”
You can hear his breath hitch before he sears your lips shut with his, hands resting on your buttocks, his blunt nails digging on the flesh of your crack while you cup his bearded cheek.
Ben hoists you up sharply and flips you, splaying your body wide on the bed beneath him. Quick as the supe he is, he takes off his clothes and graces you with his naked glory. He grabs one of your legs and pulls you down impatiently. You giggle playfully.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” He cups your mound with a possessive hand, his thumb flicking your clit “How much I want to fucking breed this slutty cunt full,”
You spread your legs further for more friction, “Please, Daddy, please, I want your cum, I need your seed.”
“Fuck, baby,” He grumbles, “Needy, little whore...” Your toes curl at the word, more arousal oozing out if your cunny.
His hands grip your thighs, while lining up to your pussy. You yelp and laugh sporadically at the vigour of his thrust. His hands reach out to yours on either side of your head. Your fingers entangle as he paces up his moves.
Your back arches, and words spilling incoherently out of your mouth as he fucks your brains dumb. You hear him swear and spit in the most vulgar language you've ever heard, and it makes you squeeze him more.
You like that dirty tongue of his, how it makes you feel a flagrant whore yet an unstoppable queen.
“Ben, Ben, I'm so close!” You cry, closing your eyes shut.
“Come to me, baby,” He says, bringing his thumb to your clit.
You hang your arms on his strong back as you feel it coming. Your nails graze his flesh when your orgasm sweep over your being. Your inner drawers clamps down on his cock in a tight hug.
Ben growls in your ear, animalistic and primitive, as he twitches sharply inside of you, painting your insides white.
You take your time to calm down. Breathing gradually placating to normal before he rolls on his back beside you. You snuggle up to his chest, and he holds you close with his arm. You feel his seed leaking into your thighs, and your cunt still throbbing through the throes of your orgasm.
You close your eyes and relish in the moment in silence.
“You're a good dad, Ben.” You say after several minutes, looking up at him.
He gazes down at you, hand playing with your hair, “I try not to be like my old man.”
You smile, “I know you do, and you're nothing like him. The kids adore you.”
His Adam's apple bobs up and down, sneering, “Well, that's good to hear. Not to be a fucking disappointment in someone's eye.”
You peck his lips, pride flourishing within your chest; it took you ages to convince Ben that opening up and expressing his feelings to someone he trusts doesn't equal being a sniveling pussy.
He might be the greatest supe, the hero of heroes, an asshole to some and a god to others. But to you, Ben is just Ben, a doting husband, and a perfect father. And you'd stand against the world for him.
Kissing his forehead you say, “You never were one to me, Ben.”
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AFFECTION — Soldier Boy
Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.
Word count: 0.9k
Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.
Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.
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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.
Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.
You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.
The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.
"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah."
He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.
"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.
"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."
"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.
"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.
"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"
"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."
Ben rolled his eyes.
"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.
You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"
Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.
"The fuck you want?"
You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.
Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.
"What the fuck was that?"
You giggled. "Affection."
He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."
You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."
"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.
"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them and–"
"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."
He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."
Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."
"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.
You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.
"Do it again."
"Excuse me?"
"The stupid hug, do it again."
You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"
"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat my—?"
His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.
"Thanks!"
You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.
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sweet and sour
summary: when you get back home after drinking a little too much, a sweeter side of ben slips out to take care of you. though you quickly learn that with him, you can't have any sweet without a little sour
pairing: soldier boy x female reader
word count: 3.2k+
warnings: some (mainly) ooc ben, swearing, depictions of alcohol consumption, drunk reader, angst, mentions of drug use, allusions to past sexual behaviours, fluff, hurt/comfort, nicknames/pet names
a/n: okay so i haven't actually made it to soldier boy's appearance in the boys yet, but i had a burning desire to write for him anyway. so yeah just don't judge pls lol
“What the fuck are you doing?” boomed a voice from behind you.
You jumped slightly at the sudden noise, but turned with a grin upon recognizing whose voice it was.
“Ben!” you giggled, meeting his confused gaze with bright eyes as you slightly swayed on your feet. “What’re you doing?”
He raised an eyebrow at you, trying to fight off the smirk forming on his lips as he ignored your question. “Looks like you had a good time out, huh, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks at the term of endearment, or the string of giggles that left your lips. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, but it never failed to make you giddy - especially now. “I did!” you announced, before a frown suddenly took over your face as you remembered why you were in the kitchen “But now I want another drink, and I can’t find anythin’.”
Ben just stared at you for a moment, taking in your rosey cheeks and glossy eyes; but most importantly, the frown that currently adorned your adorable face. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he suddenly wanted nothing more than for that frown to disappear.
“Alright,” he sighed, heading over to you. “What do you want?”
You watched as he approached, taking in his more casual appearance of a t-shirt and sweats - and, you noticed with a shy grin, a pair of old man slippers. He came to a stop just before you, and you paused as you stared up at his stoic face while he towered over you. You didn’t even hear his question, too distracted by his overwhelming everything to even realize he asked something.
He softly called your name to rouse you from your stupor, repeating it a little more gruffly when it didn’t work the first time. “What?” you asked, blinking up at his annoyed yet smirking face.
“I asked you what you wanted,” he murmured.
“Oh,” you said, your face scrunching together as you thought about it for a few moments. “I dunno,” you determined with a shrug.
“And you expect me to find something for you?” he asked curtly, his brows rising in disbelief.
Your brow unfurrowed as you grinned up at him. “Yes, please!” you declared eagerly, oblivious to the fact that he did not want to cater to you.
He clenched his jaw, extremely irritated with his urge to smile at the sight of your cheesy grin. “Fucking-” he started, before he cut himself off with a long sigh, rolling his eyes. “Alright, fine. Just go sit down or something.”
“Why?” you asked sadly, the frown taking over your face again.
“Why?” he echoed incredulously. “When I came in, you were trying to find a drink while just staring at the fucking glassware for over a minute. That’s why.”
“Were you watchin’ me?” you asked smugly, smirking up at him. “Besides, that doesn’t mean I can’t help find a drink!” you argued, completely missing his point.
His blank expression faltered for a second, a flash of colour fleeting across his face so quick it may as well have never been there. Then he simply barked a laugh, which only deepened your frown. “I bet you wish I was, huh? And you know, that's actually exactly what it means, dollface,” he chuckled darkly, tracing his knuckles along your cheek before suddenly grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up onto the counter. “So sit this one out,” he said, ignoring your shriek of shock and protest.
“Fine,” you grumbled, completely bewildered by the ease in which he manoeuvred you; as if it cost him zero effort. Which, of course, you knew to be true.
“Good,” he said, smiling in satisfaction before ghosting a kiss against your forehead. “Now don’t fuckin’ fall off,” he warned as he walked over to the coffee machine.
You watched him in confusion, your swirling brain trying to figure out why he was suddenly so much more affectionate with you. You were used to him teasing you, or returning your flirtations and banter, though this felt like more than that. Maybe he was just being extra nice since you were drunk. Or maybe you only thought he was being extra nice because, well, you were drunk.
“Okay, knock it off,” he demanded, glancing over at you. “Why are you so frowny? I thought you liked your stupid girls’ night thing,” he added, leaning against the island with his arms crossed.
“I do like my girls' nights! And I’m not frowny” you grumbled, almost offended he would suggest otherwise.
“No?” he challenged, arching a brow as he took a few steps towards you. “‘Cause last I checked, this wasn’t your pretty smile,” he teased, tracing a thumb against your persistently downturned lips. Your smile naturally grew at that, and he beamed in response. “There’s my girl.”
Your eyes widened at his words, and your reaction must have made Ben realize what he was doing. With slightly widened eyes of his own, he dropped his hand from your face as if burned and turned away from you once more, busying himself with making your coffee - exactly the way you liked it.
You watched in silence, your feet softly swaying against the lower cabinets as your mind drifted in and out. “You don’t have any company tonight?” you found yourself asking suddenly.
“Think I’d be in here doing this if I had fucking company?” he asked hotly. “And I’m pretty sure you know when the last time I had company was,” he added bitterly.
Through all the months of you living with Ben, you had noticed when his parade of bed warmers had started to dwindle down; and you had definitely noticed when it stopped altogether. Part of you likes to wish you had something to do with it, while the other part knew that was insane.
“Okay, grouchy,” you scolded with a chuckle. “Don’t act like it’s my fault.”
“When the fuck did I act like it was your fault?” he snapped, growing exasperated.
“Are you almost done?” you asked brazenly, ignoring his question. “I’m thirsty.”
“Coming right up, princess,” he sneered.
You knew it was meant in a derogatory way based on his tone, yet you couldn’t help the warm tingle that spread through you anyway.
“Here,” he grunted after a few minutes, nearly shoving the mug at you. He raised his eyebrows impatiently when all you did was stare down at it. “I better not have made this for nothing,” he warned.
You gingerly took it from his hands, staring at it as if it was a foreign object; because, with a fluttering heart, you realized that he gave you your favourite mug - though you knew it was probably just a coincidence.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, grinning softly at him before taking a sip.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he hastily turned his back on you once more.
“You seem extra grumpy tonight,” you pointed out, watching him intently as you happily sipped away.
“Who fucking cares?” he grumbled, keeping his attention off you as he made himself a drink - a strong one. He had a sinking feeling that if he looked at you he’d feel all warm inside again, and he refused to let that happen. “Besides. Maybe me being extra grumpy has to do with the drunk girl currently sitting on my counter.”
“Oh,” you said meekly. “I’m bothering you?”
“You always fucking bother me,” he mumbled, slamming the bottle down.
“I don’t mean to,” you assured quietly, your vision growing blurry with unshed tears. “I thought we’ve been getting along,” you added sadly.
“Me putting up with you isn’t us getting along, dollface,” he sneered.
You inhaled sharply at his declaration, your tears finally breaking loose and running down your face. “I can just leave you alone, then,” you offered, your voice a mere whisper.
Ben made the mistake of glancing over at you, and the pang of guilt he felt inside his chest really pissed him off. He begrudgingly made his way over to you, standing between your swaying legs as he tried to meet your gaze - but you refused to acknowledge his presence.
“Look at me,” he ordered, placing a hand on your chin to force your gaze on him.
“No,” you said, closing your eyes.
He let out an honest chuckle at your stubbornness, and if you had been able to see him, you would’ve noticed his eyes sparkle with affection. “Look at me,” he said again, much softer this time as his thumbs wiped away your tears.
You let out a resigned breath, slowly looking up at him.
“There she is,” he cooed, a small smile growing on his face. “Hey, darlin’.”
“Hi,” you replied solemnly, your face scrunching ever so slightly in confusion over the interaction.
He didn’t speak for a while. Instead he just stood there, staring at you with your face in his hands as he tried to figure out what the hell to say next.
“Look, just- stop crying, alright?” he said awkwardly, almost nervously.
“Is that your idea of being comforting?” you asked dejectedly, almost laughing in disbelief.
His grip on your cheeks tightened ever so slightly for a fraction of a second, before loosening again. “You and I both know that offering comfort isn’t my thing.”
“You could at least try,” you muttered snidely. “I’m tired of being the only one of us who tries.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” he snapped, letting you go and taking a step back in order to glare at you.
You scoffed, frustratingly swiping away angry tears that began to stream down your face. “It doesn’t matter.”
A heavy silence blanketed the two of you, and you picked up your mug to idly sip at it once more as he stared you down. He suddenly let out a frustrated huff, swearing and muttering under his breath as he turned away from you and grabbed his glass. With disbelieving eyes, you watched as he left the kitchen without a second glance. You weren’t a stranger to arguments with Ben, but this time, it felt different.
You stayed where you were perched, silently finishing your coffee and trying to make sense of everything that happened. You worked yourself back up into another frenzy as you thought everything over, and by the time your mug was empty you slammed it onto the counter with so much force you were surprised it didn’t break. Hopping off the counter, you began to stumble your way to your bedroom while angrily grumbling to yourself. A new inferno was set alight within you when along the way you came across Ben, nonchalantly lounging in the den as if nothing ever even happened.
“How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to do that inside?” you snapped, watching in growing contemptment as he merely glanced in your direction before turning his attention elsewhere, smoke billowing over his face.
“Tell you what, princess,” he muttered, taking another long drag from the joint he held. “I’ll stop smokin’ inside, as soon as you start payin’ for this fucking place.”
Without so much as giving it a second thought, you marched over to him and ripped the joint from his hands. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you with curiosity, a smirk already forming on his lips.
“I said,” you seethed, grabbing the ashtray from the side table as you stared him down. “Stop.”
He stayed silent, watching as you crushed the joint in the tray before tossing it back on the table with a clang. The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back an amused grin before he steeled himself.
“I’ll go ahead and give you ten seconds to leave,” he announced calmly, though you knew him well enough by now to notice the hint of warning in his tone.
“Or what?” you challenged, stubbornly crossing your arms.
Normally, you knew when to stop trying to push his buttons, but you had just enough alcohol still coursing through you to keep on going this time.
He leaned forward, his presence completely imposing despite the fact he was sitting and you were standing over him. “Do you really want to find out?”
You shifted nervously as you took in his expression, and you knew he was both pissed off and annoyed; then again, it was rare that he wasn’t.
“Whatever,” you finally muttered, turning away to leave.
It wasn’t due to you being afraid of him - yes, he was intimidating as all hell, but he had never once actually physically hurt you. Despite the many times the urge struck him, and no matter how much he despised it, he quickly learned that you’re the one person he could never lay a harmful hand on. No, you simply left because you were growing exhausted over this whole night, and you just wanted some peace and quiet.
“Thought so,” he grumbled behind your back, snickering as you momentarily stopped in your tracks.
“Oh, just go to hell, Benjamin!” you exclaimed, whipping the closest thing you could grab towards his head.
He caught it easily, laughing heartily when he realized what it was. “Thanks, doll. This is just what I needed,” he teased with a grin, rattling the pill bottle as he held it in the air for you to see. “It’s the only way I can fuckin’ put up with you.”
You stared at him carefully, and you could tell just by the look in his eyes that he only said it to get another rise out of you, but you couldn’t help the way your bottom lip trembled as you fought back more tears.
His face instantly fell as he noticed your reaction, and while it was his intention, he instantly regretted it. With a heavy sigh, he tossed the bottle aside and stood up.
“What are you-” you began to ask as he made his way over to you, but he cut you off.
“Just shut up for once,” he muttered, a trace of a lighthearted chuckle in his voice as he shook his head.
You opened your mouth to fire off more insults when he shocked all the words out of your vocabulary by wrapping his arms around you. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and even though you felt insurmountable anger towards him, you quickly found yourself melting into his touch, your arms tightening around his torso. A few moments passed by before he let out a small sigh, his fingers tracing a feather-light pattern along your back; a gentleness neither of you knew he was even capable of.
“Look, I-... I didn’t… mean it,” he finally said. His tone was tight and awkward, and you knew it was a near impossible thing for him to actually admit. Honestly, hearing those words from him was nothing short of a miracle.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, knowing this was the closest you would ever get to an apology from him.
“How about we get you to bed, huh?” he asked lightly, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Yeah,” you said, pulling away from him. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
You quickly left before he could respond, making it to your bedroom and locking yourself away in the bathroom to get ready. You took your time, carefully scrubbing away all the traces of the club, and the rest of the night, that you could before slipping into your night clothes.
The first thing your bleary eyes noticed when you reentered your bedroom was Ben, paused in the middle of your room with a glass of water in his hand.
“What are you doing?” you asked curiously, rubbing at your tired eyes.
He let out a heavy exhale, looking at you with an expression you’ve never seen on him before. “Was just… bringing this to leave for you."
“Thanks,” you replied awkwardly, meeting him halfway to take the glass from him.
He stared at you for a moment, watching as you made your way to the bed and under the covers. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what.
“I’ve been trying, you know,” he suddenly grumbled, unable to take the tense silence any longer.
“What?” you wondered aloud, glancing over at him.
His face was scrunched in concentration as he stared at something straight ahead, unable to bring himself to meet your gaze. “With you. To be… I don’t know… better.”
His words took you by surprise, and you felt a little guilty for making him think you never noticed. “I know that,” you admitted softly.
“I don’t think you do,” he quipped, his voice more aggressive than he meant it to be. “You bother me all the fucking time.”
“You know-” you began to argue, anger starting to simmer deep within your bones again.
“Stop,” he all but growled, holding up a hand. “Just fucking listen for once.”
You glowered at him, folding your arms as you sank further under the covers, as if seeking some kind of protection, while waiting for him to continue.
It took him a while to speak up again, and you almost thought he’d never continue, but he hesitantly explained himself. “You bother me… because you make me different.”
“What do you mean?” you asked tentatively.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, chuckling humourlessly. “I’m a dick. I don’t care that I’m a dick. But you- I’m around you, and I want to be less…” he trailed off with a sigh, unsure of how to go on.
“Less dickish?” you offered, fighting off a smile.
“Yeah,” he agreed, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Yeah, I guess so.”
You hummed thoughtfully, thinking over your response. “In case you haven’t noticed, you don’t exactly send me running for the hills, Ben.”
“I know that,” he said passively. “I just… I don’t know. Don’t think that I don’t try.”
He finally turned to look at you, and you could see the pleading in his eyes; the hurt. You sighed in defeat, sitting up and gesturing for him to take up the space beside you. He hesitated, raising a brow in contemplation before making his way over. You peeled back the covers for him, and he carefully slid in; cautious, as though he thought it was a trap.
Neither of you were sure what to do next, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, you laid down to settle in for some sleep. Ben followed suit, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close; you instinctively nestled against him, relishing in the warmth he provided.
“I hope you don’t think I’m drunk enough to forget that you were actually sweet tonight,” you said suddenly, your voice a playful whisper.
He let out a chuckle, his chest rumbling beneath your cheek and forcing a small giggle from you.
“Just don’t expect it all the time,” he declared, a playful undertone in his voice as well. “I’m mostly sour.”
