#solider boy smut

[z3nitsusgf]

positions

cw: nsfw, gn.reader, some size kink

includes: homelander, butcher, frenchie, black noir, hughie, solider boy, MM

Homelander - likes when you’re on top. Don’t get it wrong he still has control but, he likes watching how you pant and struggle to take him all. Besides he gets a nice view of your chest while he bounces you on his cock. Absolutely bucks up into you to see how you squeal and grip his shoulders. He also likes it because he doesn’t have to do much work, he’s a supe and works hard ya know?

Black Noir - ass man. Loves doggy style the most. Grips the fat of your ass while he just plows into you. Smoothes his hand on your hips to bring you down on him over and over. Lives to see how you flutter and clench around him. Will push your face into the sheets and leave bruises on your ass.

Butcher - reverse cowgirl all the way. Another ass man who likes to watch you take his cock. You just look so good this way, and he likes how you lean forward to grab at his thighs. Smokes while he fucks you, puffing out while he spreads you open so he can watch how you take him. Makes comments on how slutty you are.

MM - missionary. The classic choice but he loves it. Props himself on his elbows so he can watch your face while he pounds into you. He likes to tuck his face into your neck, nipping it and making you squirm from his beard on your skin. Sometimes gets so into it he’ll lift up your legs onto his shoulders to reach deeper.

Soldier boy - mating press?!? Mating press all the way. Folds you up and stuffs you full, can go for hours. Ben just pushes your legs up and gives you deep strokes that make you starry-eyed and and breathless. He gets so deep you push his chest and he just mocks you from above. Thanks to the V he’s got endless stamina and besides, he hasn’t been able to pump someone full in decades so good luck.

Frenchie - y’all already know this man likes to be dommed. He’s down for absolutely anything and everything. Doesn’t matter if you’re holding his wrists while you fuck yourself with his cock or if you’re fucking him. He practically loves every positions, but he does enjoy 69 a lot.

Hughie - sweet sweet boy likes when he’s tucked behind you. Its so nice because your thighs are clenched together and it’s makes you tighter. The fucks lazy and soft and he just tucks your underwear to the side so he can slip in. You’re clawing at the mattress while he just does slow thrusts. He’ll kiss the back of your neck while he holds you.

[voxmortuus]

Don't mind me. I'm back. 173. for Soldier Boy please? 🙏🏻😁

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Roommates? They were gone. There was no one home, and here you were laying in your bed keeping your moans down as Solider Boy had his hands wrapped around your waist thrusting hard into you, the sound of flesh on flesh bounced around the room.

You could tell he was getting frustrated with your lack of verbal enthusiasm about his excellent pelvic thrusts. You were so used to having to keep your moans down due to your roommates. Common respect you know?

Licking your lips he snarled and gripped your hair and jerked your head back and snarled. “There’s no one else here, be louder.”

You blink a few times and with that jerk of your head and the tightness of his grip on your hair, you let out a soft moan.

"Louder." He demands.

Closing your eyes a moment you bite your lip and you close your eyes a little tighter and let out a heavy moan.

"And there it is. Good girl. Keep going." He praises.

Hearing that praise you whimper softly. Doing just as he praised. "Fuck." You moan.

"Fuckin hell… such a tight cunt you've got there Stupid girl. So fuckin wet." he snarls..

"Fuck me harder." You coax.

"Gonna ask nicely stupid girl?"

"Please fuck me… harder." You whimper.

"You want me to fuck that cunt harder?" He asked you softly.

"Yes! Fuck me harder!" You scream.

"You want me to fuck you harder… you better be loud about it." He states.

You begin to moan louder, your moans and screams bouncing off the walls escaping through the cracks from under your door and out the cracked window.

"Such a good fuck doll…" He mused.

Growling your jaw clenched as you gripped into the pillow ahead of you. Your breathing quickens, feeling him use you like the little fuck doll you are.

"Are you gonna fill me up?" You ask through moans.

"I'm going to fill you to the fuckin brim Buttercup… You're gonna fuckin ooze." He chuckled gripping you tightly.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Four: Soldier Boy + Prostitution

Your thighs slide down the pole in the center of the stage. Your heart beats as you look out into the crowd. Men young and old are all staring at you. You're only covered by frilly little green lace number, and high heels that make your ankles burn.

The music is never ending. Sounds that play on repeat almost everynight your on the stage. Nothing is better then the feeling of a man slipping a twenty into the band of thin little panties. Song play after song, and then you see him. You've already caught his eye long before you saw him. You know this face but from where you aren't sure yet. You can't see great on the stage from the bright lights, but you see him wave something in his hands.

The songs ends and you take a graceful exist off the stage. A friend of yours comes out of stage and the crowd goes wild just they did for you. " 'Jade' look here." Your manager catches your attention. Leading you towards the man that had caught your attention. " 'Jade' this is Soldier Boy, you know who he's with right?" Your manaer asks, you nod slightly.

"It's alright if she doesn't, is she open for a lap dance?" Your manager smiles slighty, "Of course anything for you Solide Boy." You walk in front of him, and into a private room. "Soldier Boy?" You ask, "The names Ben, and the rules they don't apply to me." He smirks touching my arms as soon as I shut the curtain. I swallow hard, normally I would be agasint touhching me becuase it's the rule, but something about him is drawing me in closer.

He sets the wad of cash on the drink table. My eyes follow he shuckles, "It's about eight fifity there, so I assume that it will be enough." Ben mutters his grip still strong on my wrist. I only nod.

He drags me into his lap, my pussy laying right ontop of his buldging jeans. Rough fabric against my soft skin. "Your so beauitful you know that." He mutters as his hands squeeze my ass and grind me up his bludge. "Tell me 'Jade', is that what you want me to call you while I'm fucking you?" His words make you melt into him. You shake your head, "My name… my name is uh Y/n. Call me Y/n please." You beg him, he nods a satisifed look on his face.