Though despite his declaration, his grip tightened to pull you in a little closer.
“Well,” you said, closing your eyes and relaxing against him. “Sweet and sour does happen to be my favourite combination.”
“And thank Christ for that,” he muttered, more to himself than anything.
You smiled to yourself, hearing his words despite them sounding far away. You had a fleeting intent to respond, but your mind grew too heavy, and you quickly fell asleep to the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your head - though, not before you felt him placing a lingering kiss to your hairline, paired with a murmured goodnight, sweetheart.
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Open Mic Night
Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV
Summary: Soldier Boy and the reader go to a bar on a double date with Hughie and Annie. This takes place beyond season three in alternate universe. Reader is a supe. (I'm so bad at summaries, please forgive me!)
Tropes: Fluff, Age Difference, Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy, Established Relationship
Word Count: 3.9K
Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+ just to be sure because this fic contains dude being super creepy and sleazy, swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, references to past sex, and Soldier Boy. Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.
Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. This is my first time writing for Soldier Boy, so please be gentle. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!
Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.
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Music swung low and heavy over the crowded bar from the band on the stage that dominated the central wall of the building. Speakers stood like stoic watchmen, thumping and blasting the haunting music on each side of the stage. Spotlights stung the air, spewing colors of orange, yellow, and green onto the figures that writhed on stage.
It was open mic night. That much was inferred from the collection of mismatched people swarming the edge of the stage where a bouncer stood holding a black clip board.
Each one pushed and shoved, trying to shout over the death march ballad flowing from the lead singers mouth and threatening one another with musical instruments clutched in their hands.
The song is an odd choice. You thought to yourself noting the outfit of the lead singer. He was wearing a bright red and yellow pinstriped suit that clashed with bright pink hair that fell past his waist and was braided away from his face.
How does it not get caught in his guitar?
You were still standing just inside the doorway, staring beyond Hughie to watch the lead singer gyrate and writhe against the standing microphone.
You glance over at Ben. He’s hovering by your right elbow, mouth turned down in disgust, but even frowning he looks just as handsome as ever. His dark hair lies in soft waves over his brow, he trimmed his beard so that it’s more of a dusting over his cheeks and chin, he’s wearing a black t-shirt that makes his eyes a dangerous bright green and a pair of jeans slung low on his hips. Even without his suit he looks flawless, every bit the hero that people believed him to be.
“I don’t understand music nowadays.” Ben continues to stare at the lead singer. "It used to make sense."
“Isn’t he talented?” You laugh elbowing Ben in the side. “Aren’t you glad we let Annie pick the place?”
“I definitely am.” Hughie responds. “I think my life has been enriched by watching that man hump the microphone.”
“Oh definitely.” Annie adds.
“Do you think he’d sign my butt?” You ask enthusiastically. “I carry a sharpie with me at all times just for this possibility.”
“Y/n-“ Annie snorts.
“What?” Ben snaps, turning to look down at you. His eyes are narrowed in jealousy and confusion.
“I’m only kidding Gramps.” Your hand entwines with his. “You’re the only one who gets to see it.”
He doesn’t look pleased, but the nickname you assigned him when you first met often makes him angry.
"Don't fucking call me that." Ben mutters.
“You know you love it.” You whisper back.
“Ew. So don’t need that image-“ Hughie makes a face.
“I don’t need to hear it from you. When we all lived in that safe house and you and Annie had ‘alone time’ I wanted to wash my ears out with soap. Y’all could at least have gone to a room on the other side of the apartment, not to mention Annie took out the power every time.”
“You have super hearing Y/n.” Annie’s face flushes. “And you and Ben weren't exactly quiet either.”
"I won't apologize for that." You shrug.
Someone comes in the double doors behind you and jostles past you. You stumble into Ben’s chest, who steadies you with a hand on your waist. The man doesn't turn around to apologize, instead he continues to walk towards the giant wooden bar on the left side of the room.
You ignore the urge to haul him back by the back of the shirt and make him apologize and one look up at Ben lets you know that he's thinking the exact same thing.
Ben watches the man’s retreating figure murderously and opens his mouth, but before he yells something, you squeeze his hand. Ben's gaze drops to you, anger burning behind his green eyes.
“It’s okay. It’s busy and there’s a lot of people. It happens.” You whisper trying to bring him some comfort.
He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the double date. It wasn’t that he hated Hughie or Annie, you think it was because after a long day he’d rather spend time with you than keep up appearances. When Annie suggested it, it had seemed like a good idea but now standing here in the overcrowded bar it was overwhelming. Ben and you had been on dates just the two of you in a bar before, but it wasn’t nearly as loud or as crowded as this one. You spent the night in one of the quiet booths in the corner, his arm wrapped around you while you listened to the music coming from the juke box, music that Ben actually recognized. Sometimes you think he liked quiet restaurants more, where he could breathe, and relax in a booth next to you. You think being around too many people activated his PTSD.
Ben frowns, but tightens his hand on your hip.
Sometimes you thought that you being there helped. As much as Ben didn't like to admit his feelings, you noticed that his actions spoke more. The way that he let you hold on to his arm or the way that his hand often drifted to your waist when in public made you believe that Ben did depend on having you with him. Plus he never seemed to want to let you go out of the apartment alone. Even with something as mundane as grocery shopping, Ben would come with you. And despite him sighing each time you walked down an aisle and complaining under his breath, Ben wouldn't stay at the apartment when you told him to.
Plus there were the mornings when you woke up before him and noticed how he pulled you to him in his sleep or the mornings when he woke up first and didn’t push you away, instead he liked having your head on his chest watching your gentle breath.
However, the look in his eyes as he gazed around the room at the crowd was not calm or collected, it was bordering on manic. He looked almost like he wanted to pick you up and move you to the corner, caging you in and fighting off anybody who tried to get close to you.
“Hey we are going to go get drinks. Why don’t you guys find us a place to sit?” You say to Annie.
Maybe I need to talk to him alone.
“Sure.” She doesn’t sense Ben’s discomfort and pulls Hughie in the direction of an empty booth that lines the wall opposite the bar.
You gently lead Ben through the crowds, past the bar to a small alcove where the restrooms are.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
“Yeah?" Ben raises his eyebrow and you can imagine his thoughts.
Probably revolving around the idea that he's not a pussy and that he's not afraid of anything.
Sometimes you hated that Ben was so guarded and that his usual emotions circled around borderline toxic masculinity, annoyance, and anger. Well, until you started dating. At the beginning Ben had been nicer to you than anyone else, which meant those three emotions appeared less when you were around. But now, you were slowly coaxing him out of his tough exterior to get him to open up more, difficult, but not impossible.
You knew it was only a matter of time until he opened up more to you. In the few months you had been dating he was already doing better than when you first met- when there was a constant parade of women through the apartment and he tried his upmost to get in your pants.
“Because if you’re not we can leave right now. I can tell Annie that I’m having bad cramps or something and we can go home. Get a pizza delivered or something? Watch one of your old films?” You look into his face, trying to read his expression, but Ben has mastered the art of hiding his emotions. An infuriating skill, because you prided yourself on being able to read people.
“I’m fine.”
“Ben-“
“I promise I’m fucking fine.” He snaps. His broad figure blocks the view of the singer on stage who has begun to gyrate again.
You hoped the song would be over soon.
Despite his tone, it didn't make you angry. You knew that he tended to slip into annoyance when he was afraid to tell you what he really thought.
He doesn’t look fine. His eyebrows are pulled down low over his eyes and his mouth is turned down in a frown.
“I’m serious. I won’t be mad if you just want to go home, just the two of us. Being out is supposed to be fun and if you’re not having fun-“
“I swear I’m having as much fucking fun as I can listening to terrible music.” He doesn’t smile.
You release his hand and your fingertips raise to brush back some of his dark locks that have fallen into his eyes. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I love you-“
He sighs leaning into your touch.
“I know you think that you have to do this for me, but I’m okay with just going. I know you don’t like crowds or people.” You smile at him, putting as much love and comfort as you can into your tone.
“I’m okay y/n.”
You search his gaze for the lie, trying to uncover how he feels, but you find nothing. “Okay.”
You arch upwards to kiss him hoping that it will relieve some of the tension he was holding in his muscular shoulders.
To say it works is an understatement. As soon as your lips touch his, he backs you against the wall and continues to kiss you feverishly, his hand finding your waist.
I guess that’s one way to channel all that nervous energy.
Ben’s hand begins to sweep lower along your back to grab your butt and bring your leg up over his hip, holding you up against him so you don't have to stretch as far to kiss him. It makes you smile into his mouth, knowing that he was doing that for you, that he cared enough to make sure you were comfortable.
“Ben-“ You breathe.
“What?” He smirks at you. “Didn’t you want me to have a good time?”
“Well yes but-“
“You aren’t having a good time?”
“Ben-"
“No? I think I can make you have a good time, a few times before Hughie and Annie notice we're gone.” He begins to nudge you backward in the direction of the bathroom.
“No.” You giggle pushing against his muscular chest, but he doesn’t move.
“Come on doll. Don’t you want me to enjoy myself?” Ben pouts, before bringing his lips down to your ear. "I definitely think you'd enjoy yourself." A shiver travels down your spine. "That's my girl." He smirks, as he begins to kiss your neck again.
“Ben, I do want you to enjoy yourself, but I also don't want to have a good time in the bathroom at a bar.”
“Didn’t stop us last time.” He arches a brow.
“That was much cleaner and we weren’t at a bar with two of our friends.”
Ben frowns at you.
“How about you get me a little drunk, we dance for a bit, and then you get to take me home.” You press a kiss just under his ear, tangling your hands in his hair.
“Or we go into the bathroom for 10 minutes then you get me drunk enough to dance and then you get to take me home.” His hand tightens just under your thigh, rubbing his thumb against your soft jeans.
“Ben.”
“You know you want to.” He grins wolfishly. “Have I told you how sexy you look?”
He didn’t have to say it. You were wearing a green top that showed a little more cleavage than usual and your best pair of jeans that hugged your curves. The same pair of jeans that usually made Ben handsy. You had also spent an inordinate amount of time curling your hair before you left the apartment. Plus the green was exactly the same color as his suit, something that Ben loved was when you wore his color or his clothes.
“You have, several times. And I do, but please I don’t want to when our friends are out there waiting for us.”
He sighs, knowing that he’s lost. “Fine.”
Ben reluctantly lowers your legs to the ground, but you kiss him gently on the mouth to kiss away the frown that replaces the seductive smirk he had moments ago.
“Go on. I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He steps around you.
“What?”
“I have to take a piss. Go on get the drinks. I’m gonna need a lot of them to get through that fucking music.”
“Beer?”
“Beer and a whiskey.” Ben winks as he closes the door behind him.
You take in a deep breath to cool down from whatever almost happened, but you saw your ability to say no as a personal victory. Ben was usually able to coax you into doing whatever he wanted.
You hate how easily he won.
You begin the slow trek back to the bar, weaving in and out of the people trying to get closer to the stage or just dancing along to the music. The previous band was gone, replaced by a man wearing a fedora and playing a saxophone. The melody was smooth, and reminded you of what you father used to listen to on long days after work.
Ben would like this song. You think to yourself. You suddenly wished that he was here so he could hold you and sway along to the music, but you knew that getting drinks was equally important.
It would probably take at least two glasses of whiskey to get him out on the dance floor.
You maneuver yourself between two people sitting on stools to talk directly to the bartender. “Hey can I get four bottles of beer and a whiskey.”
“What kind?” The bartender is a blonde girl, pretty, only a few years older than you, dressed in an electric green top and mini skirt.
“Do you have anything that’s really old?” You never got what kind of whiskey Ben liked, just that he often complained that the older stuff was better.
It was a common opinion he voiced.
“Yeah but it’s pricy.” She shrugs
“That’s fine.” You pull Ben’s debit card out of your pocket.
You thought it was weird to use his card, but he kept telling you to even though you didn’t have a shared bank account. One time you tried to pay him back, but he wouldn’t let you and said that it was the man's job to pay for everything.
Another time you tried to pay for dinner and he told you not to worry. But you still felt guilty.
Sometimes you felt like a sugar baby. Given the age difference, it was closer to reality than you would have liked.
You were living together, well, Ben lived in your apartment. He kept talking about moving to a nicer apartment and as much as you wanted to, one day you found him looking at apartments that were worth more than seven times the monthly rent that you were paying currently.
You were going to see one in a few days, but you still hadn’t admitted to him that you didn’t think you could afford it. The only thing that stopped you was how excited he got about going, about moving in officially together in a new apartment that you didn't want to say no. Seeing him excited about something so domestic warmed your heart.
You didn’t know how much money he had, you just knew it was more than you given the fact that he was such a big hero and that he used to be in movies.
You hadn’t had a solid job since you started working for Butcher, who would give you some money under the table but who knows where he got that. You had some money that you inherited from your parents when they died, but other than that, nothing. An unwelcome thought, given the indestructible nature of your powers, which meant there was the possibility you would live forever.
I’m gonna have to start budgeting better.
The bartender turns to look for the drinks, while you lean forward on the bar, closing your eyes to listen to the smooth jazz that floats over the crowd.
Someone’s hand slides down your back and grips your butt.
You snort, not opening your eyes. “Ben I thought I told you-“ You turn around to look at who you thought was Ben, but freeze when you realize it’s the pink haired singer from before.
“Hey baby.” The man smiles tightening his grip on your butt. “I saw you admiring me, thought I’d come say hello.”
“Um. Yeah. That didn’t happen, now can you please take your hand off my ass?” You ask forcing your voice into a cool collected tone.
“I think it did.” He doesn’t remove it, in fact he moves further into you, to pin you against the bar. “Did you like my song?”
“No.”
One word answers usually were a good way of telling people that you weren’t interested, but this man didn't seem to understand that.
“Aww that’s too bad. I’ve got a few others that I can show you. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?”
“We’ll see that’s the thing. I’m not alone and I’m going to ask you nicely one more time to fuck off before I break your arm.”
“A little thing like you do that? Come on baby let’s be serious.”
By now every time he said little your eye twitched aggressively. You did a good job of pretending you weren't a supe on your days off. You hid really well in a crowd, a skill that helped you evade Homelander and Vought more than once. Of course it had its annoyances as well. Case and point.
“Trust me. Me breaking your arm is much better than the alternative.”
I should get rid of him before Ben gets out here. That will definitely not end well if he sees this guy.
“What’s the alternative?” He oozes moving so close to your face that you can smell the stale alcohol on his breath.
“Well-“
The man is snapped upwards away from you and into the air.
Ben looks murderous. His usually bright green eyes have hardened into an emerald, his smile turned into a snarl. He’s holding the man by the front of his brightly striped suit, two feet off the ground, so close that Ben’s nose is almost brushing his.
“The alternative-“ Ben’s voice is a growl. “Is that I break your fucking face for touching my girlfriend.”
Why does he look so hot when he’s angry? You sigh to yourself, admiring the way his muscles tense under his black t-shirt as he holds the guy and how the shirt pulls up just enough for you to see the top of his hip where his low hanging blue jeans have fallen.
There’s something wrong with me.
“Whoa man I’m sorry I didn’t know she was yours.” The man stutters, holding on to Ben’s wrists where he still holds him in the air.
Ben is easily a foot taller than him and broader by a mile. Gazing down at him with enough hatred to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
As much as you liked Ben like this, you knew you had to do something before Ben killed him. Because as much as he deserved a good beating, the man didn’t deserve to die.
“Ben put him down.” You say.
“No.”
“Ben please.” You put your hand on his muscular shoulder, feeling the heat of his skin beneath the palm of your hand. “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”
“But you are-“ His teeth are gritted together when he looks at you, green eyes blazing in fury. “He shouldn’t have touched you.”
“No he shouldn’t. But he doesn’t deserve to lose his life just because he felt up the wrong person in a bar.”
Ben’s jaw is locked together, nostrils flaring, but even you know that somewhere deep down he knows you're right. He turns his head to look back at the man. “You’re lucky that she’s more forgiving than I am.” Ben drops the man, who lands in a lump on the floor and turns to look at you.
Ben doesn’t look happy, but he still takes your hand, preparing to shuffle you towards where Annie and Hughie are watching in horror.
But before Ben can say anything the man on the ground rolls to his feet, more gracefully than you would have guessed and lunges at Ben a small knife gripped in his left hand.
He really doesn’t know when to quit.
Although you know that a small knife will do little to Ben other than piss him off, you react. Before he can reach Ben, your free hand flashes out, fastening around the man's left wrist and you pull his arm behind him at an unnatural angle. His arm jolts, the sharp snap of bone overshadows the jazz music, and the man falls to the ground clutching his ruined arm to his chest with a broken cry. All of this happens within five seconds, too fast for a normal person to see.
“Told you I would break your arm.” You say, pulling Ben away before he can do anything worse to him.
“What happened?” Annie asks eyes wide.
“Total jerk at the bar. I ordered drinks but I think it’ll be better if Ben and I leave.” You glance over at the bartender who is talking to the bouncer and gesturing over at you and Ben. “I already paid so y’all enjoy yourselves.”
“Wait y/n we’ll come with you-“ Hughie says. His arm is draped around Annie’s shoulders where they sit in the booth. You think about letting them come with you, but they look so comfortable and they should enjoy their day off.
“No it’s okay.” You squeeze Ben’s hand. “I’m kinda wiped from today anyway.”
“Are you sure?” Annie asks.
“Yeah.” You nod once, before smiling wide at Annie and Hughie. “Let me know if you find the next Billy Joel.”
“There can only be one!” Hughie shouts as Ben and you weave through the bar goers to avoid the bouncer.
When you finally get outside and start towards home, Ben finally speaks.
“We didn’t have to leave.” He’s still holding your hand tightly, but you can feel the heat of his anger stirring beneath the skin.
“Yes we did. The bouncer was coming.” You stop walking and turn to look up at him. “Plus. I thought it was incredibly hot that you went all Soldier Boy on that guy’s ass to defend my honor.” Your hand drags against his muscular chest, mouth turning up in a sexy smile.