"Alright Y/n." He likes how your name taste on his lips, and tongue. He leans in and kisses your softly which you aren't excepting. His hands squeeze your ass and grind you harder agasint his cock. Eveything is like a fever dream, the way his lips feel and how he moans into your kisses.

You try to keep your moans quiet and low, but it's harder then you think espically when one hand is playing with your covered clit. Soaking your through your thin panites and making a mess of his jeans. "So wet!" "Are you always this wet for all the other guys?" He asks you nose to nose as he contiues to play with your clit. You manage to shake your head, "Words sweetheart." "No Ben, nobody makes me this wet." You mutter out between breathy moans. "Good" He stops his moments and then suddenlt pushes your futher on his legs keeping your balnaced while he unzips of jeans and barely pulls his cock out.

He's huge, much bigger then any guy you've dated. Or any guy here who's tried to touch you here. You can't help but stare, "It'll fit babygirl don't you worry." Ben assure you, slipping you back over his cock. Sheer, wet panties running agasint his sesnitive cock, he moans and throws his head back. You love the feeling of his cock as it nudges ever so slightly agasint your clit. Biting hard down on your lip. He's so gentle it almost hurts, it burns when he finally nudges the tip of his cock into your cunt.

You moan together. Ben at how tight you feel around his cock, and you at how full you somehow feel. "So tight and warm babygirl." He murmurs into your ear. It's aboslute heaven when he bottoms out, tip of his cock hitting your cervix perfectly.

From that point on you saw nobody but Ben, and Ben saw nobody but you.

Completed on: 06/06/23

Posted on: 10/04/23

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[welldonebeca]

Never Meet Your Hero

Summary: Soldier Boy meets a young fan and decides he wants to keep her. Pairing: Soldier Boy "Ben" x Taylor (OC)

“It’s fine,” he grunted at the makeup girl when she tried to fix his hair.

Makeup department.

The lesser of all evils.

He was there to meet some high school student who’d won a contest or something.

It was good that Vought was paying well for this whole thing, because the last thing he wanted to do with his weekend was to spend it with some bony boy asking him stupid questions. The least they could do for him was to pay him enough that he wouldn’t want to complain too much.

But before this lovely weekend could commence, of course, he had to do a segment on the news with the damn brat and listen about how much he was the best thing since fucking sliced bread.

Usually, his ego would’ve been flattered by it, but he never liked teens. They were both too dumb and too smart at the same time, somehow.

"You're on five," the PA announced, and Ben groaned.

He downed a shot of whiskey and grabbed his shield, walking into the set.

Ben flashed a big white smile to the live audience as they screamed and cheered his name.

At least there were some cute girls out there. Nice eyecandy.

The host introduced him, but he wasn’t even paying attention to his words.

No.

His eyes were right on the round table where a beautiful young girl was seated.

Wait… was that the contest winner?

She was all adorable in her dress - probably new - and he had to hold back from licking his lips seeing her shoulders all exposed and her near lack of cleavage. Oh, her tits were so small he knew she had to be wearing no bra underneath… he could suck her pretty tits and fit a whole breast of hers into his mouth.

Her dress was so round, he knew he could hide his hand under that.

She looked all innocent there… probably a little virgin.

“Taylor, you are just 17 and so mature,” the presenter exclaimed. “Your essay on Soldier Boy’s greatest achievement was written with the quality I would expect from someone who had been in the writing industry for years, and you just graduated high school!”

She flashed a bright smile.

Taylor. So that was why he thought she was a boy.

“Thank you,” she looked at the presenter, and then at Soldier Boy before looking at the audience. “Actually, I just turned 18. It’s my birthday today.”

The man clapped.

“Oh, that is wonderful!” he exclaimed. “And here we got your perfect gift, meeting your favourite hero.”

Her smile shone brightly when she turned to Soldier Boy, looking so excited, it was adorable.

He strode to her with a bright grin with a hand for her to shake, and gave her a big smooch on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, pretty thing,” he hummed into her ear.

He took a seat and let the host keep talking, keeping his eyes right on the sweet girl.

How many layers was she wearing underneath to make that dress all round?

Maybe it wouldn’t be so quick to undress her.

He raised his eyes to her when the commercial break started, and just crossed the table without minding the host.

“Hey,” Ben smiled openly. “It’s not every day I meet a fan on her birthday.”

“Thank you, sir,” she praised, pretty cheeks pink. “It’s such a big moment!”

“Well, how about we make it even bigger,” he suggested. “Let’s have some one-on-one.”

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[deanoheartspie]

No, No don't look at me with those eyes

Pairing: Butchers sister reader x Soldier boy

Warnings: Slight Smut, arguing, Dry humping, nicknames

A/n: This was Requested! I ain't the best at smut but I try lol, so I hope this is alright.

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“What the hell was that? You were supposed to help me not injure me” You shout as you cross your arms, laying back on the dusty couch in the motel room. Butcher didn't know that the green-eyed supe had injured you, you simply lied when you got asked.

'Soldier boy' or Ben, but the two of you haven't gotten on a first-name basis not quite yet was pacing around the room running his finger through his hair. “I didn't mean to. The kid who's always sucking your brother's dick distracted me”

You raise a brow, “Hughie?”

“I don't fucking know, I think so? Anyways I think I know how to help you feel better princess” The sudden nickname, caused you to look at him confused with a faint blush displayed right on your cheeks.

That little action, only caused Soldier boys ego to grow and get more confident as he picked you up sitting you down on his lap, while he was careful with your Injured wrist. He lifts your long t-shirt pulling it off, revealing your lace Bra and pantie set. “Well damn Princess” Licking his lips, he pulls you into a long deep kiss as his hands travel down.