“Oh did you? Because here I thought that you were angry. And that you were going to yell at me for not letting you handle it.” He tugs you forward so that your chests are pressed against one another.
“Nope. Why do you think we had to leave? I want to get you home asap.”
He runs his free hand through your hair, fastening it behind your head, to pull you against him for a searing kiss. “You know, I also thought it was pretty hot when you broke that guy's arm.” Ben whispers against your lips.
“Wouldn’t have expected anything less. Now let’s go home so I can thank you properly.”
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Two Hearts, One Home
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summary: ben hears something when he holds you close
pairing: soldier boy x female supe!reader
rating: R for language, sexual themes (?)
word count: 2.4k
warnings: pregnancy, language, spoilers for the office | mentions of/alludes to - vought torturing supe’s, sex, birth control, infertility issues and abortion
timeline: set in an au a few years after season three; this soldier boy has changed a lot personality wise, he’s a much better person then he was in season three.
author’s note: inspired by this clark kent fic by the lovely @burreaux-drys <3
another note: thinking of doing a part two because i really love how this turned out! let me know if you would like another part, cause i definitely left this fic very open ended :) there’s a part two now :)
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The smell of freshly cooked bacon slowly brought Ben out of his peaceful sleep as he rolled over to pull you closer to him. His eyes flew open when he realized you weren’t sleeping next to him, but he calmed down after a moment of assuring himself you’d never just walk out on this relationship. He put on his sweatpants from the day before and left your shared bedroom.
“Is that my t-shirt?” He smiled as he walked into the kitchen.
“I figured if I was making breakfast and bringing it to you, you wouldn’t need this shirt yet,” you replied, smirking. He walked up to you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before taking a seat at the table a few feet behind you.
“Smells delicious sweetheart,” he yawned. “But isn’t it my turn to make us breakfast? You cooked dinner last night.”
“I woke up before you and couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.” You turned around and watched as he yawned again. “God, you’re exhausted!” You walked over to him and ran your fingers through his hair as he rested his forehead on your abdomen. “Did you not fall asleep when I did?”
“Shh!” he exclaimed suddenly. He put his hands on your waist as he turned his head and pressed his ear against you.
“Ben-”
“Shut your beautiful mouth for just two seconds.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, slightly insulted.
“Sorry,” he replied quickly as he turned his head to look at you. You were met with his trademark puppy-dog-pout that always made your heart melt. “Please shut your beautiful mouth?” You rolled your eyes a little but nodded nonetheless. You knew he meant well.
He put his ear back against your abdomen then straightened up and put his ear to your chest. He went back and forth between the two a couple times without saying anything.
“Okay,” you suddenly said, getting a little freaked out. “Seriously Ben, what the hell?”
“You’re pregnant.” He looked up at you again with a huge smile. “Baby you- you’re pregnant!”
“Uh, no I’m not? And that’s not funny Ben,” you scoffed as you backed away before turning to face the stove.
“I’m not kidding! I can hear our baby’s heartbeat!” he exclaimed as he stood up.
“That’s my heartbeat, Ben,” you replied flatly. “If it sounds weird it’s just because I’m a Supe.”
“Honey, I've listened to your heartbeat every night for almost three years now, I know what it sounds like. Just like I know that right now, there are two hearts beating inside you.”
“You’re adorable.” You shook your head. You reached to take a sip of your coffee but he stopped you.
“Wait…” He narrowed his eyes. “You can’t have caffeine when you’re pregnant.”
“And where the hell did you learn that?” You raised a brow. There was no way this man had read a pregnancy book ever in his life, and you doubted he learned that in school a hundred years ago.
“When Pam was pregnant on The Office, Angela said she shouldn’t even drink out of a cup that used to have regular coffee,” he replied, a smile returning to his face.
“God I love how much you love that show.” You smiled. “But I’m not pregnant, Ben and I’m really tired. Can you please let me drink my coffee?”
He shook his head, “Sorry, you’re carrying my child now. Our child. No caffeine for you, honey.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” you grumbled, flipping the pancakes you’d been working on.
“I’ll finish breakfast, you sit down,” he said. He gently pulled you away from the stove before you sat down.
“Ben, this is ridiculous! I can still cook!” He ignored your protests by continuing your work in the kitchen.
The pancakes and bacon were soon finished and Ben put some on a plate for you before doing the same for himself and taking a seat at the table with you. You focused on your food as you tried to ignore Ben just staring at you. Chin resting on his knuckles, a huge smile plastered on his face, as green eyes watched your every move.
“Ben,” you sighed before looking at him. “I’m not pregnant! Would you stop acting like I’m some miracle and just eat your damn food?”
“But this is a miracle!” he protested. “I don’t think you realize how huge this is!”
“Alright, that’s it! After we eat, we’re going to the store and buying a pregnancy test. We need to run some errands anyway, we’re nearly out of food. Not to mention we’re down to next to nothing for alcohol, which is absolutely unacceptable.”
Ben knitted his brows for a moment, as if in thought, before saying, “You can’t have alcohol while you're pregnant either, right?” You jutted your jaw out in annoyance and looked at him. “Also Office; Jim and Pam’s wedding.”
**
You really should’ve opted to go to the store alone, not that Ben would’ve happily agreed, but anything was better than this. He’d been “protecting” you from quite literally everything and it was starting to drive you nuts. He wouldn’t let you drive, he insisted on pushing the cart, and when you went to reach for something that was even slightly above eye level he pulled your hand away and got it for you.
“You shouldn’t be walking down this aisle, sweetheart!” he exclaimed when you turned to enter your favorite section of Walmart. “Does this smell really not affect the baby?”
“Ben, I can be near alcohol without putting ‘the baby’ in any sort of danger,” you replied, using air quotes because you still didn’t believe you were pregnant.
He pulled you to a stop before you could actually enter the aisle. He looked into your eyes with his concern filled ones and kept his gentle grip on your upper arm.
“Promise me right now that this aisle will have no effect on the baby if you are pregnant,” he said.
“Ben, why the hell would closed liquor bottles have any effect on me or the baby?”
“The very intense smell?” he replied.
“Oh, your Supe smell! That makes more sense. Yeah, I can’t smell the alcohol unless it’s actually open, Ben. If I am pregnant, our baby won’t be affected.”
He nodded as he let go before you walked down the aisle, picking out a few drinks you liked and a few Ben liked. He followed you around the store pushing the cart, lightly scolding you every time you reached above your head or for something that looked slightly heavy.
“Oh you two are an adorable couple!” An elderly woman exclaimed, seeing Ben reaching to grab something for you.
“Thank you!” You smiled sweetly.
“How long have you two been together?” she asked. “You remind me so much of my granddaughter and her husband!”
“We’ve been dating for a little over two years now,” you replied. “How old is your granddaughter?”
“She’s pregnant!” Ben informed the woman, who then smiled widely. Before she could congratulate the two of you, Ben exclaimed; “We weren’t even trying or anything, but I got her pregnant! My super sperm just whoosh! Right through the birth control!” Your eyes widened.
“Oh god! I’m sorry!” you called out as the woman hurried away seeming horrified.
You turned to Ben, a shit-eating smile on his face. He was practically glowing with pride.
“What?” he asked, noticing your very unamused look.
“One, why did you feel the need to traumatize that poor lady? And two, I am not pregnant!”
“One, sex is a part of life, she’s not traumatized. And two, stop saying that! How can you be so positive that you aren’t pregnant?”
“Because there’s just no way Ben,” you sighed. He stayed looking at you, a confused look washing over his features. “After all the experiments with Vought, there’s just no way I can be pregnant, Ben.” His smile faded as a sad one found it’s way to you. “I’m sorry.”
“Well…maybe I really do have super sperm?” he suggested, slightly smiling again.
“Ben I’m being serious.” You shook your head a little. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
“Okay, I won’t,” he lied. He bent down and kissed you sweetly. “Let’s go get you that pregnancy test though, because if you really aren’t pregnant then I’m afraid you might have two hearts.”
“I love you,” you laughed a little.
“I love you too,” he replied.
When you reached the pregnancy test section, unfortunately the most trusted brand was ‘too high up on the shelf’ so, of course, Ben grabbed it.
“Uh, could you grab two?” you asked after he tossed one into the cart. Ben furrowed his brows a little. “These tests aren’t always accurate, if we want to be sure we should get two.”
“Wait, these tests aren’t accurate?”
“Not always,” You shrugged a little.
“Then we need way more than two!” he exclaimed. He proceeded to grab about ten-or-so more, tossing them all into the cart.
“Yeah that’s a little overkill,” you laughed. “We need three at most.”
“We’re both Supes, we need as many positive pregnancy tests as possible!”
“Okay, well now this cart makes us look like we’re boycotting Trojan. Besides, I can't pee ten times today!”
“You can take some today, some tomorrow; just drink lots of water!”
“Or we could just do the normal thing and I could see a doctor?”
“Hun…you know we can’t,” Ben sighed. He walked around the cart so he could hold you, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you to lean on his chest. He rested his head on yours as he continued very quietly, “If you are pregnant you…you’re a Supe pregnant with another Supe’s baby, that’s not something they’ll just let slide. Who knows what those monsters might do if they find out.”
“Right,” you breathed. “Fine, I’ll take a ridiculous amount of pregnancy tests.”
“Thank you!” He grinned.
**
“Alright,” you said as you held up the first unused pregnancy test, about to head into the bathroom, “here goes nothing.”
“Honey, wait.” Ben stopped you. “Do…Do you want to be pregnant?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged a little. You weren’t sure, really. You’d always assumed you couldn’t have kids so you hadn’t given it much thought.
“You don’t have to take the test,” he said, brows knitted with concern. “We- We can just pretend I never heard the heartbeat and maybe it’ll just…go away.”
“Ben-”
“I want to have kids with you. I really, really fucking do! But I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything! If you don’t want this baby, just…just say the word.”
“Ben, I want kids with you too.” You smiled, taking his hand in your empty one. “I really do! There’s just no way anything down there is working like it should! I mean if Vought didn’t fuck me up, being exposed to your radiation for so long definitely did.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, his expression growing even more sad. “But…I’m clean now, I- I mean the radiation’s all gone?”
“I know, and I’m not blaming you for one second Ben, it’s all Vought,” you replied quickly. “However, if by some miracle I am pregnant I’ll be fucking thrilled! I just don’t want you to be disappointed; you seem really excited about this and I’m worried about what’s gonna happen when I walk back out and this test is negative.”
“If it turns out you really aren’t pregnant, nothing’s gonna change between us! I mean, I’ll definitely get my hearing checked out and maybe you should get your heart looked at, but after that we’ll go back to bacon, burgers, and booze!”
You let out a laugh. God, you loved the man standing in front of you.
“Okay.” You smiled.
“I love you,” he said before kissing you. “Now get in there and pee!”
“I love you!” you exclaimed before walking into the bathroom.
**
Three hours and five pregnancy tests later (yes, definitely overkill, but you both wanted to be sure), you stood with Ben in the bathroom and stared at the results sitting on the counter. One negative, four positives. And yet, there was still a part of you that wouldn’t let yourself believe it was true.
You heard Ben laughing a little so you looked at him through the mirror.
“Oh my god!” he exclaimed. “You’re pregnant!” You smiled as you watched tears of joy begin to fall down his face. “You- Fuck! We’re gonna have a baby!?” He took your face in his hands and kissed you before quite literally falling to his knees.
“Ben?” you asked, a little concerned.
“I love you so fucking much!” he looked up at you. He sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your abdomen against his face. “Hello little guy!” He mumbled against you.
“Or girl!” you corrected. “Or non-binary person!”
“I was using ‘guy’ as an umbrella term,” he replied, not moving, your heart swelling with pride. “That’s why I didn’t say ‘boy’.”
“I love you,” you laughed a little.
“Hear that little one? Your mommy loves me!” He still spoke to your stomach.
You couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face at this point, you were so happy to see him this excited. You felt the fear you had about this pregnancy, albeit temporarily, wash away and be replaced with pure joy.
**
Ben was staring at the computer getting more and more frustrated with himself with each passing second.
“God-fuckin’-damnit!” he mumbled, putting his face in his hands.
“Ben? What’s wrong?”
“I thought you were asleep?” He looked up at you, suddenly very worried. “Are you okay? Is it something with the baby?” You let out a soft laugh as you placed a kiss on the crown of his head.
“I’m fine Ben,” you mumbled into his hair. “Why’re you still up? I thought you were coming to bed after your shower?”
“Well, while I was in the shower I realized I know absolutely nothing about how to take care of you or a baby so I figured I should order some books but I can’t navigate this fucking website!”
“Can I help?” you asked, taking a seat on his lap after he nodded. “What books were you thinking? Any specific ones? Or just pregnancy books in general?”
“Just books in general,” he replied. He snaked his arms around you, gently securing your back against his chest.
“You know…I really should see a doctor soon to be sure our baby’s okay,” you said as you searched through Amazon’s selection of books.
“I know,” he sighed. “Is it alright if I ask Hughie to find a trustworthy doctor that won’t rat us out?”
“That’d be perfect, Ben.”
Part 2
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Already Broken
Summary: Soldier Boy fools around with someone that's supposed to be insignificant. But he finds himself more drawn than he could ever be.
Genre: romance, angst
Characters: Soldier Boy x female reader
WARNING: cursing, violence, smoking, mentions of weed, depictions of sex, mentions of abuse, character death, minors dni -- It's Soldier Boy, he is the warning.
a/n: this man.. I can't.
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It didn't matter who he was.
You didn't care, as long as he showed up with the money or weed he promised.
"So, what time you get off today, darlin'?"
Ben sat in the booth, having his lunch where he always does -- the diner you worked at. It was small, grimy, but a local favorite.
"Soon, in about half an hour." You replied. "What do you want?"
He smirked. "You know what I want. Keep the change, I'll see you later tonight."
You first met Ben when he was saving your boss, the diner owner, from being robbed. That's mostly why he always eats at the diner, his payment for saving your boss was a free meal each day (though he leaves tips anyway).
After having you serve him, Ben didn't want anybody else. He would only ask for you, and that sparked your deal with him. In reality, it was just an opportunity for blackmail.
He caught you smoking in the back alley one time, and after threatening to spill the beans to your boss, he decided to keep your little secret. In exchange of your services -- after hours.
He'd come, fuck you over, and leave money. You took offense at first, but at this point you didn't care. It was money that you needed, and he fucked you good.
By the time you reached your apartment, Ben was already inside waiting for you.
"There's my sweet." He sighed in relief before spreading his legs and smirking, "Strip."
Rolling your eyes, you took off your clothes, showing him your naked body underneath the waitress uniform you had to wear.
"Mm, no underwear under that short skirt? Baby, you should've told me earlier." Ben stood up, circling around you, his breath right next to your ear. "Would've taken you right then and there."
You gulped, feeling his cold uniform touching your bare skin.
You know the rest.
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Sometimes you wonder if what you're doing with Soldier Boy is worth it. Yes, he's charming, he has that je ne sais quoi factor, and God was he handsome. The only problem was that he's ruthless, and calling him a 'bad guy' was an understatement.
"You're scared of me." He stated the obvious while lying naked on your bed. "Why?"
"Are you really asking why?" You snorted as you put on some clothes. "You could literally snap my head off at any moment you like. That fact isn't exactly comforting."
He smiled, "Aw, but I won't do that. I like you, you're fun to keep around."
"Very reassuring."
He had stuck the money on the fridge with a magnet, like he always does. It still makes you feel bad, makes you feel like a whore, but you needed the money -- at this point, you are a whore.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing."
He frowned, a smile of disbelief on his face. "Usually you'd already be smoking by now."
"I can't." You said, "My brother's coming to visit and he's staying. I need to look like I have my shit together."
"Brother? I didn't know you had a brother."
You raised a brow. "Cause I don't need to tell you. Anyway, you can't come over for the next week."
It was his turn to raise a brow. "What do you mean I can't?"
"I can't have my brother look at me like this -- with obvious sex bruises."
"Sounds like you're even more scared of your brother than me." He joked, but when he saw the look in your eyes he started to wonder.
"Oh, you are scared of him."
"He's my brother." You swallowed thickly, grabbing yourself a glass of water. "He's just strict."
Ben looked at you for a minute before deciding to let the topic go. "Well, whoever he is, I'm still coming over. He can't stop me from getting my daily dose of addiction."
He left a kiss on your neck before leaving your apartment. "I'll see you soon, baby doll."
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Yes, you're scared of your brother.
It sounds silly, but when you were kids he used to hit you -- playfully at first, but then it got more serious. He called you names that he would disguise as playful and harmless, and you believed all he said.
That's why as you're picking him up, you're nervous as hell.
"Took you long enough."
"Hi to you too." You sighed, "Come on, my apartment's just down the block."
He handed you his bag and walked ahead. "Keep up, dumbass."
"Why are you here, anyway?"
"What, I can't visit my little sister?" He said in a 'loving' tone. "My friends are gonna hang. I'll just be here for a few days."
Thank God. You thought to yourself.
Your brother, Kyle, immediately went to your fridge to find some food.
"Help yourself..." you muttered.
"What did you say?" He frowned.
"Nothing," You sighed, dropping his bag on the couch while you cleaned up some dishes.
Kyle leaned against the counter. "Damn straight. You're starting to disrespect me. I should check in on you more often."
"I'm an adult, Kyle." You protested, "You don't need to protect me."
Big air quotes on protect.
"You're still my little sister." He sighed, "I don't want anything to happen to you."
For a moment there you felt like Kyle's changed. Maybe he's different now. Maybe he's no longer the ass-
"What the fuck?" Kyle squinted at the bruise he could see under your shirt. "Is that a fucking hickey?"
You pulled your shirt. "No, um, it's-"
"It is!" He scoffed, "God, I'm out there working my ass off and you're here just whoring around town? Jesus Christ."
"I'm not-"
"Get a real job, Y/N. Oh wait, sorry, you already have one -- being the community slut."
It was rage that you were feeling. Your hands were sweating, your heart was beating too fast for its own good, and your hand was holding a glass.
You did what you always do, breathe in and out. Count to ten. Don't let him get to you--
"Who the fuck would want you now? Worthless. Since the moment you were born."
Until that last comment somehow triggered your arm to swing and hit his head. The glass in your hand shattered into pieces when it hit his head, and Kyle was now lying on the ground, unconscious.
You weren't sure what happened -- no, you know exactly what happened.
Your hands were shaking while you tried to balance yourself.
What did you do?
How- why- shit-
"Shit."
You heard a familiar voice at the entrance of your apartment.
"Ben.. I-"
"Don't move." He said, warning you about the glass that was everywhere. Ben moved closer to Kyle, checking his pulse, though he knew the chances were slim. There was a big piece of glass that went through his skull.
"Is.. Is he?"
Ben stood up and covered you away from Kyle. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
"Ben, is he- is my brother.. I didn't mean to, I.. I couldn't.." You struggled with your words, chest heaving in panic because you realize what you'd just done.
Ben checked your hands for any cuts, but luckily they were small. "Don't look at him. Look at me. You're okay, alright? You don't need to explain to me what happened."
"But I-"
"Shh, it's okay." Ben pulled you into a hug, making sure you face away from Kyle's body.
It wasn't like Ben to act like this, to put someone else before him. He had no intentions to protect you, but the moment he saw the fear in your eyes, it was like instinct.
"Listen to me, here's what's gonna happen."
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Things moved fast. One moment you were picking up your brother, and now his body is being carried away to the morgue. Ben did all the talking to the police.
His story?
You're his secret girlfriend who has an abusive brother. When he arrived at your apartment he saw your brother hitting you in ways unimaginable. He did the only thing he knew how to.
The story wasn't a lie, except for the last part.
Ben wanted to protect you, but you knew damn well you killed your own brother. The guilt, the shame -- it was eating you up. And Ben could see it.
Ben managed to convince the authorities that you're too much in shock to speak, and he brought you back with him to his place.
"Hey," He called out softly, rubbing your back. "How are you holding up?"
He couldn't believe he's actually being nice, for once.
You sat on his bed and looked at him. "You're being nice to me."
He chuckled. "You just went through something traumatic. It's gonna take a while for you to get through it."
You mouth went dry.
"I.. I killed my brother."
"You were defending yourself."
"Against what? His words?" You scoffed, "He was yelling at me.. he was being fucking condescending and I just.. I lost it."
Ben reached for a blunt he casually had nearby and passed it to you.
"He was abusing you. Maybe not physically, but it doesn't matter. He's been doing that to you your entire life." He said. "If you ask me, it's about time he learnt his lesson."
"He's dead, Ben. He didn't learn anything."
The blunt was gone fast.
Ben stayed with you for the entire day, even though sometimes you didn't know what to say. Ben didn't know what to say either, he just knew he couldn't leave you alone.
At one point, Ben carried you to his bathroom. He ran a bath, made sure it was warm, and sat behind you, washing your hair.
"Why are you being nice?"
"You just went through something, sweetheart. I'm trying to take care of you."
You looked down. "I know, but you didn't have to. You could've just left me, watch me get arrested.. but instead you lied for me. You took the blame. Wait, what's gonna happen to you? Aren't you going to get in trouble?"
He chuckled, "Sweetheart, I'm Soldier Boy. I can do anything I want."
You turned to face him. It was the first time you saw his expression so gentle, so kind.
Ben let you rest your head on his chest while he rubs your fingers, knowing well that you could still feel the glass breaking in your hands. He couldn't handle you looking at him like that, it made him feel things.
"You know, I was alone when I got here." He started. "Everything was dark, I couldn't find my way. And then I met you, and.. I don't know, things just started falling into place."
"I didn't do anything though."
"That's the crazy part." He smiled, "You were just there. Whether I needed you or not, you're always there. Even if you only did it for the money, or the drugs, I don't care."
Ben didn't want to add any more to your plate. You've had quite the day. So he just held you and massaged your sore shoulders.
"Just stay and let me be here, alright? We'll figure out everything else tomorrow."
"..Alright."
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Do It For Me
This fic will cover my Laser-Tag/Paintball Adventure square on my @jacklesversebingo card.
Summary: You really want Ben to get into the spirit of a fun Paintball adventure. What will you have to promise to get him there.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Bit of kissing, some suggestive language. Ben being a grumpy boy. Versions of Ben, Annie and Hughie that don't necessarily fit canon.
Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader
Word Count: 1,259
A/N: So this is my next square for my second jacklesversebingo card. The request for this one came from @spnwoman who said this:
Hi me again!! Lol or a “laser tag/paintball adventure” with soldier boy/ Ben with the reader would be really fun for them to let lose and have fun as a couple with promise as something sexy as a reward 😉
I veered a little bit away from your request; it ended up more fluffy than sexy, but I hope you still enjoy it!
The beautiful dividers were created by @firefly-graphics
“This is fucking ridiculous, Y/N. You can’t expect me to put this shit on.” Ben’s voice was sharp, but his face was pouty as you looked up from tying on your knee pad.
You couldn’t help but smile at his annoyance which made his pout turn into a glare. You shook your head. “Look, it’s just the rules of the course. Everybody has to wear the safety equipment.”
As you finished speaking, one of the elbow pads he’d attached incorrectly fell to the ground, making an angry growl erupt from his chest, and you covered your mouth as a giggle threatened to escape. The last thing you wanted to do was laugh at him. It had taken a lot of cajoling and promises on your part to get him to even come down to the paintball course.
It was a double date that you and he were having with Annie and Hughie. You’d told him it would be so much fun, that it would be great to go out with another couple. You told him how much it would mean to you to do something couple-y with your boyfriend. But he’d resisted all arguments.
“I am an actual fucking soldier. I’m not going to some playland to pretend I’m a soldier and shoot paint at each other.” He’d scoffed. “It’s a game for children, and in case you forgot, sweetness, I’m a man.”
He'd yanked you up against him at that point and every one of your arguments sank beneath a moan as he plundered your mouth and kissed you breathless. The discussion had been postponed while he spent the afternoon showing you just how much of a man he was.
But the next day you’d started the campaign again. Ben had been frustrated beyond belief at your refusal to take no for an answer. Finally he’d made you a deal. He’d go play paintball with you if you did something for him, something he’d been trying to get you to do since you'd started dating. With only a brief hesitation from you, the deal was struck.
Now you were here and you had to admit that he did look a little ridiculous in the paintball gear. He was out in public so he had his super suit on, but the place where you were playing insisted that everyone had to wear their helmets, elbow and knee pads. Trying to fit the equipment over Ben’s actual soldier's uniform, complete with knee pads and elbow pads of his own, wasn’t going very well.
“Here,” you said as you bent to pick up the elbow pad, “take yours off. You won’t need them while we’re here, right? So, just wear these ones instead. And the helmet will be great, you used to wear one all the time, I’ve seen pictures.”
Ben jammed the silly black helmet on his head, leaving the visor raised and the clasp and chin strap dangling. “Yeah, it didn’t look like this.”
You bit your lip again and reached up to secure the strap under his chin and snap it into place. “You look very adorable.”
Ben continued to glare as you finished dressing him.
“Hey guys.” Annie spoke as she and Hughie came into the changing area. “All ready to go?”
You snapped the last buckle in place on Ben’s knee pad and nodded. “Yep! Be prepared to go down you two!” You raised a finger and looked at Annie and then Ben. “Oh, and no superpowers allowed.”
Both supes rolled their eyes and Ben picked up his gun and eyed it suspiciously.
“Paint. Pfft.” He mumbled under his breath.
It may have started rough, but within ten minutes Ben was fully invested. He was calling out strategies to you as he scouted the terrain. (The terrain being a concrete play area covered with various objects to hide behind - old car hoods, bales of hay, a shed with one side missing, etc.)
As you hid in the shed, Ben had his back to you, keeping watch on the open side. He turned to you and gave you a series of extravagant hand gestures that you guessed were supposed to tell you something. When you just stared at him with wide eyes and shrugged shoulders he rolled his eyes.
He made the gestures again, whispering instructions at the same time. “I’m gonna scout forward, you stay hidden. Watch your right flank.”
“Oh. Mmkay.” You said with a thumbs up.
Ben just sighed and moved forward, his head on a swivel as he moved from one piece of cover to another. A few minutes later you heard Annie and Hughie let out twin shouts of dismay and then Ben’s cry of victory. You poked your head out of the shed as the three of them walked forward. Hugh and Annie were splattered nearly head to toe with Ben’s green paint. Ben didn’t have a drop on him.
You grinned as he approached you, the visor on his helmet raised and a huge smile wreathing his face.
“Let’s go again!” He shouted.
***
A few days later:
You felt Ben behind you, pressing tight against you. His body was hard and warm, but you trembled. You’d never done anything like this and it scared you.
“Ben - “ You started, but he cut you off.
“Uh uh, sweetness, you promised. You said if I played paintball, you’d finally give me this.”
A whine entered your voice as Ben’s arms encircled you. “But, you liked paintball in the end. I’m telling you, I’m really not sure about this.”
“I am.” Ben tilted his head to press a kiss just behind your ear. “I’m very sure.”
You sighed deeply. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”
Ben kicked your feet further apart. “Widen your stance.” Then he brought his hands forward onto yours before pulling your arms back a little. “And tuck your arms in closer to your body. You’ll take the recoil better.”
The power of the cold metal weapon in your hands made you sweat as Ben pressed another kiss to your cheek and then stood up and moved away from you. “Okay, baby aim for dead center and pull the trigger when you feel ready.”
Watching your face, Ben could see your fear. “Y/N.” He said softly and you looked at him. “You’re perfectly safe, you’re just aiming at a piece of paper. You can’t hurt anyone.”
He reached out to run his fingers down your cheek. “I know this isn’t something you’ll ever enjoy, and that’s perfectly okay. But I’ll feel much better if you know how to defend yourself against my enemies. I have too many to count and they all know I’m impervious to any kind of pain.” His eyes darkened and you saw real fear there. “So they can only hurt me by hurting you.”
He disarmed you quickly and effortlessly and then pulled you into his arms. He kissed you deeply, harshly, desperately, sucking the air from your lungs. When he finally pulled away, you were panting. His forehead rested against yours and he closed his bright green eyes so his fear and worry were hidden from you. “Please, baby, I need to give you all the protection I can, which includes showing you how to protect yourself. That starts with learning how to handle a weapon.”
He opened his eyes and pulled back a bit, chucking your chin and then pressing one more light kiss against your lips, before whispering to you. “Please.” His voice was almost begging.
You sighed deeply, swayed by his worry and concern.
“Okay.” You conceded. “Give me back the gun and let me try.”
Ben patted your ass and grinned when you frowned at him. "Good girl."
You chuckled - couldn't expect him to stay mushy for too long.
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pairing: soldier boy x reader
word count: 1062
notes: on the third day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... soldier boy playing santa claus!
life had been peaceful the last few years. you and ben had finally gotten the chance to settle down, and now, you were the proud parents of twin girls, who were now four years old. finally at the age where they’d be more likely to remember this holiday better than the last three, and that made you excited. you and ben had gone a little overboard this year with the gifts, trying to fulfill as many little wishes on their lists as you could. this time of year was magical for a child, and even though ben grumbled about santa getting most of the credit, he knew the smiles on their faces would be well worth it.
the night of christmas eve, you hosted your family for dinner and gift exchange. and when it came time for your daughters to open their gifts from their grandparents, you and ben were more than thrilled to see the girls squeal in excitement as they ripped wrapping paper from barbie boxes and toy tool sets. they ran up to their grandparents and hugged them tightly, then went off to play before it was time to set out the cookies and milk.
“so, will santa be dropping by the house tonight?” your father asked, and you nodded with a smile.
“mhm, he sure will be. we have the sweetest little angels in the world. it would be a crime to skip them,” you replied, and ben nodded with a little smile.
what you didn’t know was that he had gone out of his way to purchase a santa costume. it had been tucked away in your shared walk in closet for about a month, and he knew that it would not only make you laugh, but it might thrill the girls to possibly catch a glimpse at the jolly man in red.
“well, it’s getting late, and the girls should be getting to bed before he gets here,” your mother said.
“right you are. don’t need any mishaps tonight. audrey! quinn! grandma and grandpa are heading out, so come say good night!”
audrey and quinn came rushing out of their bedroom and hugged their grandparents good night, then waved goodbye as their left your home. then, ben crouched down, and he set a hand on their shoulders.
“all right, you two ready to set out milk and cookies for the big guy?” he asked, and you saw their eyes light up.
“yes, daddy!” they said, and with a smile, you led them into the kitchen, pulling out the special plate and bowl you used to leave the treats out.
“looks like we’ve got some veggies for the reindeer, too,” ben said, pulling a bag of baby carrots from the fridge. the girls laughed, and they cheerfully began to arrange the cookies on the plate in the order they thought santa would be most likely to eat them, and then you set some carrots into the reindeer shaped bowl. you helped quinn pour a glass of milk, and then it was time for bed.
the girls settled in, and you read them your father’s old pop-up version of the night before christmas, just like he did with you. ben sat between their beds, making sure they each had a teddy bear tucked in with them, then you both kissed them goodnight before turning off their lamp. audrey and quinn smiled as they shut their eyes. they were worn out from an exciting day, and it wasn’t long before they were both fast asleep. you went down into the kitchen to wash the dished from dinner while ben disappeared upstairs, and you paid it no mind. you could hear the rustling to wrapping paper from behind you, and you figured he was just bringing down the gifts you had wrapped a few nights ago, so you felt no need to turn around to check. but you did have to turn to set the plates aside to dry, and when you did, you saw a brief flash of red. puzzled, you turned off the sink and crept towards the stairs, slowly making your way down them and into your family room, where you christmas tree was light with colorful lights. and there, you saw your husband, dressed in a santa costume, setting the neatly wrapped presents around the tree.
“oh. my. god,” you whispered, your hand going to cover your mouth. he chuckled, then stood and turned to look at you, his hands on his hips.
“nice costume, right?” he asked, and you began to laugh, walking over with a smile.
“it’s perfect. you’re too funny,” you said, reaching to play with the puff on the end of his hat.
“that’s not all. take a look…” he moved one hand over you, and you looked up to find a bit of mistletoe in his hand. you laughed again, then looked back at him, shaking your head.
“what am i gonna do with you?” you asked, and he wrapped his free arm around your waist.
“gimme a kiss, because those are the rules,” he murmured. he leaned down, and you met him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. the glow from the tree illuminated you both, and it felt like the most romantic moment you could have shared. until, that is, two tiny gasps pulled you apart.
“quinn! look! mommy’s kissing santa claus!” audrey squealed.
“girls! you need to get back to bed!” you said quickly, pulling away from ben to usher them back upstairs. they were giggling as they jumped back into their beds, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. of course, this was going to be the first christmas they truly remembered. how could it not be?
you went back downstairs and joined ben by the tree once more, and he was busy trying to stifle his laughter.
“very funny, benjamin,” you said, and he again wrapped his arm around your waist.
“if nothing else, this will be a holiday to remember. the time our daughters thought you were making out with a fat guy in a red suit with a white beard,” he said, and you snorted.
“great. what fond memories. guess we’ll have some questions to answer in the morning,” you murmured, and he kissed your forehead.
“if they aren’t distracted by the shiny new toys, sure.”
“... let’s hope they’re easily influenced.”
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Bad Reputation – Chapter 7
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Series Summary: In a world full of careless supes, powerful people, and corruption on all levels, Y/N’s the typical millennial, trying to make the world a better place one good deed at a time. As a civil rights lawyer in New York City, justice, kindness, and selflessness are her motto. Her patience is tested, however, when none other than America’s ass himself shows up on her doorstep and needs help.
Warnings: +18, strong language (please mind the fandom), angst, PTSD, mentions of depression & suicidal thoughts, fluff, soft!Soldier Boy, SMUT
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: Welcome back to the end! 😈 I will be posting all remaining chapters of this series this week & I’m so excited to share it with you all! I know we left off with a bit of tension, but I’m pretty sure you’ll like where this chapter is going 😏
Feedback is my fuel, so please let me know if you enjoy this part! 🖤
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Y/N’s night is godawful. She keeps tossing and turning on the squeaky mattress, haunted by the dead Soldier Boy left in his wake. The small bedroom is engulfed in sinister darkness, the city lights a faint blur outside her window, far away from any clarity. And among the booming metropolitan noise, her ears suddenly pick up the first few snores.
Her eyes pop wide open.
Warily, she peers over the edge of her bed and notices the supe curled up on her floor, head resting on a couch cushion and a thin blanket thrown sloppily over his large body. Apparently, he snuck into her room at some point. Her surprise is only overshadowed by the familiar stinging ache in her ribcage as she observes him. Dead asleep, he almost looks harmless and peaceful, even a bit innocent. He doesn’t look like a killer, a predator, or a nuclear bomb. He simply looks like Ben.
He stirs a little, his angry brow furrowing and the fucking kissable lips moving. His mumbles are incomprehensible, but she concludes his dreams aren’t pleasant, judging by the way his face contorts. Something begins to gnaw at her insides, her mind aware it’s pity that’s metastasizing in her heart. Still, she won’t get reeled in by his charm and the puppy dog eyes. If anything, she should be happy a guy like him is suffering in his own damn mind prison. He’s built it himself, after all. Brick by asshole brick.
Rolling onto her other side, she tries to blend out his little whimpers and strained breaths. Meditation helps. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat. It helps until utterances turn into full words. The agonizing sounds are knives to her ears, forcing her to flip onto her back with a frustrated sigh. “Dammit.”
Her bare soles hit the hardwood floor as she kneels down next to him, ignoring the razor-sharp pain in her sprained ankle that winds itself to her thigh. Placing a hand on his naked shoulder, she feels the tense bulge of muscles under her pads as she carefully shakes him awake. “Ben? Wake up.”