You grind against his leg, trying to gain some friction. Letting little moans slip out, as the older man grabbed at your hips, moving you quicker against his thigh. “Never thought you'd be such a dirty girl” He smirks as he leaves love bites on your neck.

Right, when things were getting good, the motel door creaks open and he immediately stands you up ushering you into the bathroom. “Where Y/n? How's she feeling?” Hughie asks as Butcher follows behind tossing a burger at the supe.

“I'm right here, im fine” you reply with a short smile, as he glances at Soldier Boy and he shakes his head and whispers. “No, no don't look at me with those eyes”

[sp-aarks]

What if we were two guys who started our own secret club, with its sole purpose being to track down and destroy silly bipedal tanks capable of launching nuclear weapons of mass destruction, but we couldn’t fight our insatiable passion and lust for one another and had to stop and quickly you know mid-mission? 🤭

[meowpupp]

do you make poe bots? if so what’s your account because if you make poe bots as delicious as ur writing i’ll kiss you 😞

i do!! i gotta admit, they might not be as put together as the fics here, but the prompts are all the same type of filthy.

here are a couple links!! be warned, my prompts change ALL THE TIME because i get bored.

price x puppygirl -> https://poe.com/pricespuppyREA

owner!ghost x pup!soap x pup!reader (ik it’s diff to my blog 😭) -> https://poe.com/ownerghostpupsoapREA

[rambler73x]

Part 3 of the Jensen Ackles one shot

Previous - 'You needy, baby? You want me? You want to cum baby?' He said, his voice mocking.

Present -

“So needy. I want you Jensen. Please. Please give it to me” I practically begged lifting my hips slightly, unashamed that I’m acting like a desperate whore.

“Mhm.” Jensen groaned out as he leaned forward and kicked a bold stripe up my wet hot core. My head instantly show back, eyes rolling, a deep moan leaving my lips as my hips lifted more. Jensen pressed down on my hips, pushing me down and swirling his tongue on my clit.

“Jesus” I gasped out pleasure hitting every nerve in my being. I could feel his tongue working wonders all over me.

He moved one of his hands from my hips and under my thigh, reaching down and slowly entering one slender finger into me. I gasped out, head shooting yo and eyes landing on his candy apple eyes staring at me from between my legs. His eyelids hooded staring up at me, lust and pure delight shown in his eyes as he brings me to the brink of climax. I could see stars swirling round me head as he delved deeper, adding a second finger and hitting that spot, lips sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth slightly nibbling, shooting both pleasure and pain throughout my hot body.

“God, yes. Right there Jen” my voice didn’t sound like my voice, it was cracked and sultry. I sounded so different. My hands reached out, one grabbing the edge of the sofa and one delving into his hair.

“Come on baby, let go. I can feel you pulsing, so close. Let go for me baby, let me taste you all” Jensen groaned out against me, the vibrations shooting up my spine making my eyes roll. “Look at me.” He demanded. I shot my eyes to him, mouth hanging open, heavy laboured pants leaving me, moans and whimpers escaping.

He moved his head to the side and nipped at my thigh. “I want you all over me Y/N. Come on, give it to me darling” he moaned, actually moaned out to me. That was my undoing. I felt my thighs tremble, hands gripping tighter, that snap un snapping and my pussy clenching around his slender fingers.

“Oh my god, yes, Jensen!” I moaned out hips twitching as he worked me through my high.

I panted and flopped back closing my eyes and letting my release go on his hair and the sofa. I felt him slowly pull his finger from me, leaving a small soft kiss to my clit and making his way up my body with kisses. His face came to mine as he placed his lips against my chin and then my bottom lip.

I popped my eyes open smiling slightly.

“You taste so fucking good” he groaned out thrust his hips forward against mine and grabbing my jaw. I moaned and jolted at the sensitivity.

“Have a taste my sweet girl” he whispered placing his fingers that were recently in me against my lips. Instantly my mouth opened, welcoming him in. I moaned against his fingers keeping eye contact as I sucked his fingers in further hollowing my cheeks.

“Shit sweet girl. Your gonna make me cum in my pants like a damn teenager if you keep that up” he groaned out dropping his head into the crook of my neck.

He pulled his fingers out my mouth lightly patting my cheek bringing his head up and resting his forehead against mine.

“Let me taste you. Let me have you” I whispered, grazing my lips against his. He hummed.

“Darling, if my cock enters that sweet warm mouth of yours before you tight little pussy, I truly am gonna be like a fucking teenager. I need to be inside you sweet girl. Please. Can I?” He was practically whining. How could I say no. I lowered my hands to his hips, pulling his bottoms down, to which he kicked off the rest of the way.

“Fuck me Jensen. I need your cock. I need you.” I whispered as I felt him slide his head between my lower lips. His chin dropped to his chest as he looked down at us. Watching as a slowly sunk into me. We both moaned out simultaneously as he sunk into the hilt.

“Fuck” he drew out, slowly drawing back in with more force. “Sweet fucking girl” he murdered.

I had a hand gripping his waist and one reached up to tangle my hand into his hair at the back of his head.

I moved my hips to match his rough sharp thrust. “Fuck, shit. Jen-“ my words were broken as he slammed against me, thrust getting harder. His hand reached down to wrap around the base of my throat making me gasp at the feeling.

“Taking my cock so well. Just like you used to baby. My sweet girl. My sweet fucking girl” he groaned out. I hummed not able to make words leave my open mouth as he took me. “Fuck I’m so close. Come on sweet girl. Cum on my cock, give me it.” He ground out. I was close. Embarrassingly so. I nodded the best I could keeping my eyes on his.

“Close. So close” I whimpered. He leant his head down and kissed me, sloppy wet and heated. His hand applied a little pressure before leaving my throat and stroking the length of my waist and the landing my clit rubbing softly. I gasped hips stuttering. “Yes” I whispered/whined.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give me everything. Cum on my cock baby. Your taking me so so well. Fuck yes” he moaned. His movement was faltering slightly but that didn’t stop the elastic band snapping and my orgasm ripping through my body with such force that I thought I was going to pass out. A high pitch moan ripped through my throat which was muffled by Jensen slamming his lips to mine. My eyes slammed shut, vision going white, tingling all over my body.

He rode my through my high, groaning as I came around his cock.

He pulled out quickly, my eyes opening, lulled slightly from the power of the orgasm. I watched as he leaned back slightly aiming his cock over my hips and jerking twice before spurts of his hot cum came spurting all over my hips and pussy.

“Fuuck, sweet girl” he groaned out as he finished leaning down and putting his forehead against my. Our clammy skin sticking to each other.

Out pants of breath mixing with each other as we came back to earth from cloud 9.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. I opened my eyes slightly half lidded and smiled dreamily back at him. His eyes creasing slightly as he smiled back .

“I’m great. I feel great” I whispered back. He chuckled and placed his lips against mine in a sweet shirt tender kiss.

“Let me get something to clean you up. I made quite the mess on you sweet girl.” He chuckled slightly. Moving to get off me as I lay spent on the sofa.

“Wouldn’t be the first time” I mumbled grinning.

“And definitely won’t be the last Y/N” he winked before disappearing butt naked down the hall.

[deanwanddamons]

Love To Hate You

Summary: Y/N and Soldier Boy hate each other, but can’t resist one another when they meet again after many years apart.

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairings: Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female receiving), P in V, loathing, swearing, SB being a dick, violence, drug use.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Soldier Boy. Please be kind. I would love to know your comments. 

A/N 2: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. Also, thank you to @waywardbaby for pre reading and your support. 

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His strength was phenomenal.

Y/N had no choice but to allow herself to be pushed backwards, until her shoulder blades hit the filthy wall behind her.

With one almighty yank, Soldier Boy ripped her thin T-shirt away from her body, the flimsy pieces being thrown to join the debris strewn on the ground, along with her bra which had also been torn, her breasts bouncing with the force of his actions.

His rough palms cupped her tits, his large hands easily covering them. He squeezed them, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. A satisfied smirk pulled his mouth into a grin.

“I fucking hate you,” Y/N growled, loathing the fact that her nipples were hardening at his touch. On one hand, the man in front of her made feelings of pure abborance rise in her chest, on the other she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him.

Memories of them screwing against a tree on the battlefield after a particularly bloody fight flooded her mind, the images sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. When she had been approached by the Russians to help capture him, she had of course been reluctant, but the rest of the Payback team had out voted her, so she had gone along with it.

Thanks to her powers, it took thirty years for her to age only one year. During that time, she regretted being part of his downfall, and had never expected to see him again. When he had found her after all these years, demanding answers, she thought she was seeing a ghost.

“Nuh huh, babygirl,” he growled, “you don't hate me. You know what you hate? You hate the fact that you love the way I’m touching you right now.” He fisted his hand in her hair and roughly pulled her head closer to him. He could always read her body so fucking well, since the very beginning when she had been with him.

“You hate how wet you are between your legs, how soaked your panties are and how much you want me to fill up your pussy.”

She jerked her head to get out of his grip and he let her go, chuckling and looking at her under his long lashes.

“Me on the other hand? I hate you,” his voice was low and full of malice, “for betraying me. For siding so easily with everyone who pulled me down, who sold me out. And you need to pay for that. You are going to pay for that.”

His lips crashed into hers. His kiss was hard, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. She tasted weed and whiskey. She knew she should be disgusted by this, but inexplicably felt wetness seep into her panties.

Bracing her palms against his solid chest, she tried to push him away, but it was no use. She knew she had more strength than she had displayed; being a superhero had its benefits. However, she held back as secretly she had wanted this to happen for months.

He didn’t even stumble. Instead, he pulled away and leaned back slightly, the moonlight streaming in through the cracked windows glinting off his green eyes that were boring into hers. Bringing his hand up to her cheek, he moved away a loose strand of hair with his fingers. She grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She could never really understand how it was possible to loathe his touch and yet at the same time crave it so much. She had accepted the fact that this encounter could not end well for her. After all, Soldier Boy was used to getting his own way and she knew that deep inside he relished how she wanted to put up a fight. And she was going to give him one. At least just for her sense of pride, she'd try.

Bringing her arm up in front of her, she pulled her fist back and punched him in the chest with all her might. This time he did stumble, but only briefly.

She glowered at him, gripped hold of his arm, and spun him around, forcing it up behind him. He sarcastically chuckled as she pressed her knee into his back, and attempted to move him forward. He didn’t budge, his feet planted flat on the ground. Her hatred flowed out of her as she tugged at his hair, wanting to cause him pain. The only thing she could think of doing was to bite a small bit of his exposed skin. So that’s what she did.

“Bitch!” he grunted.

It didn’t hurt him. His skin was impervious but the nerve of her annoyed him. Soldier Boy whipped his body around, and grasped her throat between his fingers, lifting her up and ramming her against the opposite wall. She huffed out a breath as she hit the concrete.

Soldier Boy's mouth suddenly covered hers again, his kiss sloppy and needy, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She yanked her head away, feeling liquid drip down her chin. Brushing the blood away with her thumb, Y/N kicked him in the shin. He frowned, before a smirk graced his features.

“There is no point fighting it, Y/N,” he whispered, “I want this, you want this. May as well admit it.”

Suddenly having no control over her actions, she felt herself nod. He was right. She really wanted to try more, fight more, resist more but her body had betrayed her almost the minute they had met in this abandoned building. She had tried and this is what she kept repeating in her head like a redemption mantra, like an excuse for allowing herself to surrender to him once again.