Grumbling, the freckle-dusted nose scrunches, but he only wakes up at her next harder shake. His eyes burst wide open and flutter vigilantly as he jolts up straight, his brain instantly jumping into defense mode as if someone’s yelled ‘Action!’ in the middle of her bedroom. His muscular chest rises and falls with labored breaths, oblivious forest green eyes staring at her before anxiously buzzing around the dark.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay… It’s just me,” she says, smiles softly, and cups his neck to draw his attention to her. Her hand brushes the sweat-drenched locks of hair from his forehead, fingers tenderly running through his beard. He blinks several times, two thick digits rubbing the sleep from his weary eyes before their gazes connect.
“What the fuck happened?”
“I think you had a nightmare,” she says quietly and offers him an understanding look.
“Fuck you. I don’t have nightmares,” he bites like an unloved shelter dog, his brow forming the same angry wrinkles she’s grown so accustomed to over the last few days.
“Ben, it’s just me,” Y/N shrugs harmlessly and shoots him an empathetic smile. His gaze focuses on her for several heartbeats, eyes intensely studying her features as if he’s not sure it’s genuinely her. “Is that why you’re sleeping on the floor?”
“No, I’m fucking sleeping here because you fucking bitch told me I wasn’t fucking welcome in your fucking bed,” he huffs bitterly, a flash of hurt crossing his orbs.
“You coulda said something, you know? It’s okay if you don’t wanna sleep alone,” she maintains patiently and feels his Adam’s apple harshly bob in her palm.
“‘M fine. There’s nothing to fucking talk about. I don’t need to fucking chit-chat about fucking feelings, okay? I was in a fucking war. Do you even know–”
Her lips silence his as she dives forward and swallows the rest of his rant. His large hands are quick to weave into her messy bun and drive her closer to him, his deadly tongue snaking between her lips and needily deepening the kiss.
When his rough palms begin to roam her body and his fingers dent her flesh, she breaks from his wet lips and wordlessly grabs her pillow from the bed, throwing it next to his on the ground. As Y/N lies down, the supe mimics her movements and lays his head on the cushion next to her with a calm and yet bemused expression. She shuffles closer and curls into his frame, her arms wrapping around his bare torso, skin connecting with skin. It takes him a whole minute, probably filled with a million convoluted and extraordinarily disturbing thoughts before he decides to hold her back.
“You don’t have to be alone. I’m here,” she whispers against his steel armor of a chest and feels his grip tightening around her until it becomes hard to take a breath. “Your heart’s beating really fast right now,” she smiles up at him and then notices his dumbstruck expression, reminding her of someone stuck right in the middle of a wild acid trip. “Are you okay?”
“Hm? Mhm, yeah, uhm… I’m good, angel. Don’t worry your pretty head about it.” Ben pats her crown, his other palm rubbing her back reassuringly, even though she heard the reluctance in his voice.
Ah yes, the generation that doesn’t want to talk about their feelings. Seems to be going great for them…
When Y/N shifts back an inch to get a better look at his face, his hold on her only strengthens, already fearing a potential distance. His mouth then opens, finally courageous enough to say something, one entrancing gaze permeating her soul.
“Look, uhm… I know what I did fucking wrong, alright? But what do you want me to do about it? I can’t fucking take it back now, can I? I did whatever fucking Vought told me to do. Stand there, smile here, say this shit, do that shit… until it wasn’t fucking good enough anymore,” he mutters the last part under his breath, the grave offense written in permanent ink. Letting out a humorless chuckle, he rubs a palm over his face to calm the building storm within him before it has the chance to culminate into a hurricane and blow up the apartment. “I just know that it happened a fucking long time ago… and I’ve spent the last fucking forty years paying for my goddamn sins. Believe me.” He pauses, green eyes piercing her heart like an arrow and twisting the pointy tip inside the muscle. “So, you tell me – is it enough yet?”
One single look at the broken man in front of her determines the final ruling. “It’s enough… I’m sorry, Ben.”
There’s a beat of silence, his defense paper-thin, before he quietly mumbles, “‘M sorry, too.”
Trying to not let her surprise show, she catches the teensy smile on his lips that acknowledges his contribution. “I just-… I feel really bad for all the people that died, you know? And all the loved ones they left behind, who’ll miss them forever.”
“Yeah, good people usually do,” Ben concedes and strokes her cheek like she’s holy, emerald eyes boring into hers. The color of his orbs always reminds her of the grass at the cemetery, lush green adorned with golden specs and a lot of death lingering underneath the beauty. “I guess I just got used to it. I mean, when you live as fucking long as me, you learn that only one thing is certain, and that’s death. Eventually, they all just fucking blur together…”
It’s a spineless excuse, but it dawns on her that Soldier Boy might not be the biggest cause of evil after all. It’s always been fucking Vought.
Look at him. He’s a complete fucking idiot, just another one of Vought’s puppets. They saw someone’s weakness and shot a guy with ginormous self-esteem issues full of poison, making him believe he was the greatest man alive, untouchable to a fault.
And boy, is it a fucking fault…
He was celebrated as a hero, treated like a movie star, and loved by many until there was no one left to love him. And now, he’s just a sad, old man who’s lost in the present and would rather be stuck in the golden days of his past.
“So, uhm, Hughie and Butcher want me to add this fucking Homelander wimp to the payback list. What do you think?”
Well, what does she think?
Every time she hears that name, her insides twist as if she’s about to vomit and her heart bleeds with the intensity of a thousand cuts, but Y/N will be damned to let the hurt show.
“I don’t think you should do it.” She has a valid reason to wish that motherfucker out of existence, but strangely, she doesn’t. She’s not willing to give into the whole notion of ‘an eye for an eye’ truly achieving justice. Nothing in this world is going to bring her Ben back, least of all more death. “I don’t think you should kill anyone.”
“Y/N–”
“No, just listen,” she pleads and surprisingly watches his mouth close. “Why even bother and give them the time of day, huh? Why put more hurt out there? You don’t have to do this. I mean, is that really what you want? You could just go and live your life. Fuck those haters.”
Her superpower as a lawyer has always been words, especially words she doesn’t believe in. Those are her greatest weapon.
“Look, this isn’t a discussion you and I are gonna have,” he shuts her down, jaw tightening with a firm glare, the green in his irises darkening to a dangerous color and signaling that his alter ego is taking over. The ego that’s refusing to listen to the angel on his shoulder. “These assholes need to know where their fucking place is, so they don’t fucking dare to come after me again… or you.” His eyes catch hers in his periphery, his look threatening to burn the whole world down if someone defied his warning. “Do you understand that?”
“If you go, I’d go with you,” she blurts out her suggestion and instantly shuts her mouth with a harsh lip bite, not knowing what kind of madness possessed her mind. Maybe it’s just all the desperation and loneliness that finally drove her fucking nuts. Or maybe it’s the one sacrifice that balances all previous mistakes. Maybe this could be something good. Maybe it saves fucking lives in the end.
The supe’s eyebrows draw tightly together upon her proposal, two emeralds staring at her with potency, bewilderment, and, well, suspicion. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
Roughly tearing her teeth into her bottom lip, she fumbles with her fingers, her eyes focused solely on the temporary distraction, and then she takes a deep breath. “I’m-, I’m really sad,” she confesses with a hard swallow and shoots him a glance she soon averts but continues nonetheless, hopelessly hoping that offering him a piece of her will get her a piece of him. “Most days, at least. It’s been like that for a while, ever since, uhm… I mean, sometimes I feel like I’m just waiting around until I can see him again, you know? I don’t really have a purpose anymore. Every day’s kinda the same dark, bleak hole… A part of me was even hoping you’d kill me. Still does, actually.”
“It ain’t gonna be me, angel. Sorry to disappoint.” Ben licks his full lips and offers her a faint smile that’s surprisingly sympathetic, the corners of her mouth tugging slightly upward to mirror his. “Glad you’re still around, kid. I mean, you were my first pussy in forty years. A man doesn’t forget that.”
With a snort, she buries her face in her arms, her strangled laughter filling the silent space as her cheeks flush the brightest pink. Dear God, he always says the most inappropriate stuff. The pure cringe of his words is sometimes so shocking she can’t help but laugh. It’s the reflex of second-hand embarrassment. “You’re the worst,” she grins teasingly and yet interlocks her fingers with his, the size difference not even comparable. “But you know what? I’ll take it.”
“Yeah, you fucking did,” he chuckles with a boyish smirk and wiggles his eyebrows. When she scoldingly attempts to hit his chest, he catches her hand in a blink of an eye and kisses her knuckles, placing it on his heart instead.
“I don’t wanna be alone either, you know?” she admits and feels a slight squeeze of the hand he’s holding. “It’s fucking hard.”
Ben nods as if he knows the feeling before a provocative grin molds on his lips. “You don’t even like me, angel.”
“I don’t like Soldier Boy,” she corrects him. “I don’t like the guy that insults and manipulates and bullies and hurts people. And honestly? I think you don’t either… But I like Ben. He seems like a nice guy when he actually tries, you know?”
“Hmm,” he hums, the tone deep and vibrating in his chest. He clasps her hand even tighter, his mind wandering somewhere she can’t reach. A few heartbeats of silence pass before he rolls onto his side, facing her, and cradles her cheek, fingers brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. Momentarily, his heart is on his sleeve, bright and shiny for her to see, each impulse of his guided by clarity. “I’m gonna try really hard, okay? I’m not gonna fucking disappoint you.”
The sturdy palm on her cheek is unusually shaky when his oath leaves his lips as she witnesses him swallow harshly, the teary gleam in his orbs a mix of torment and determination. “That’s a big promise,” she whispers, aware it’s impossible for someone like him to keep.
His head bobs in acknowledgment. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna cheat this time. I wanna fucking earn it.”
“What does that mean?”
Through endless eyelashes, Ben gazes at her as time slows and becomes redundant, the sea of emotion in his eyes overwhelming her every thought. Like Columbus, she stares at the empty horizon and sees a whole world waiting for her there. Her heart bursts and falls to pieces when he leans closer and presses his lips on hers. Every move is slow, sultry, and tender. It’s unlike any past kisses they’ve shared, which were reigned by need, hunger, and lust.
Any protests of hers are swallowed by his tongue as he snakes a hand between her thighs and effortlessly rips her underwear off her body, not wasting a minute on the nuisance of undressing. Love-deprived, he spreads her legs apart and masterly slips between them, tugging the gray sweats over his perky ass enough for his thick, long cock to spring free, the red tip glistening with precum. The brush of his heavy length against her smooth thighs suffices for her pussy to clench around nothing and beg for so much more. And as if he could psychically hear her desperate mental pleas, his dick slides into her tight channel and immerses himself to the brim in nothing but her. When his swollen tip scratches her hottest spot, she lets out the moan she’s been holding in with her breath.
“Man, you know what I love about this fucking gorgeous cunt? It’s so wet my cock slips right in. Don’t even have to use fucking lube,” Ben smirks, his eyes drifting down and watching his wet dick disappear inside her hole with fascinated fixation.
His expression always resembles a little boy’s who has found something interesting during his trip through the woods. Maybe it’s because the supe really hasn’t seen any naked lady parts in a long ass time or even had a chance to play with them. She supposes she’d be weird about it as well if she hadn’t gotten any dick in over forty years.
Clasping his chin, she lifts his eyes back to her face and pecks his lips. “How about no talking during this one?”
“C’mon, I know you like the dirty talk, my naughty little angel,” he grins slyly while fucking her leisurely, slow and steady like he’s got all the time in the fucking world, a mix of beard and blond locks tickling her face.
You know those deep tissue massages where they basically punch their fucking elbow into your shoulder to loosen those damn tense knots, and it’s so orgasmically good that it makes you want to scream and bite your tongue till it’s fucking bleeding? Yeah, that’s exactly what his giant cock feels like inside of her.
“Oh, I love the dirty talk,” she smirks with a bite of her lip and tries not to pass out, her eyes concentrating on each freckle that marks his broad chest, attempting to count them all like the stars in the sky. “But with you, it’s like a box of chocolates. I never know what I’ll get.”
Musingly, his gaze lifts over his shoulder, hair falling into his flawless features. “Huh. I like that metaphor.”
“E-Everyone… d-does,” she croaks out, her walls tightening around him as he picks up his pace. “It’s from Forrest Gump… it’s a movie from nineteen-ninety-fou-ah-oh fuck! Ben…” Her climax takes her words away, one cleverly executed and rough slam of his hips shoving her over the sweetest edge of the highest fucking cliff.
“Figured if you still had enough air to talk, I could go a little harder on you,” he taunts, smirking down at her with that bastard look of his.
“Message received,” she exhales breathlessly, closing her eyes for a second as the room starts to spin, and only awakes with his next soft kiss on her lips – like a princess from a slumber. His movements still, the tenderness turning scorching as his tongue breaches into her mouth and his teeth tug on her lips.
“Alright, no more talking,” he agrees and pecks her hairline, contrastingly sweet to anything else he stands for. His hot breath fans against her ear as his lips brush past her shell and whisper, “Even though I love when you moan my name, angel.”
His cock draws out of her heat, leaving only the tip inside her cozy confines. His meaty fingers roll up her shirt till her tits come into view, each graze of his digits causing more goosebumps to form. Submerging his head between her breasts, his hungry mouth captures one tit, the honed tongue delighting her nipple until it hardens between his sharp teeth. When he’s done with both, he ravenously nibbles, kisses, and sucks his way to her face and rests his forehead on hers, rough palms exploring her body as they prey on every inch of her delicate flesh, roughly securing her legs around his waist. Once his green eyes are sure she’ll hold his gaze, his hips snap against hers, his dick fully drilling back into her cunt.
“Oh Goh–!” A large palm clasps her mouth and mutes her screams of pleasure. He sends her an amused smile, reminding her of their silent agreement, and she can see by the twinkle in his juniper orbs that it turns him on as much as it does her, his cock gleefully twitching inside her dripping pussy.
With every strong thrust, she bites a little harder down on his calloused fingertips between her parted lips, crude whimpers escaping her throat. His eyes tightly squeeze shut and break their hypnotic hold on her, carnal huffs leaving his nostrils. His head becomes lost in the crook of her neck as hers falls back and digs deeper into the pillow underneath it, her toes curling until they cramp behind his back. When the band in her belly finally snaps, he lets go, grunts coarsely against her salty skin, and spills till she overflows.
The tenderhearted caress on her hot cheek causes her eyes to flutter open, his kiss breathing new life into her.
“Don’t fucking leave” are the first words she hears again, his green eyes pleading and the gruff voice a warning.
As the first few sun rays filter through the dingy blinds and reach her eyelids, her mind begins to wake.
Oh God…
Her back hurts, her hip bone stings as it drills into the hardwood floor beneath it, and there’s a throbbing pain in her contused ankle. She might be younger than her counterpart by several decades, who currently peacefully snores into her shoulder blade, but she’s still too fucking old for a goddamn floor nap.
“Morning, angel,” he hums half-asleep and marks her skin with a wet kiss. As soon as his mouth produces words, she already feels his dick rising against her ass, greeting her as well.
Jesus fucking Christ, that man is insatiable.
The strong arms, which are tightly wrapped around her frame, then start to explore the body they’re holding. His nimble fingers tweak her bud until it peaks, his large palm kneading the same tit, while his other hand torturously climbs down her stomach, her muscles tensing under his featherlight touches till his fingers reach her damp slit, swiftly push her folds apart, and draw teasing circles on her clit. His arms are like a straitjacket around her, caging her in a prison of filthy pleasure – only she isn’t even remotely thinking about an escape from his embrace.
“Mmmmh, fuck,” she mewls and reflexively grinds her ass against his firm cock. His beard deliciously scrapes her sensitive cheek, her hand reaching behind to weave into his hair, fingers tugging on the blond locks until he groans lewdly into her ear.
“Shit, that feels so fucking good,” he grunts as he vigorously sets her nerve endings on fire, every touch of his like burning acid on her skin. “Figured you can’t walk anyways with that ankle of yours. Might as well make sure you fucking can’t, right? I wanna fucking ruin you, my pretty little angel.” She feels him smirk against her skin before his pearly whites sink into her shoulder with the intent to taste her blood.
“Shit… M-more,” she pants and wriggles in his grip, her only wish to be maddeningly fuller.
“Yeah? Want me to claim you? Make you fucking mine?”
“Uh-huh,” she nods in agony, the pressure on her bundle of nerves only increasing.
“And what do good girls say when they want something, my love?” Feeling his little taunting chuckle against her spine, she knows the cunning bastard is enjoying her torture greatly.
“Please, please, please.” Upon her desperate prayers, his hand leaves her dripping pussy, tongue licking her juices from his thick fingers with a deep hum. The supe’s palms then carefully bend the knee of her upper, injured leg as he positions himself behind her and threads his thick cock through her cascading arousal. She’s a writhing mess in his hold by the time his tip breaches her entrance and gasps sharply when he’s fully sheathed in her.
“Man, I love this fucking pussy,” he exclaims blissfully and sucks on the skin behind her ear, his scent enveloping her entire being. He always smells like nicotine, booze, leather, and everything sinful that she fucking craves – the bad boy who doesn’t give a shit about his reputation.
Soldier Boy is the fucking used needle in her arm, the last dirty drag of a cigarette before lighting the next one, all the while fucking hating yourself for being so goddamn weak that you can’t escape the circle.
“Mmmm,” Y/N hums while she chews on her bite of buttered toast, pointer finger musingly tapping her chin as she sits on the little stool by the kitchen counter. “Favorite song? Be honest, though, even if it’s a guilty pleasure.”
“Hm, alright,” Ben smiles next to her and accepts her challenge, taking a bite of his scrambled eggs before he replies with a mouthful, “Night and Day. Sinatra.”
“Huh,” she stumps.
“You know Sinatra?”
“Duh. I’m a New Yorker. He’s a legend,” she says, almost offended by his question.