Soldier Boy dropped down onto his knees, his blunt teeth suddenly clamping down on her pebbled nipple, sucking it in hard. Pain radiated through her, but the feeling caused her underwear to become soaked. She clutched his hair in her fingers attempting to move his head away, but it only made him suck harder.

He let her sensitive nub go with an audible pop, before rising to his full height. His form was intimidating, tall and broad, the front of his supe suit clearly jutting forward, his erection obvious.

He gripped the side of her shorts and along with her panties, shuffled them down her legs, leaving them pooled around one ankle. She was limp, allowing him to strip her completely naked, as though she was in a trance.

He stepped back, his head leaning to one side as he admired her, his hand disappearing into his suit. She realised he was stroking himself when she saw the material begin to move up and down.

“Turn around,” he said through gritted teeth, “and spread those legs for me.”

Y/N’s chest was heaving as she did as he asked. Slowly spinning her body, she rested her palms on the cold concrete, and leaned forward. Closing her eyes, she waited, her arousal warm between her thighs.

She felt his palms spread her legs further apart, his stubble tickling the delicate skin of her thigh deliciously, then a wet tongue licked a strip along her cunt from front to back.

“Hhmm, you taste delicious,” she heard him mumble before she felt his nose nudging against her slit, “and smell divine.” His breath made her shiver as he deeply inhaled her aroma. “So wet for me,” he murmured, dipping a thick finger into her entrance, gathering her slick with the tip, before inserting a second digit. He scissored her open, the stretch stinging slightly causing her to let out a hiss.

She pushed her hips back against his mouth, letting him know that she wanted, no, needed more.

He chuckled. “Like that do you?”

“Fuck yes,” she purred, her voice coming out a croak.

“Good, as I’m going to eat you alive. But you’re not gonna come until I tell you that you can. Got that?” She agreed with a nod of her head.

Soldier Boy bent his fingers at the knuckle, the movement making her yelp, his calloused pads finding that small, spongy area inside her. Her legs began to shake, pure pleasure sending shockwaves down her spine. Replacing his digits with his mouth, he speared his tongue into her entrance, fucking her with it while he flicked her clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, Ben. That’s it. Right there.”

He hummed at the use of his real name, the vibration hitting her core, the coil there extremely close to snapping. He continued to lap into her, before he licked up her slit, slurping against her puckered hole, dipping the tip of his muscle into her tight ring. She bit down on her bottom lip as a hiss escaped her.

Soldier Boy pulled away suddenly leaving her bent over, naked. She glanced at him over her shoulder and noticed he had stepped out of his clothes, his impressive erection bouncing in front of him as he moved, his muscular arms, shoulders and sharp abs on show. He rummaged in the pocket of his suit which was now on the floor, producing a bag of white powder. Y/N went to move from her position, but a sharp slap across her ass cheek halted her movements. A yell of pain fell from her lips.

“Do not move,” he growled.

She acquiesced, resting her forehead against the cool wall in front of her as she waited to see what would happen next. She felt some powder land across the small of her back and her ass. Soldier Boy then leaned down to snort it up, running his tongue across her heated skin to get any excess before he bit down on her ass cheek, making her squeal in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He trailed his mouth up her back until his lips were resting on her shoulder.

Wrapping her hair around his left wrist, he pulled her head back to expose her neck. As his right hand squeezed her throat, she felt his hard cock lining up against her hot sex. He teased her waiting pussy with the tip, rubbing it up and down her folds, causing her to lean over further, opening herself up to him. He slid into her with ease as she was so wet. The stretch of her entrance felt delicious.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed.

He wasted no time setting a rough pace, letting go of her hair and throat in order to grip tightly onto her hips. Soldier Boy pounded into her furiously, bending his knees to allow him to grind into her as far as he could. Her legs began to buckle with the force, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. This action opened her up to him even further.

She groaned as his cock disappeared deeper into her, the blunt head hitting her G spot perfectly. Knowing that his strength was plenty to take her weight, she allowed herself to relax into his hold. He lifted her up slightly, then dropped her onto his solid member, and repeated the action, bouncing her up and down, his erection dragging over her walls with each thrust.

A long whimpering moan passed her lips, her eyes closed from the pleasure. Just as the tip was going to slide out, he lowered her down and pushed his hips forward hard.

“Fuck. Soldier Boy. Harder,” she encouraged him, wanting him to ruin her and knowing that he could.

An animalistic growl began to emit from his throat as his thrusts became faster, the frequency of her bounces almost a blur. The familiar feeling of falling off a cliff raged within Y/N as he pistoned her body up and down with ease.

She knew the sound he was making was a precursor to his release. “I’m going to come,” she announced, the coil in her belly tightening to an almost painful degree.

“Fuck Y/N,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock.”

As requested, she let herself go, the ferocious pounding proving too much to handle and with a ragged scream she climaxed, her juices running down his shaft and flowing over his balls. His hands clenched her thighs, the grip no doubt leaving bruises on her skin as she felt him still, and a bestial growl was released into the air as he came deep inside her.

Soldier Boy held her exactly where she was as he pulled out of her and with a gentleness that surprised her, lowered her to the ground. His seed ran down the inside of her thigh, her breathing laboured as she sucked in much needed oxygen. As she turned to face him, she realised he was already dressed, gathering her clothes together.

“Are you going to kill me now?” She questioned.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he grunted, handing over her ruined clothing. “You’re too good a fuck to let go. So you’re off the hook. For now.”

With a wink and a smirk, he walked away, leaving her standing there, naked, clutching the shredded material in her hands.

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[tonixe]

THE BOYS

Valentine’sDayDrabbles/Headcanons. - Homelander, A-train, Black Noir

MySolider - Solider boy x Fem!reader

#### ##- Homelander x Fem!reader

Myprerogative- Homelander x Fem!reader

Myprerogative pt2 - Homelander x Fem!reader

“Christmas Magic" - Homelander x Fem!reader

[pickledpascal]

Killer Queen

Chapter Three: Sweet Emotion

Warnings: smut for sure brother, penetrative sex, collars, BDSM elements, slurs, ben likes it rough i guess

Word Count: 3.8k

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Eventually, Eden was able to coax Amber and Soldier Boy out of their room to have something for dinner. Well, she mostly wanted to get Amber to eat, Soldier Boy was… a change, that's for sure. Something about him when Eden was in school or, hell, even when she grew up, she thought he'd be shorter. The boots had to give him an extra inch or two so they lied about his height. But they didn't. Soldier Boy was a six-foot-two all-American man. Eden always thought he'd be five-eight. 

Amber grabbed a few slices of the pizza Eden provided and stuffed a piece in her mouth. On the other hand, Eden kept staring at Soldier Boy. Nervous wasn't the right word, no, more like she was sizing him up. She knew she likely couldn't take him in a fight, even if she was a Supe, but she would probably be able to do something that made him suffer. 

“Who's that?” Ryan said when he came out of his room. He was looking up at Soldier Boy. Butcher was one of the only other men who had ever entered the house.

Soldier Boy glanced down at the kid and narrowed his eyes a bit. Why the hell did he look so much like him? He kept his mouth shut, opting to follow Amber's rules. For now. So he ate. 

Eden answered, “He's gonna be staying with us for a little while, kiddo. He's, uh,” She didn't want to lie. Ryan was a smart kid and he'd likely figure out why he was here in the long run but she also didn't want to say Soldier Boy was going to kill his dad. “He's one of Amber's special friends.” 

“Oh.” Ryan recoiled at the comment. 

Soldier Boy cocked an eyebrow at Amber. “He doesn't know what a f–”

“Shut the hell up.” Amber cut him off, gaze hardening. 

Once dinner was done and Ryan was away from Soldier Boy—Eden immediately decided they couldn't be together for more than fifteen minutes since Ryan would likely learn something he wasn't supposed to at ten. 

“So who the fuck are you?” Soldier Boy turned to Eden, lips pursed into a thin line that showed his dimples. A sign he was discontented. 

Eden looked at him unimpressed. “The smartest person in any room.” She shrugged. She liked to brag as humbly as possible. She wished Amber would do it more or else people wouldn't test her as much as they did. 

Soldier Boy scoffed, “You're a woman.” 

“And you don't know what an OnlyFans is so who's really winning here?” Eden countered with a lop-sided smile.

Soldier Boy tilted his head, glancing at Amber for an answer. She didn't give him one. 

“Do you think if we can get Homelander, Butcher will let us psychologically torture him? We’ll let him kill him afterward. Or, we could all bitch him together.” Eden suggested, an excited glint in her eyes before she glanced back at Soldier Boy. “Sorry your son turned into such a fucking bitch, by the way–”

Soldier Boy’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, what the fuck does she mean?” He'd seen pictures of Homelander, pictures of him were plastered almost everywhere.

Amber glared at Eden. She was glad Ryan wasn't here for this. Especially considering his grandpa had quite the mouth on him. 

She and Eden knew of this after Eden hacked into Vought. Partly for fun, partly for work. They just so happened to come across a file about Homelander and his origins. And how Soldier Boy, by artificial insemination, was his father. Immediately after finding out the information, Eden blamed that on why Homelander was so horrible. Amber didn't know all of the details of Soldier Boy’s life but she didn't think that was the case. The file also included all the American propaganda Homelander was forced to watch as a child. 

A boy who grew up only watching American propaganda was going to fuck him up somehow. 

“You remember when Vougelbaum called you into your lab? It was 1980. Some sort of genetic test,” Recognition dawned in Soldier Boy’s face as he leaned back into the couch he sat on. “He was born in 1981. And part of the reason Payback did what they did. So he could take the spotlight once he was older.” Amber explained softly. She had a feeling it would be jarring for anyone to find out they had a secret child, no matter if they were a fascist piece of shit. 

Soldier Boy’s lips drew back into a snarl as he tried to choke down his emotions. Amber, he was fine with crying in front of, but Eden? Fuck that. He didn't need other people to know he was weak. 

He had a son. A fucking child. And he wasn't there like he wished he would. Anger rose in his chest. Soldier Boy abruptly stood and Amber could feel the air in the room shifting. She didn't have a radiation counter on her but she could tell, if she did, it would be skyrocketing. 

Amber lifted a hand to try and calm Soldier Boy which he slapped away. “Shut the fuck up and don't say you understand. You fucking don't. You don't even have the fucking parts to have a kid, you tranny bitch.” He spat, chest heaving. 

Eden's eyes widened, looking between the two of them. Even most bigot fucks Amber came across, they didn't say it to her face. Amber's stare turned cold. Any sympathy she had for him was flushed down the drain. 

“Yeah, uh… I'm gonna take Ryan downstairs.” Eden excused herself. The basement was soundproof for the most part. And built like a fortress. She was glad she decided to make it out of metal. Sound didn't travel that well through it. 

Soldier Boy let out a sharp breath from his nose as he stared at Amber. There was a small part of him that regretted what he said but he was too prideful to go back on it. A muscle in his jaw tightened while his nose turned into a sneer. 

Amber wasn't intimidated by whatever tactics Soldier Boy was trying to use. “You think you're strong? That you scare me? Not more than an hour ago you were gagging on my dick. Some small part—or, hell, big part—of you is scared you like me,” The air in the room was tense, the radiation rising when she hit a little too close to home. “But another part,” She stepped closer, causing Soldier Boy to step away. “Is excited by that. You're not the most powerful in the room anymore. Maybe that way you'll be a little normal for once.” 