“Well, I’m sorry, angel. Was second-guessing your generation’s musical taste for a hot minute,” he quips.
“Whatever, grumpa.” Y/N playfully rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out, slinging some of her food down with coffee. “Uhm… favorite movie?”
“Casablanca,” he answers lickety-split.
“Aw, I love that one,” she smiles widely and is, frankly, baffled by his oddly romantic choices. “Besides, Humphrey Bogart was so hot.”
Ben drops his fork onto the plate and cocks an eyebrow in his usual offended manner, smacking his plush lips. “You know the guy was only fucking 5ft 8, right? I mean, I hung out with the fucking Rat Pack back in the day. Bogart barely reached my shoulder.” She bites back the grin and presses her lips together. “What?!”
“Nothing,” she smirks cheekily, her dimples red and hurting. “You’re cute when you’re jealous over a dude that’s been dead for a really long time.”
“Fuck you,” he scoffs with another bite of his eggs, but his palm finds her thigh and squeezes her flesh reassuringly. She giggles, seeing him smile as well.
“Oy!” There are a few loud pounds that accompany that utterance, both their heads turning to the closed front door. “Ready to go, mate?”
Butcher.
“In a fucking minute!” Ben yells back, his deep voice irritated and booming.
“Where are you going today?”
“Herogasm. Going after the fucking twins,” he barks as he rises from his seat and pecks her crown on his way to the bathroom, probably to suit up. Sometimes, she goddamn swears the man has a split personality, going from soft as a kitty to ferocious like a dragon spewing fire.
“Herogasm? Wait, that’s a real thing? I thought that was just a myth like that island where they hunt people.” Her brow furrows as she follows him and leans against the doorframe.
“Not a myth. I founded it,” Ben winks before shedding his clothing, her bathroom warping into a strip show – she’s not complaining.
“Course you did,” Y/N snorts.
“And that island is real too, by the way,” the supe adds and slips into his suit piece by piece.
“What?!” Her jaw momentarily goes slack before she blinks out of her stupor, her focus shifting back to her roommate and her little mission. “Do you really have to kill them?”
Ben halts his movements and looks at her with a deep sigh. “I’ll try not to if they fucking talk. How’s that?”
Well, she’s not a fan of his compromise, but she supposes it’s her best bet, aware he won’t let go of his grudge that easily.
“C’mon, lads, really?!” Butcher shouts anew, clearly growing agitated with the wait.
Rolling her eyes back, Y/N moves to open the door, finding the Brit waiting with Hughie on her doorstep. Butcher instantly greets her with a smirk while the kid averts his eyes in discomfort.
“Y/N, love, how have ya been?”
“Better,” she grimly replies and checks around the corner if Ben’s still busy in the bathroom before hissing, “What the fuck are you shitheads doing with Soldier Boy? Hughie said you’re gonna use him as a weapon.”
The Brit then shoots Hughie a look, the kid quickly scrambling for an excuse, “Uh, to be fair, I did not think she’d remember any of that.”
“Oh, I remember. My brain was on fire that night,” Y/N smirks challengingly and folds her arms over her chest. “So, what’s up?”
“Well, good news is we might be rid of a certain cunt in red, white, and blue soon,” Butcher grins. “Wouldn’t you like that, huh?”
“Butcher, Soldier Boy’s not a weapon. He’s a human being who’s been through a lot,” Y/N argues. “He needs help, not some dickhead taking advantage of him. Stop using people for your fucking revenge porn fantasies.”
Butcher props his arm against the doorframe, leaning closer to her with a daring smile. “Oy, have we caught feelings for grandpa, or have you forgotten he’s a bloody murderer?”
“Right, I’m sorry. I forgot you and Hughie have the moral high ground here,” she retorts sarcastically and catches Hughie’s guilty look before entering into a staring match with the older man. “You think I want him here? He broke in and refuses to leave. What am I supposed to do about it, huh? He’s a fucking supe.”
Butcher licks his lips and rubs his jaw, his head bobbing. “You can lie all you fucking want to like it’s a bloody courtroom, love, but I know Soldier Boy cares about you, so you just keep the lad happy, and we’ll handle the rest. If ya need more weed and pills, just call Hughie here, alright?”
“Oh, so you want me to keep him stupid and heavily sedated. Who is he to you? A fucking girl in a club? Stop date-raping him,” Y/N bites and narrows her eyes to a death stare. “Fuck you. I’m not helping with this.”
“Everything okay here?” Ben’s deep voice cuts through the tension as she feels his presence protectively towering behind her.
“Everything’s absolutely perfect, guv. No need to worry,” Butcher assures, but the supe doesn’t seem to believe him, his gaze wandering to Y/N with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, everything’s fucking peachy,” she confirms bitterly, all the while glaring at Butcher.
As soon as the supe leaves through the door and disappears with the boys down the hallway, the eerie feeling in her gut only multiplies.
This isn’t fucking good.
Chapter 8
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Mighty Abby
Summary: A young hero meets Soldier Boy at her first Herogasm.
Pairing: “Mighty” Abby (OC) x Soldier Boy
WC: 2.9k words
Warnings: Drug use, smut, 1970s, rough sex, biting, dirty talking, orgy (though the OC doesn’t participate), oral sex, sexism, persuasion. A little bit of fluff?
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Abby moved uncomfortably on her feet, nervous.
She was new. Her agent had scored her an invite to this thing... the herogasm?
Being a superhero felt important. She would be helping people, saving them and stuff like that, but not in a stupid sex party.
Needless to say, she didn't want to be here, but it was good to rub elbows with the big A-listers.
When she was told to step inside, they told her to strip and get comfortable, but she absolutely couldn't fit both in the same act.
So Abby grabbed a bathrobe to cover her nudeness and tried not to make herself too visible.
Everyone was already busy with someone else, and she felt like a pervert for even looking at them.
So she walked around, hoping very hard that whatever rubbing elbows she would do would consist in talking in the kitchen while they hydrated themselves or ate.
But there was no kitchen. Lots of food on tables, but no actual kitchen.
She yelped when someone grabbed her arm, pushing whoever it was away and earning a confused look in return, and clenched her robe around herself as she walked off.
This was a bad idea. No, this was a terrible idea. A horrible, disgusting, and potentially dangerous idea.
Screw the connections, she was a hero! She shouldn't have to earn credit with a bunch of orgy-obsessed lunatics.
It was best that she went home.
And she tried to, walking around, trying to find the exit, but the place was a damn maze.
Abby opened doors and doors, ignored by the people fucking inside the rooms she found until one was empty, and closed the doors behind herself, jumping back when she felt something wet under her feet.
"Ew," she grunted.
Was that cum? Those people were so unsanitary.
She looked forward. There were two doors except for the one she had closed, a normal one and a doubled one.
Maybe that was the fucking exit.
Or the dining room, which could lead to a kitchen, which could lead to a backdoor.
Driving around in her robe was best that staying in this place and waiting for someone to point her on the way out.
So she opened the door and was completely disappointed just to find more people fucking, this time a tall guy on a big couch, with two identical girls practically worshipping his body.
To their merit, he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit as he didn’t even notice she had walked inside, but another noise - a whimper - broke his concentration.
“I swear to fucking God, gunpowder, don’t be a pussy and fuck hers right!” he growled, and Abby could see from the other side of the room on his bed, his sidekick - wait, wasn’t he underage - fucking a third identical girl.
Was that legal?
“S-sorry, sir,” he panted, sounding a little stunted like his teenage stamina. “I-I can’t!”
“How are you gonna be a real fucking man if you can’t fuck like one?” the man cursed out. “If you fucking cum before I do, I’ll wring your ass-”
He stopped, with his eyes on her, and she clenched her jaw.
Good God, don’t let that one be one of the grabbing kind of guys.
His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and he looked back to Gunpowder.
“Alright! You two! Fucking out of here!” he snapped.
The two girls disappeared out of thin air from where they were over him, leaving only the one on the bed, and poor Gunpowder, who hurried to follow his command, practically dragging her along.
“And you!” he pointed at Abby. “Over here.”
She clenched the hand on her robe.
“I’m actually looking for my way out,” she tried to argue. “If you may be kind enough…”
His face just hardened more.
“Don’t make me ask again,” he said darkly, clearly on edge.
He didn’t look like someone she wanted to anger.
So she stepped closer to him, still keeping her hand firm, standing right before him while he was still sat, and couldn’t help frowning at a closer sight of him. He was very twitchy. That was strange.
The man moved his hand up and pulled hers back forcefully, opening her robe on the way.
“Hey,” she gasped.
He didn’t answer her, reaching for her body and touching her stomach up and down.
“Flat enough,” he decided.
Abby frowned.
What was he-
The man grabbed her, manhandling her to the coffee table, pinning her down.
“Don’t fucking move,” he mumbled.
Her heart was beating fast, but she didn’t dare to move, not knowing what he was doing.
He walked to her and something cold touched her skin for a moment before he started to lay some white power on her skin.
Oh.
She didn’t even breathe when he pinned her down, and saw him closing one of his nostrils, doing his line right across her stomach.
He moaned in ecstasy and straightened up.
“Much better,” he hummed, rubbing his nose.
Abby swallowed down, looking at his face in a better light.
Was that… was that fucking Soldier Boy?
What the fuck was he doing?
So that was why he was with Gunpowder and so rude to the boy.
“May I go now?” she asks quietly, sitting up and closing her robe again.
He just chuckled, looking at her.
“Why the rush?” he chuckles, looking down at her body. “It’s a party. My party. You should be having fun.”
Abby clenched her robe closer.
“Yeah, it doesn’t look like my kind of fun,” she tried to be polite.
He looked at her face and shook his head.
“I see,” he put his hands on his waist, and she tried her best to keep her eyes on his face.
Why did he have to be naked?
“I get it, you just don’t know how to loosen up,” he decided. “I can tell you’re newbie, still trying to be all good and righteous, but what’s the point of being righteous if we can’t blow off a little steam?”
Abby raised her chin, proud.
“That’s what you call this party?” she asked. “Blowing off a little steam?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged as if that was normal. “I mean, everyone’s having fun, and I get to have anyone I want all in one place…”
She tried not to pursue her lips in annoyance. So yes, he was like everyone else in that place.
“Before you came in, Identi-Cali wasn’t the first girl deepthroating my cock tonight,” he smirked, looking quite cock. “And not by a long shot… and maybe you can be next?”
A part of her wanted to get up and leave, but the way he spoke… it sent shivers down her spine.
He wasn’t ugly. Actually, Soldier Boy was very hot.
And maybe if they were in a different place, and maybe after a nice dinner…
“Come here,” he pulled her by her hand and pressed his lips to her ear. “How about I offer you a little something, uh?"
Abby felt a little tense.
“I… I don’t know,” she stuttered a little.
She didn’t do drugs.
It wasn’t… it wasn’t her thing. And she was too old to start now.
Still, Soldier Boy took her hand, and leading her over to the little bar in the corner of his room, which had drinks and an assortment of pills.
"Now these," he pulled out a blue bottle from under the counter. "I got them specially done, it gets someone going for hours."
“You don’t have to,” she assured him. “You’re very nice, but…”
“Come on,” he opened it, smirking a little. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to do it.”
It was a little easier to look at him with the bar between them, blocking everything improper.
“What is your name?” he asked, looking at her with a charming smile.
“Abby,” she crossed her arms, nervous.
He looked at her face with a little smile.
"Are you a virgin or something, Abby?" he asked.
She flushed.
"No!” she denied quickly. “I mean… It’s been a while, but-"
"Bet that guy wasn’t very good,” he interrupted her. “Only girls who don’t know what good dick feels like would be hesitant to get fucked."
Her face burned deeply.
He opened the blue bottle and dropped a couple of pills on the palm of his hand.
“Come on, Abby,” he nearly cooed at her, assertively but also calming. “Don’t you want to have fun?”
Abby looked at it.
“How long is it supposed to last?” she asked.
She could try it just once.
It couldn’t be that bad, right?
Solder Boy grinned, and moved around, walking closer to her.
“Trust me, you won’t get hurt,” he answered instead
His eyes were so mesmerising.
Well, he was a good guy, right?
Soldier boy was a great hero.
He would never let her get hurt or give her anything bad for her.
“Here,” he placed a blue pill in her hand. “Together?”
Abby nodded, and he glanced at the bar.
“Let me get us something to down that,” he decided.
Soldier Boy stepped away and grabbed two glasses, quickly pouring scotch down both, and gave her one before taking his.
He placed his pill on his tongue and she did the same, watching his face, and he raised his glass, silently toasting with her, and she closed her eyes as she drank, the pill going practically unnoticed as the bitter alcohol burnt its way down her throat.
Nothing changed, but Soldier Boy didn’t wait for it, reaching for her, and put his hand on her waist.
“Now, let’s start with getting this off,” he pulled her robe off, and she just let him.
His eyes dragged over her skin, licking his lips, looking pleased.
“Oh, look at that, you still got some blow on you,” he realised.
He knelt down, licking across her stomach, making her shiver at the touch of his tongue.
A little sigh left her lips, and he lowered his lips, slowly kissing her stomach until he was kissing her thighs, and she whined when he pushed her against the counter.
“Look at who is wet already,” he purred. “Oh, God, what an eager cunt.”
She yelped when he suddenly manhandled her, tossing her onto the bed.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. “Wide. Give me a show.”
Abby whined, complying as she felt herself growing warm.
“Fuck,” he purred. “I knew you were going to stain my fucking sheets.”
Abby flushed.
“I’m sorry,” she tried to sit. “I…”
He pushed her right back down, eyes falling on hers.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he commanded, intense.
Her eyes darted down to his body, finally bold enough to do so, and his cock was already rock hard. Fuck, he was big.
“You’re dripping like a faucet, baby doll,” he clicked his tongue, his breath hitching as he stared at her wet pussy. “Still got your hymen, I see? I wonder if you were lying to me about being a virgin.”
She flushed.
“It grows back,” she mumbled. “Every time.”
Soldier Boy didn’t look like he was even listening to her, and just grabbed her hips, raising them and pushing his cock inside.
Abby closed her eyes, expecting it to hurt - she was sensitive, and his cock was so damn big - but all she felt was deep delight.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned loudly. “Now that is a pussy!”
He pushed in, cock feeling infinite as he pushed into her, and clenched when he finally bottomed out, balls hitting her ass.
“So damn wet, baby doll,” he squeezed her thigh, already pulling back from inside.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out, keeping just his head inside before slamming back in, and went right into fucking her, making her gasp and grip the blankets for some kind of balance.
All Abby could do was moan as he used her. Everything felt so strong, so fucking good.
“You have some fine tits, you know that?” he hummed, and she opened her eyes, finding him licking his lips as her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts.
She cried out when he just fucking bit the underside of her breast, so hard they broke through her skin, surprised with how even this made her feel like she was in the clouds.
“Fucking mine,” he growled, lips wrapping around her nipple and sucking on it.
Her eyes crossed with pleasure.
Fuck, if he sucked some more she was pretty sure he was going to make her come before she had even moved to help him - which would be a first, considering the men she’d slept with before this.
Suddenly, Soldier Boy moved up and captured her lips, kissing her deeply, and she held onto his shoulders for balance as he pounded into her. It was hot and intense, and it all almost felt like romantic passion if she could forget the hundreds of people just outside this door doing the same thing.
“Soldier Boy,” she moaned when he pulled back.
He opened his eyes, looking at her face.
“Ben,” he grunted.
Abby blinked, a little confused.
“Call me Ben,” he explained, almost in a command tone, though he was panting hard.
His cock brushed against her sweet spot, and her eyes just rolled back.
“Ben,” she cried out.
He squeezed her tight.
“Are you close? I can always feel it,” he chuckled. “You squeeze all tight around me like you want me even deeper. As if I’m not bruising your cunt up already.”
Abby reached around to touch her clit, knowing that was exactly what she needed, but he pulled her hand, pinning it over her head.
“No,” he growled.
“Ben,” she whimpered. “Please.”
Her brain was going foggy already.
Just a little more. She just needed a little bit.
“You’re gonna cum on my cock and that’s it,” he affirmed, pulling her other hand and holding it up too, fucking her hard. “Now be a good girl and do it.”
She whined and squirmed, trying to get some sort of stimulation, and his cock rubbed and rubbed the hot spot in her, finally shooting her into seeing stars as she came, and Abby hit the bed as she did, arching her body and crying, not caring about the hole she made it in.
And she kept cumming, moaning and crying as he fucked and fucked her, holding onto her for dear life, until the wood of the bed began to creak and snap, and he finally spilt into her, filling her cunt with warm cum.
She was still riding the pleasure when he pulled himself off of her, and Abby followed him with her eyes, trying to calm herself down, but there was still heat in her. She needed more.
“No,” she whined when she realised he was stepping away from her. “Ben, come back.”
Why did she even want to go home before?
This was good, this was so good.
“Gotta get us out of that broken bed,” he remarked simply.
Fuck the bed.
“Get back in here,” she sat up. “It’s already broken, we might as well finish it.”
He smirked, looking a little proud as he crawled back on top of her.
“Alright, but I’m not going to stop after this,” he wanted her. “Even if you beg me to.”
She shook her head, a little confused.
“And why would I ever?”
So they kept fucking. And fucking, and fucking, until she was too tired to keep her eyes moving even if her body wanted for more, and he was still fucking her when Abby fell asleep.
She woke up with a clever tongue between her legs and a mixture of pain and pleasure on her body.
They were lying on the floor - she vaguely remembered the bed being destroyed completely through the night - and Abby couldn’t even figure what time it was right now.
“Ben,” she whimpered.
Oh, she was sensitive. She was very sensitive.
“Oh, God,” she cried, feeling his tongue penetrating her sore cunt. “Ben, wait…”
She grabbed his head, and he pulled away, looking at her face.
“Just cleaning you up, baby doll,” he informed her, and then moved right back to her.
She whimpered as her head falls back, too dizzy to fight back and not just let him use her until he’s finally decided she’s clean.
“I gotta say, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he moved back on top of her. “You are one hell of a doll.”
She looked at his face, and he moved his hand to brush his messy hair back.
“Usually when I’m with Countess, I just manage to stay with her for a few hours before I get bored, but you kept surprising me!”
Abby blinked a little.
“I did?” she asked.
Yes, the previous night was… more than a night.
Lots to recall, okay.
She blinked a little, watching his face, and Ben chuckled.
“You barely remember anything, right?” he asked her.
Everything after her first orgasm was pushed together into a mushy mess.
“Maybe,” she pressed her lips together.
He chuckled again, shaking his head and kissing her again, which got her all flushed again, with butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Why would he stay and act like this if he didn't feel something?
"Don't worry, pretty girl," he looked at her face. "We'll have the opportunity to remind you if each bit of what you did and do it again."
She smiled a little and Ben caressed her face.
“Really?” she asked, a little surprised.
“Really,” he assured her. “You’re mine now, pretty girl.”
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Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader
Summary: You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.
AN: A more reformed Soldier Boy (AU post-season 3) has to come to terms with his strength.
Word Count: 1,000
Warnings: 18+ only for nudity. Also language and fluff.
“What the fuck is this?” he asks.
You’re still half-asleep, because Ben had been absently stroking a thumb across your back. He sits up against the headboard of the bed you so often share, already drinking a cup of coffee. He looks damn-near domestic…
Until he actually looked down at the bruises peeking out at him from beneath the sheets. He sets down his mug and pushes the sheets down.
He then stares at the marks that litter your back, waist, hips, and ass. You shoot him an annoyed look at being bared so early in the morning.
“What’re you doing?” you ask.
He manhandles you just firmly enough to turn you over so he can see your face—out from where it had been buried in your pillow. Despite yourself, you greet his annoyingly handsome face. It's covered with neatly trimmed stubble, and with the back of your hand you touch his cheek in affection. He pushes it away.
“You got something to tell me?” he says, more of a demand than a question. “Answer me. What the fuck happened here?”
He gestures at a prominent dark-bluish mark on the inside of your thigh. You sigh and give him a patient look (and that is an effort in itself).
“Nothing,” you reply. A cheeky smile starts to play at your lips, but Ben’s brows furrow in irritation. He knows you’re messing with him, and he doesn’t appreciate it.
“You work at a damn desk. Unless you’re getting nailed by the mail guy—”
“Get fucking serious, Ben.” You dismiss that with a roll of your eyes. He tilts his head at you. His mouth works, and his gaze becomes suspicious. But you notice an edge of worry behind his eyes.
Has someone hurt you? Threatened you?
It hasn’t been the first time the latter had happened. Even though Soldier Boy was officially pardoned and now works as a contracted ally with Supe Affairs, he still has plenty of hated enemies. It doesn’t help that you also work in the thick of it—running surveillance for the team.
So you decide to put him out of his misery.
“You really don’t remember?” you ask wryly.
At Ben’s raised brow, your lips quirk at the corner.
“You don’t remember two days ago? When you met me at my office for lunch, which consisted of you rudely sweeping all my hard work to the floor and ultimately breaking my new desk?”
Realization lights up Ben’s face, and his mouth edges into a smirk.
“We were breaking it in,” he corrects you.
Good times, he thinks, before another, less fun realization hits him: his hands are responsible for the patchwork quilt of bruises that litter your skin.
And he remembers, yet again, that he has the very real capacity to hurt you.
You notice how he takes pains to be gentle, slowly brushing the back of his hand across your thigh.
“It’s not the first time,” you remind him.
“It could be the last,” he reminds you. Your face doesn’t change.
You won’t take compound V. Not for him. Not for anyone.
But with shit like this, he wonders why you stay with him.
“It’s good for you to remember your own strength,” you say, only half-teasing. He turns away from you.
Ben grumbles, “You wanna gamble with your fucking life, that’s up to you.”
You shake your head.
“Don’t do that.” You lean on his shoulder from behind and caress his back—smooth of any scars. You can’t help but prod at him again. “Real men don’t sulk.”
He shoots you a look over his shoulder. You giggle at his green-eyed annoyance.
The truth is, you make it difficult for him not to care. Not to be a softer man.
He fucking hates soft.
But…just for you, he could do it. Just a little.
He closes his hand over yours, which rests on his chest.
“Sorry,” he says. His voice is deep and holds the weight of his sincerity. That one word also encompasses how much progress his relationship with you has made.
Instead of answering, you kiss his shoulder, the back of his neck. He turns around and strokes your cheek, knowing from your eyes that you don’t hold anything against him.
“You don’t have to treat me like a porcelain doll, but I don’t need to look like a checkerboard either,” you tease.
Ben rolls his eyes and slides his arms under you, pulling your naked body onto his bare chest and making you squeal. You meet his eyes as his hand soothes down your back.
“How about this,” he says. “Come up with a safe word.”
You laugh. “We already have one.”
“That’s for other shit,” Ben says, grinning. “Let’s have one just for this. Whenever you wanna remind me to tone it down.”
His hands are careful when they grasp a non-aching portion of your hips. You look down on him fondly, and you consider his suggestion.
“Hmm…pineapples,” you decide. It’s the first obnoxious thing that comes to mind.
“No,” he says. “Veto.”
“What? You can’t veto. It’s my safe word.”
“I’m not gonna be balls deep inside you hearing pineapples in my ear.”
You shake your head at your boyfriend and frame his face with your hands, squeezing his head in exasperation.
“Fine. How about…checkers,” you suggest. A teasing smile comes to your face, even if it pulls his lips into a frown. “So you remember we had this conversation.”
You can tell he doesn’t entirely like it, but he nods in agreement.
“Good. Now, care to join me for a bath?” you ask. Ben is reluctant; he knows you’re going to pour in a shit ton of frilly-smelling soap and bath salts that feel uncomfortable to sit on. But he’s open to the bath time shenanigans that usually ensue.
“I am still a bit sore,” you say, giving him an imploring look. He levels you with a knowing frown. Using his guilt against him is a dirty tactic, and you always employ it well to your advantage.
“Fine. But we’re using regular fucking soap,” he says. You smile and press a lingering kiss to his lips.
But you both know that the second his back is turned, you’re going to dump in your lavender-scented bath bubbles anyway.
AN: I found this basically sketched out in my files and decided to clean it up and put it out there! Let me know what you think. I know it's a much softer Soldier Boy than we're used to seeing. ;)
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Stay With Me
[Sam Riordan x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Sometimes all we need is a hug, or in Sam’s case, words of assurance. (GIF credits: @heronamedhawks || Thanks for letting me use your gifs 🫶)
WC: 635
Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
This is so short compared to my usuals, but I thought it was too cute to pass up. Plus, I’m a sucker for those first kiss moments 😌
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You didn’t know what to expect when you opened the door with Marie. Your first encounter with Sam was a difficult one. And although you’ve come to know him as the sweetest man on the planet, there is still that one incident that made you uncomfortable when you thought about it.
As you enter the room, you realized that it wasn’t one of those days. It was just Sam… being Sam. His body shot up alert with the sound of the heavy metal door closing, but it was instantly replaced with a look that was both apologetic and exhausted.
Sam was at your side in an incident, practically shoving Marie to the side as he embraced you.
"I was so worried about you." he murmurs in your ear as you hug back.
He smelled good. It was a little odd, considering he was always covered in blood whenever you saw him, but he had the distinct smell of some cologne mixed in. It was one you didn't recognize, but it suited him well.
"I'm alright," you say, pulling away from the hug. You look him over, noting the way his eyes look like they have dark circles underneath. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, and from how he looks at you, you can tell he hasn't.
“I was out of line. I know I was out of line." His words were slow and careful, but he spoke them with such clarity. You couldn't deny the sincerity behind his voice.
You smile softly. "It's okay, Sam. I understand—"
"No! It’s not okay! I... I lost my cool and I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have said those things to you and you don't deserve that. Not at all. And I... I don't want you to leave. I can't stand the thought of it."
You place your hand on his arm, hoping to soothe him. You didn't like the way this was going. You could see how he was suffering, but you didn't know how to make him stop. He looked like he wanted to do anything to keep you from leaving.
"Hey, I'm not leaving. Sam, it's alright, you can relax. I forgive you." You rub his arm with your hand, hoping he would relax. You didn't like the way this conversation was going either.
He takes a deep breath and releases it, allowing his body to loosen up. He was so much taller than you, and his eyes always had a look in them like he wanted to say something, but he never did. Now, it seemed like he had so much to say.
"Sam?”
He looked up at you.
“What’s on your mi—”
You were suddenly cut off by his lips meeting your own. They were warm, and they felt soft against yours, but they were also rough, as if they were cracked and dry. His hand immediately went to the nape of your neck, pulling your face closer to his as his other arm wrapped around you, holding you against him. It was a little startling, but it was a good thing the room was dark. The only light coming into the room was coming from the hallway, and that was just barely enough to illuminate the space between the two of you.
You didn't know what to do with your hands, and you couldn't help but kiss him back. You had never kissed anyone like this before, and the intimacy was new to you, but it wasn't unpleasant. The warmth radiating from Sam's body was enough to make you feel dizzy.
Sam slowly pulls away, but he rests his forehead against yours. His eyes are closed, but he's breathing hard. It's quiet in the room, and you're wondering if it's just you or if he was as winded as you.
"I'm sorry." he whispers after a moment of silence, his eyes opening slightly to look at you. He keeps his eyes closed for a moment before speaking again,
"I don’t… why did I do that?" he murmurs, opening his eyes finally. "I'm sorry, I just... I..."
You take a deep breath and smile at him. You gently place your hands on his cheeks, and he looks up at you in surprise.
"Don't be sorry." you say, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He instantly reacts, holding you by the small of your back as you press your body against him.
You pull away to look at him. You smile up at him, hoping that this is enough to ease his nerves. He's staring back at you with a look of confusion, and you can tell that he's overwhelmed by the way his cheeks begin to redden.
"Why are you... smiling?" he asks after a moment. He's obviously embarrassed.
You chuckle, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I just never thought you'd ever be this forward. I always thought you were more the sweet and quiet type."
Sam was quiet for a moment before chuckling. He placed a hand over his mouth as he laughed quietly. He shakes his head as he removes it. He then takes a deep breath and looks back at you.
"You think I'm a sweet and quiet person? I don’t think any of the guards would agree with that. Or the higher ups for that matter."
You laugh, resting your forehead against his. "Well, I've come to know you more than just the blood and death that surrounds you all the time."
He laughs again, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly.
"Thank you." he murmurs. "Thank you for... not leaving."
"I told you, Sam, I’m not going anywhere. I promise."
He doesn't reply to that, and you feel him relax against you. His breathing evens out, and you feel his body become lax in your arms. It seems as though he had finally calmed down.
For a moment, you had forgotten that Marie was there, but as you turn your head to look at her, she was smiling at you. She gave you a small thumbs up, and you felt a sudden blush form on your cheeks.
You decided not to say anything about it as you wrap your arms around Sam and close your eyes. You still didn't understand the situation you had gotten yourself into, but you felt at ease with Sam. You felt like you could relax around him, and that was all you needed right now. You would have to think about everything else later.
For now, you were content with just holding each other.
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✨ His only exception - Pt. 10/? ✨
Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Virgin Reader, Language
Word Count: 5443
A/N: This is part 10 of “His only exeption”.
English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨
As Ben closed the distance between you, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of shyness wash over you. His confident demeanor and assertive attitude only served to amplify your nerves, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in his presence. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, suddenly acutely aware of the intimate setting and the implications of what was about to happen. But despite your apprehension, a part of you couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that stirred within you.
Ben's smirk deepened as he observed your reaction, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?", he asked.
You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to respond to his question. "I…I'm just feeling a bit nervous", you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Ben's smirk softened slightly. "Don't worry, sweetheart", he reassured you, his tone surprisingly gentle. "I'll take good care of you".
Despite his attempt at reassurance, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at the edges of your mind. But as Ben reached out to take your hand in his, a surge of warmth washed over you, easing some of your apprehension.
With a shaky breath, you allowed yourself to be guided further into the room.
As Ben pulled you close, his touch a bit rougher than you expected, a shiver of anticipation coursed through you. His lips met yours in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within you that burned hot.
Before you could fully process the intensity of the moment, Ben effortlessly lifted you onto his hips, his strength both exhilarating and intimidating. With a soft thud, he lowered you onto the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he hovered above you, a hungry look in his eyes.
You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness as you found yourself pinned beneath him, your heart racing in your chest. But as Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of the moment.
When Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, you couldn't help but feel the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against your lower belly. His erection strained against the fabric of his pants.
A low moan escaped your lips as Ben's lips found their way to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as you arched your neck, offering yourself up to him completely.
As Ben's lips continued to work their magic on your neck, he seemed to find that sweet spot that made you squirm with pleasure. You couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, the sound music to his ears as he reveled in the sensation of your response.
"Such a sweet sound", he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could listen to you all night".
His words sent a shiver down your spine as he trailed kisses down your chest, leaving a trail of marks.
With a possessive glint in his eyes, Ben's hands moved with purpose as he reached for the hem of your dress. "You're mine tonight", he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace panties and bare skin beneath.
As the dress slipped away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him, a thrill of anticipation coursed through you. You couldn't deny the rush of excitement that surged within you at the thought of being completely at his mercy.
Ben's eyes drank in the sight of you, his gaze lingering hungrily on your exposed form. He licked his lips, a low sigh escaping him as he marveled at the sight before him. "Fucking finally", he murmured under his breath, his voice thick with desire.
His hands reached out, tracing the curve of your hips before trailing up to cup your breasts, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "God, I love these", he whispered, his voice husky with longing as he caressed your "perfect little tits".
Ben's lips descended upon your nipples, a surge of pleasure coursed through you, mingling with the slight sting of his bites. His touch was intense, almost bordering on rough, but the sensation sent waves of heat pooling in your core.
You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arched your back.
Ben's lips trailed a path of fire across your skin. "Ben… please". As you whispered your urgent plea for him to take you, a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending vibrations through your body. "Easy there, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I need to get you ready for me first. Wouldn't want to rip you apart now, would we?".
"I know what I'm doing", Ben reassured you, his tone dripping with confidence as he continued to explore your body with his hands and lips. "Trust me, princess, I'll make it good for you".
With that, Ben stood up, he wasted no time in shedding his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hardened length that left you breathless. Your eyes widened at the sight, your breath hitching in your throat as you took in his impressive size.
"Ready for the real fun, princess?", he smirked.
You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him as a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. "Yes", you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.
As Ben approached the bed, a surge of satisfaction washed over him, his smirk widening into a grin of pure anticipation.
Finally, after all the teasing and banter, he was going to have you.
And what made it even more satisfying was the knowledge that he would be the first to ever be inside you.
His eyes gleamed with excitement as he hovered over you, his hands trembling with anticipation as they wandered to your panties. The thought of being the first to claim you, to feel your tightness enveloping him, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him. It was a feeling of conquest, of dominance, that ignited a primal desire deep within him.
When Ben tried to pull down your panties, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, blocking his access.
A smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at you.
"What's the matter, princess?", he taunted. "Nervous?".
You bristled at his condescending tone, but the underlying thrill of anticipation still pulsed through you. "I just want to make sure you know what you're doing", you shot back, your voice laced with defiance.
Ben chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Trust me, sweetheart", he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I know exactly what I'm doing".
As Ben persisted despite your initial protest, his determination to persuade you evident in the way he pushed your legs apart with a bit of force. But as his lips trailed kisses along your thighs, you were surprised to find that he was actually quite gentle.
The sensation of someone kissing you there was overwhelming, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but surrender to the intoxicating sensation, your protests fading into soft moans of pleasure.
Ben's lips moved with skill and expertise. With each kiss, each caress, he seemed to coax you further and further out of your shell, until you were putty in his hands.
As Ben's tongue skillfully explored your most intimate areas, eliciting moans of pleasure from you, you found yourself overwhelmed by the sensation.
With each flick of his tongue, each gentle caress, he seemed to stoke the fire of desire within you. And though you tried to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, you couldn't help but succumb to the overwhelming pleasure he was offering.
"See?", Ben remarked, his voice laced with arrogance as he glanced up at you. "I told you I knew what I´m doing".
You found yourself moaning in response, unable to articulate anything coherent in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
Despite your burning desire, you found yourself unable to contain your impatience, urging Ben to continue his ministrations with desperate pleas.
"Please, Ben", you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Don't stop".
His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, his amusement only adding to the intensity of the moment. "Impatient, aren't we?", he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just getting started".
And with that, he returned his attention to your throbbing heat, his skilled tongue working its magic as you surrendered to the pleasure, lost in the blissful haze of ecstasy.
While waves of pleasure coursed through you, your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, threatening to betray your resolve. But Ben's firm grip held you in place with unyielding force, his voice commanding you to stay still amidst your quivering.
"Fuck", you cursed under your breath, your words punctuated by gasps of ecstasy. "I can't…I can't".
But Ben's voice cut through your haze of sensation, his tone firm and commanding. "Stay fucking still", he ordered, his words leaving no room for argument.
Your breath hitched as his voice rumbled against your wet pussy, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. With a determined effort, you fought to obey his command, willing yourself to remain still despite the overwhelming urge to buck against him.
And as Ben's lips closed around your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you, you couldn't help but marvel at the intoxicating power he held over you.
As the intensity of the pleasure reached its peak, you couldn't hold back any longer.
Gripping Ben's hair tightly, you tugged hard as the waves of ecstasy washed over you, sending you spiraling into a blissful climax.
Ben groaned against you, his own arousal evident as he eagerly lapped at your throbbing core, his tongue tracing circles around your sensitive flesh. The sensation of his warm mouth against your wetness only served to heighten your pleasure, sending sparks through your veins.
Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your cries of ecstasy filling the air as Ben continued to worship you with his mouth. And as you rode out the waves of pleasure, you couldn't help but marvel at the raw intensity of the experience, fueled by the undeniable chemistry between you and Ben.