“Fuck you, you don't know shit about me.” Soldier Boy’s shoulders were rigid as he tried to stand his ground. 

Amber cocked a doubtful eyebrow at him, a smirk on her lips. “Uh-huh. I know for the past few seconds, your eyes have been on my dick,” Soldier Boy’s lip quivered with his anger but he made no move to deny it. “What Eden failed to mention is that Ryan is your grandson.”

Blinking, Soldier Boy's shoulders slumped. His jaw unclenched as he drew in a sharp breath. “He's—”

“Homelander’s son. The reason why he's here. Homelander wants to make Ryan like him,” Amber explained softly. Maybe she did have a little bit of sympathy for Ben. A shred. But it could easily be snuffed out and replaced with that white-hot feeling from earlier. “This could be your chance to be a father like you wanted. And, maybe, he could be better. Not like you or him.”

Soldier Boy dropped onto the couch, frame creaking underneath his weight. His whole world was shattered and put back together again in a matter of a few minutes. How could he have failed Homelander so badly? Hell, he would've let him take the spotlight. What kind of father wouldn't? He bit his cheek. Ryan wasn't his and he never would be. Sure, they were related but it was different. He'd know it would be different. 

But Ryan was so young. A whole life ahead of him. Soldier Boy pushed his hands through his hair, tears stung the edges of his eyes. He wanted kids. For selfish reasons. As a big fuck you to his father that he could do better than him. 

“Does he know?” Soldier Boy looked up at Amber, hands falling in his lap.

Amber shook her head. “No. I mean, Ryan knows who his father is. Not that you're his grandpa. And Homelander, as far as I know, doesn't know about you.” She sat next to him. 

“God fucking hell.” Soldier Boy sighed. Why did this feel a hell of a lot more messed up than anything he'd ever done before? He'd be stealing his son’s son away from him. Perhaps for good reason. “You–You’re—” A part of him really wanted to yell at Amber, accuse her of turning him against his own kin, but he had a feeling Homelander committed far worse atrocities than he did. At an even larger scale. 

Soldier Boy ran a hand down his face. “Ryan—he’s a good kid?” He asked after a while. 

“Yeah,” Amber hummed softly. Besides a few times of him slicing open the roof with his laser eyes or hugging Eden a little too tight, it was sunshine and rainbows. Eden was durable enough not to get immediately crushed. “I think he looks a lot more like you than Homelander anyway. Especially with that fucking box-dye. I mean, if you're gonna be the epitome of ‘blonde and blue-eyed,’ at least make sure it looks good before you base your entire personality on it.” 

Soldier Boy let out a small breath. A laugh. Even though he didn't understand half the words that came out of Amber's mouth, he knew the point she was trying to make. Homelander was an artificial fuck. Quite literally. He and Homelander's surrogate never even touched, he just sent his seed to Vougelbaum and never thought about it again. Whoever she was, they would've had a good night if they did it the proper way. Or Soldier Boy would've broken her. 

Amber hooked a finger under Soldier Boy's chin and tilted his head so he looked at her. “You remember that deal we made?” Her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes. Soldier Boy’s breath hitched. “You called me something bad. Which means…” She intentionally trailed off. 

“Consequences.” Soldier Boy finished for her with dilated pupils. 

Amber winked, “Bingo.” 

After a scramble to get upstairs, Amber's door was locked behind her while she and Soldier Boy were inside her bedroom. He breathed heavily while she appeared calm. Way too calm. It was unsettling. Something about it made Soldier Boy’s pulse hasten. With dread or something else, he wasn't sure he'd want to admit.

“Turn around and strip.” Amber instructed with a smile. 

Soldier Boy wanted to ask why he'd need to turn around but the words were caught in his throat. He complied, taking off his Dodgers jersey and sweatpants along with his boxers. He heard a scraping of a drawer opening and closing. And then a light ding of a bell. He flinched as he felt his neck constricted. Soldier Boy glanced down and caught sight of the small jingle bell on his neck. Connected to a leather collar. 

Avery pressed a kiss to Ben's jaw and hummed as she stood behind him. “On the bed for me, hands and knees.” The way she sounded, it was more of a request. But he knew if he didn't comply, something worse would likely happen. 

Soldier Boy hated the way he so easily followed her order. And he hated it more when Amber pushed his head into the sheets and he liked it. If only his father could see him now. He wondered what he'd say. Probably something worse than what he could come up with. But, then again, that would take a lot more work than what his father wanted to do. 

“Take a deep breath,” Amber advised. Soldier Boy could hear a cap opening and closing. He had an idea as to what it was. “Or don't. You might like it better.” She teased as she pushed her finger inside him without any other warning. 

The muscles in his legs tensed as he moved his head, the bell on his collar ringing as he did. “What the—” Another finger. Soldier Boy was even less prepared than before. “Fuck!” Pain seared inside him. Not overwhelming but a lot more than he thought he'd ever experience in this setting. “What—”

“Shhh,” Amber cooed softly, “Bad boys don't get to speak. Now, I want you to be quiet. Or else something worse might happen.” Soldier Boy couldn't see her face but he could imagine what it looked like. A nice, but unsettling, smile on her face as hooded eyes stared down at him. “Give me a nod that you understand,” She pressed her fingers deeper inside and he had to bite on his bottom lip to keep a noise from escaping him. “C'mon, sweetheart, please?”

Soldier Boy nodded, eyes screwed shut. A satisfied noise left Amber's lips. She curled her slender fingers inside him while his face contorted, trying his best not to let out a strained moan as he gripped the sheets. His whole body tensed when Amber's hand started to move. 