With a satisfied smirk against your wetness, Ben slowly moved up to your face, his lips glistening with your essence as he pressed them against yours.
"You taste so fucking sweet, princess", he murmured huskily.
As his words washed over you, a sense of pride swelled within you, mixed with the heady rush of arousal that still pulsed through your veins.
The kiss deepened and the intimacy between you and Ben intensified. His lips moved against yours with a fervent hunger, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. The taste of your own arousal on his lips, adding to the heady sensation of desire that enveloped you both.
With each passing moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle yet possessive touch.
The kiss was a symphony of desire, a silent declaration of the unspoken bond that had formed between you and Ben.
Ben's hand reached between you, his touch took you by surprise, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. Despite your initial shock, you couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that raced through you as he carefully pushed a finger inside you.
His touch was confident yet gentle, his movements deliberate as he explored your depths. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt your tightness enveloping him, a sensation that only fueled his desire further.
"Fuck", he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with arousal. "You're even tighter than I thought, princess".
You surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch, you knew that there was no turning back now.
As Ben carefully pushed a second finger inside you, a whimper of pain escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
A smirk playing on Ben´s lips as he watched your reaction. “Can’t handle a little bit of pleasure?”.
You bit your lip, a surge of defiance rising within you despite the ache between your legs. "I can handle more than you think", you shot back, your voice laced with determination.
His smirk widened at your response, a flicker of admiration crossing his features. "We'll see about that", he murmured, his tone tinged with anticipation.
Ben continued to push his fingers inside you in a slow, deliberate manner, you couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through you.
"You're so fucking tight", he murmured against your jawline, his breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses along your jaw. "Feels fucking incredible".
His words sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in its intimacy. Despite the ache and the unfamiliar sensation, you found yourself surrendering to the pleasure, allowing yourself to be swept away by the raw desire that pulsed between you and Ben.
As Ben pressed one more lingering kiss to your lips, a surge of anticipation washed over you, your heart racing in your chest as you felt his warmth against your skin. Your hands trembled slightly as you watched him position himself between your thighs, your gaze locked with his as he reached down to grasp his long, thick erection.
With a few firm pumps, he prepared himself, his gaze never leaving yours as he silently communicated his desire. The intensity of his stare sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core as you braced yourself for what was to come.
With his gaze still fixed on yours, Ben's voice broke through the charged silence, his tone low. "You ready for this, sweetheart?", he asked, his words tinged with a hint of caution. "Because I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna fucking hurt".
His admission hung heavy in the air.
"I'm ready", you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "I want this, Ben".
With a nod of acknowledgment, Ben positioned himself at your entrance, his muscles tense with restraint, he mumbled a gruff "Alright" in response to your affirmation. With one hand braced beside your head, he guided his throbbing member to your entrance.
You gasped as he began to push inside you, his length stretching you in ways you had never imagined. His veins stood out starkly against his skin, a testament to the effort he was exerting to be gentle despite his overwhelming desire.
Beneath him, you clenched your jaw against the discomfort, willing yourself to relax as he slowly pushed deeper. The sensation was intense, bordering on painful, but you gritted your teeth and bore it, determined to see this through to the end.
"Relax", Ben urged, his voice tense with restraint. "I can't push further without causing you fucking pain".
Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled to comply with his command, the fear of the impending pain weighing heavily on your mind. Despite your best efforts, your body tensed instinctively, resisting his entry.
Frustration crept into Ben's voice as he pulled back, attempting once more to ease himself inside you.
However, he encountered such resistance that he couldn't proceed without using force. His short temper flared, evident in the strain on his face as he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Fuck", he muttered through clenched teeth, his frustration palpable. "Why the fuck are you so fucking tight?".
You winced at his harsh tone, feeling a pang of guilt for causing him distress. But the pain and discomfort were too overwhelming for you to respond.
“I need you to fucking relax”, he groaned.
You met Ben's gaze with desperation written all over your face, your body tensing with the effort to relax. His eyes shifted from where his dick struggled to slip inside you to your face, his frustration evident in the crease of his brow.
With a heavy sigh, he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. He hoped that the intimacy of the kiss would help to relax you, to ease the tension that gripped your body.
As his lips met yours, a sense of warmth flooded through you, momentarily distracting you from the discomfort between your legs. You melted into the kiss, allowing yourself to be consumed by the sensation of his lips moving against yours.
For a fleeting moment, the pain and frustration melted away, replaced by a sense of connection and intimacy that bound you to Ben in that moment.
As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of determination welling up within you. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked into Ben's eyes and uttered three simple words: "Just push inside".
Ben's gaze burned with intensity as he whispered against your lips, his voice low and husky with desire. "Gonna make you mine", he promised.
With that, he pushed inside you with one slow but forceful thrust, the sensation of him stretching you sending a shockwave of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. With a sharp intake of breath, you felt him break through your hymen, marking the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship.
As you screamed out quietly, Ben quickly silenced your cries with a tender kiss, his lips soothing against yours. He remained still, not moving an inch, as he gave you time to adjust to his size and the new sensation.
Feeling overwhelmed, you cursed under your breath, gasping for air as you struggled to accommodate him. "That's too much", you whimpered, your voice trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
But Ben only groaned in response, his grip tightening on your hips as he resisted the urge to thrust deeper. "I'm not even fucking halfway in", he muttered, his voice strained with effort.
As Ben slowly pushed a bit forward, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, the sensation bordering on unbearable. You whimpered in pain once again, your breath ragged as you struggled to adjust to his relentless size.
Ben groaned in frustration, his self-control teetering on the edge as he fought the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment. With each agonizing inch, he could feel the tightness of your walls gripping him, driving him to the brink of madness.
But despite the searing intensity of the sensation, he knew he had to proceed with caution, to ensure that he didn't cause you any more pain than necessary.
Ben's grip on your hip tightened, the pressure almost bruising as he struggled to maintain control. His frustration bubbled to the surface, mingling with the raw desire that pulsed through him.
"Fuck, why are you making this so difficult?", he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of irritation. "You need to relax, sweetheart, or this is going to be a lot worse for you".
Despite his harsh words, there was a note of concern in his voice, a flicker of genuine worry beneath the rough exterior.
As you mumbled some apologies, your face contorted in pain, you urged him to push through, desperation evident in your voice. Ben's gaze softened slightly at the sight of your distress, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience.
"Alright", he relented, his voice gentler now as he tried to soothe your discomfort. "I'll try to make this as quick as possible".
With a deep breath, he steadied himself, his resolve hardening as he prepared to push forward. Gripping your hip firmly, he braced himself for the final push, determined to make this as painless as possible for you.
As Ben pushed forward, his jaw clenched in concentration, you felt the last of your resistance give way.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him finally slip the last inches inside you, the sensation both overwhelming and painful.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to endure the discomfort, clinging to Ben for support.
His own breath hitched as he felt you yield to him, his gaze softening with a mixture of relief and concern.
"I've got you", he murmured. You nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words as you grappled with the intensity of the moment. But even as the pain threatened to consume you, a sense of triumph washed over you, knowing that you had finally crossed this threshold .
Ben stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. You felt a sense of relief wash over you. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull ache that gradually subsided as your body accommodated him. Leaning down, Ben captured your lips in a tender kiss, his touch gentle and reassuring.
As you clenched around him, you felt the heat radiating from his chest above you. You couldn't help but notice a change in his demeanor. His gaze now seemed distant and empty, sending a shiver of unease down your spine.
"Ben?", you asked cautiously, a note of concern creeping into your voice.
But there was no response, only a blankness that seemed to envelop him.
As you whispered his name again, fear gnawing at the edges of your consciousness, Ben took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort to regain control. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the mask of intensity.
"I've got it", he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I just needed a moment".
You nodded, relief flooding through you as you watched him gather himself. The intensity of the moment had been overwhelming for both of you.
As Ben leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, you felt a sense of reassurance wash over you.
With another deep breath, Ben slowly began to move, his movements careful and deliberate. Despite his efforts to be gentle, a wave of pain washed over you as he stirred inside you.
You winced, your face contorting with discomfort, as you struggled to endure the sensation. Ben's brows furrowed with concern as he felt your reaction, his movements faltering for a moment. "Can handle the pain?”, he mumbled, trying to hold his promise of trying to be gentle
You nodded weakly, mustering a small smile to reassure him. "I'm okay", you whispered, though the strain in your voice betrayed your discomfort.
With a deep breath, Ben adjusted his movements, seeking to find a rhythm that minimized your discomfort. As he continued to move, his movements gradually became smoother and more fluid, each thrust guided by a desire to bring you pleasure rather than pain.
"Taking me better than I thought you would", Ben murmured, his voice tinged with surprise and admiration
His words were a mixture of awe and satisfaction as he marveled at your resilience and ability to endure.
Slowly, the initial discomfort began to fade, you found yourself slowly starting to enjoy the rhythm of Ben's movements. Despite his usual rough demeanor with women, he seemed to be making a conscious effort to be more gentle with you.
With each thrust, the pleasure grew, building in intensity until it threatened to overwhelm you.
As the intensity of your connection deepened, Ben's control began to slip, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He groaned with each thrust, his breath growing ragged as he felt you clenching around him.
With each passing moment, the pleasure built to a crescendo, the tension between you reaching its breaking point.
You reached the peak of your pleasure, your body convulsed around him, squeezing him with an intensity that took Ben by surprise. His hand nearly crushed your hip as he continued to thrust into you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
"Look at me", Ben commanded, his voice deep and dry, his gaze locking onto yours with an almost possessive intensity. He wanted to see the raw desire reflected in your eyes.
And as you met his gaze, the connection between you intensified.
As you reached the pinnacle of your pleasure, your body convulsed around Ben, squeezing him with a fervor that left him breathless. The intensity of your orgasm was mirrored in his own as he felt himself losing control, unable to hold back any longer.
With one final, deep thrust, Ben spilled inside you, his release mingling with yours. The sensation of him pulsing within you only served to heighten your pleasure.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of passion. And as the waves of pleasure began to ebb, you found yourselves breathless and spent, the echoes of your shared climax still lingering in the air.
As the aftershocks of your climax slowly faded, Ben remained still, his body pressed against yours, both of you breathing heavily. You felt completely spent beneath him, your limbs heavy.
After a moment of silence, Ben's voice broke through the heavy air, his words a whispered reassurance in the stillness of the room.
"You okay?", he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as he waited for your response.
You nodded weakly, unable to form words as you struggled to catch your breath.
Ben chuckled deeply as he shifted slightly, his movements careful as he pulled his softening member slowly out of you. A whimper escaped your lips at the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and lingering pleasure washing over you. His cum mixed with your blood, creating a sticky mess that dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.
As Ben withdrew, he glanced down at you with a smirk.
"Well, princess, how was it for you?", he asked, his tone laced with a touch of sarcasm. You struggled to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.
"It was… intense", you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Ben chuckled softly, a sense of satisfaction evident in his features. "That's one way to put it", he remarked, his gaze lingering on your flushed face. "But don't worry, sweetheart, you'll get used to it".
You gazed at him weakly, still feeling the aftermath of your intense encounter, as Ben got up suddenly, lifting you in his arms and carrying you towards the bathroom.
"Thank you", you murmured softly, grateful for his care despite his rough demeanor.
Ben gave you a small nod in response, his expression softening momentarily before returning to its usual cocky smirk. "Don't mention it, princess", he replied gruffly, his tone belying a hint of tenderness beneath the bravado.
As Ben placed you in the shower with him, your legs nearly gave out, but he held you steady, his strong arms supporting you. You leaned against him, grateful for his stability as you struggled to keep your balance.
"Easy there", he murmured while he adjusted the temperature of the water, ensuring it was just right. "I've got you".
You nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as the warm water cascaded over your skin, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the remnants.
As Ben held you close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around you, his hands gently moving over your body as he helped clean you up. With your back pressed against his chest, you could feel the warmth of his body radiating against you.
His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he washed away the remnants of your intimacy. But as his hands brushed through your folds, a shiver of desire coursed through you, your breath catching in your throat.
You could feel his growing arousal pressing against you, another massive erection forming against your lower back. You weakly whimpered, expressing your inability to handle another round, Ben chuckled deeply in your ear, the sound carrying a hint of arrogance. His lips brushed against your neck in a tender kiss, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered softly, "I know, sweetheart".
With a sigh of contentment, you leaned into his embrace, allowing yourself to be swept away by his strength and presence. In that moment, as you stood together beneath the soothing spray of the shower, you couldn't help but acknowledge the allure of his confidence and charisma, even amidst the exhaustion of your shared experience.
As you whispered weakly about your need for sleep, you leaned heavily against Ben, your body feeling like it might give way at any moment. You expressed the urgency of his embrace, acknowledging that without his support, you might simply sink down to the tiled floor of the shower.
Ben tightened his hold around you, his arms strong and reassuring as he held you close. "I've got you, princess", he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against your weariness. "Let's get you to bed".
With gentle guidance, he led you out of the shower, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of your fatigue. As you stumbled slightly, he caught you effortlessly, his strength unwavering as he guided you towards the bedroom, where the promise of rest awaited.
Ben guided you to the bedroom, you leaned on him for support, grateful for his steadying presence. With each step, the exhaustion weighed heavier on your limbs, but his firm grip kept you upright.
As you reached the bed, Ben gently eased you down onto the soft mattress, his touch tender despite the lingering desire that simmered between you.
As Ben laid down beside you, you mustered the strength to speak, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I know you’re not one for cuddling”, you began, your words hesitant. “But could you make an exception… just for tonight?”.
Ben’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re awfully needy, aren’t you?”, he teased, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.
"Yes, I am", you admitted with a weak chuckle, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as Ben's arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. "But I promise I won't make a habit of it".
Ben chuckled softly, his touch surprisingly gentle as he held you close. "We'll see about that", he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth. "Just for tonight, though".
With a contented sigh, you nestled against his chest, feeling a sense of comfort settle over you as you drifted off to sleep in his embrace.
Ben pulled you closer while you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His warmth enveloped you, casting a sense of security and tranquility over you as you snuggled closer to him.
For a moment, all the worries and uncertainties faded away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment in the warmth of Ben's embrace. In that moment, you felt safe, cherished, and utterly at peace.
With a soft sigh of contentment, you closed your eyes, allowing the gentle rise and fall of Ben's chest to lull you into a peaceful slumber.
As Ben watched you drift off to sleep, a tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering as he traced the contours of your features. With a soft sigh, Ben pressed a light kiss to your forehead.
But as he gazed upon you, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. His heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with the overwhelming surge of emotions that flooded through him.
"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, the weight of the revelation settling heavily upon him.
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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I think Ben did actually pretty good ._.
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hi!! do you think you could write some fluff with soldier boy where he confesses to the reader that he’s in love with her ??
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pairing: soldier boy x female reader
rating: PG-13
word count: 0.5k
warnings: language, major fluff, none
author’s note: fluffy soldier boy/ben is my favorite! thank you for the request anon! 🫶
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Love.
That’s what he realized this was. The feeling he felt in his chest every time he saw you, every time he heard your voice, every time he thought of you.
Love!
Could it really be? Was he really capable of real, true, authentic love? He hadn’t felt like this before. He thought he’d felt it with Countess, but that was nowhere close to what he was feeling now. With Countess there was always a bit of a hesitation behind the feeling, an uneasy sense he couldn’t quite place.
But you? He wasn’t about to hesitate. He wanted to tell you, tell the world, shout it out the fucking windows as cheesy as that sounds.
He was in love!
Suddenly so much made sense to him; why he’d moved in with you when you asked, why he didn’t mind running errands with you, why he adored the sound of your laugh. He learned lyrics to songs he never imagined liking before because of you! He danced with you, he let himself cry near you, he was so happy with you! He couldn’t understand why it took him so damn long to figure it out, but he suddenly realized he was completely, utterly in love with you.
He watched as you typed away on your computer, taking a moment every so often to take a sip of coffee. He’d asked you what you were doing before and how you could possibly be at work when you were still at home. ‘The fuck is computer science?’ he had all but laughed, assuming it was a trademark sarcastic reply of yours. You did your best to explain it to him but he still didn’t really understand it.
He sure liked watching you work through. So focused; eyes glued to the screen, your nose scrunching adorably, your fingers typing away.
“I love you,” he stated, his gaze not wavering.
You stopped typing and looked over at him. You didn’t turn your head, just moved your eyes. You half expected to look up and see him eyeing your breasts but he was looking straight at you.
“What?” you asked.
“I love you,” he repeated. You turned in your swivel chair and hurried to where he was sitting on the couch at the other side of the room.
“What?” you asked again, standing in front of him.
“I love you, Y/n!”
“Really? You- What?”
“I am completely, hopelessly in love with you!” He laughed a little. “Oh my god, I fucking love you!”
You stared into his green eyes, searching for any hint he was messing with you, but you were met with nothing but honesty.
“Oh god,” you whispered. You jumped onto his lap, straddling his hips, and sloppily kissed him with everything in you.
He kissed you right back and for a few moments there were no words exchanged, just lips moving in sync with such love between them. Such deep affection.
You suddenly pulled away when you realized you hadn’t said it back. You put your hands on his cheeks and smiled.
“I love you, Ben,” you told him, looking into his eyes.
His smile only grew as he pulled you back into another kiss.
#the boys#soldier boy#soldier boy fluff#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy fanfiction#the boys fanfic#the boys tv#the boys fluff#the boys x reader#request#requested#by jean#by mind empty just fictional people
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Grumpy Boy 💕💞
#grumpy#grumpy boy#sebastain stan#sebastian stan#sebby stan#sebby baby#sebastian stan fluff#sebastian stan smut#james buchanan bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut#bucky fluff#bucky smut#marvel#marvel men#the falcon and the winter soldier#tfatws#disney plus#he's so fine#he's so gorgeous#he's perfect#he's so cute#he's so adorable#he's so handsome#he looks so handsome#he looks so good
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