In and out. In and out. In and out. Harder, harder, harder. He wanted to scream. Yell. Maybe kick a door in. He wanted to do something. But this power Amber had over him made him have second thoughts. The way she made him feel. Like he was a teenager again. Powerless. Soldier Boy had lived so long that he forgot what it was like. A life that was mostly filled with drugs, women, and alcohol to ease some sort of pain he didn't want to acknowledge. But Amber fucked it out of him. Somehow. 

So Soldier Boy stayed quiet. Like she asked—no, demanded—him to. And then there was that bell. It rang with each push. He felt like it was too much. The noises, the sensations, the fact that he couldn't let the tension in him release in some way. But it also wasn't enough. He wanted more. Needed more. That gnat inside him was going insane. He needed to feel sore the next morning, needed to be reminded of what happened, needed to follow her rules.

“That’s a good boy,” Soldier Boy could hear pants being unzipped. He drew in a sharp breath. “Only good boys get to be fucked by my cock. Do you think you deserve that?” Amber's voice was smooth and sweet, like honey, but grounded and strong. He couldn't get enough of it. “Use your words.” Her movements stopped so he could form more coherent words. 

“Please.” Soldier Boy panted softly, finally easing some of the tension built in his shoulders and arms. 

Amber tsked. “I can't hear you, sweetheart. Louder,” She thrusted her fingers in suddenly, eliciting a sudden, choked whine from Soldier Boy. And another ring of the bell. “Like that.” 

“God, please! Please! Amber, I-I need you so much.” He whined, pleading with every ounce of want in his body. His knuckles were white as they fisted the sheets. Soldier Boy was painfully aware that he tore them—he was so close—Amber would have half a mind to stop and think of something worse to put him through. “Like—fuck! Like nothing else I've ever needed in my life.” The words jumbled out of him faster than he could think. 

The air stilled. For just a moment. 

He was surprised at himself for admitting such a thing. Was meeting Amber really all it took for his walls to start crumbling? Not completely, but enough. To the point where maybe falling in love again wasn't so hard for him. 

Amber slid a hand up Soldier Boy’s side and let out a hum. “Really?” Her voice was amused. “Get on your back for me, then.” 

Quickly, Soldier Boy turned on the bed. His knees were bent in front of him. He was happy to finally be able to see her face. And appreciate her body. Amber was stripped back down to her underwear. Well, minus her actual underwear. Her bra was still on but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Amber pushed his legs apart and looked down at him. 

The view of Soldier Boy below her made her feel accomplished. Prideful somehow. Amber did always like the idea of a man begging for her. And this man just so happened to be a really powerful one. Yeah, that was gratifying. 

“I want you to promise me something,” Amber began with a light, intentionally, sweet smile as she pushed inside him. Soldier Boy's jaw dropped open. He felt like he was being split down the middle. “Don't say anything like tranny or fag or, hell, even pussy again to me or anyone else. Okay?” Her smile dropped from her lips, eyes glaring down at him. 

The bell on his collar rang frantically as he nodded, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. 

Amber lifted Soldier Boy’s calf over her shoulder as she leaned over him, admiring the way he looked in the black leather collar as she pushed her pelvis into the flesh of his ass. His chest shook as he took in a sharp breath. 

“Please—please move!” Soldier Boy begged softly, lifting a hand to Amber's neck to gingerly caress underneath the curve of her jaw. He wanted to sob with need. He was way too close to having his fortress be completely and utterly destroyed. And he didn't want to stop it. 

A wicked smile graced Amber's lips. A twinge of desire churned in his stomach. “A little more, sweetheart, I like this.” She admitted as she jerked her hips. 

That goddamned bell chimed again.

Soldier Boy choked on a whimper. “Baby, fuck—I need you to move! Please.” His brain was buzzing louder and louder as time went on but he was still very much conscious and hadn't turned Amber into dust—not that he'd be able to do that in the first place. 

“Hmm. Okay.” Amber relented. Only slightly. 

Her immediate pace was hard and fast and Soldier Boy panted heavily, a whine or whimper at the end of every single noise he made. The bell rang with each movement, swinging softly. He pushed his head back onto the bed as his whole body tensed up. His muscles ached while his mind reeled with delight.

Soldier Boy had never felt anything like this before. Pure ecstasy. Better than the drug. Any drug for that matter. His ass was starting to get sore with each thrust but he couldn't have cared less. The ache made it all the more worth it. Hell, even the sound of her skin pounding into his made his mind whir like an old computer. 

“Your sounds,” Avery panted into his ear. “They’re fucking beautiful.” She attached her lips to Soldier Boy’s jaw, nipping at the skin. She wanted to do this more often. 

And judging by Soldier Boy’s sounds, he'd like that too.

“Ah, fuck!” Soldier Boy’s free hand gripped at Amber's waist, digging his nails into her skin. “Baby–Baby, shit—I can't—I can't—” He sobbed. He couldn't hold on anymore. All the touching and feeling and everything was rising and rising. A part of him was surprised he lasted this long. Especially with the finger-fucking he went through earlier. 

Avery flipped the bell around Soldier Boy’s neck as she sucked a mark above it. A helpless whimper escaped his lips. 

“Be a doll and hold it in,” Avery ground out, giving Soldier Boy a particularly hard thrust. He drew in a sharp breath which morphed into a whine. “You'll do that for me?” 

Soldier Boy whimpered, “Uh-huh.” He was so drunk on feeling that he couldn't stop himself from obeying her. But it got harder and harder with each snap of her hips. “Shit–” He breathed as the muscles in his legs started to twitch. 

“You're almost there,” Compared to the almost carnal way Amber was fucking into him, the way her lips pressed against his skin was soft, gentle, and felt strangely more sensual than everything else. “I can feel it, sweetheart. So am I. Just—” Amber grunted lowly into Soldier Boy’s ear. “Just hold on. A little more.” Her voice was strained.

That's when Soldier Boy had a moment of clarity. Amber was going to cum. Inside him. A shiver of delight ran throughout his body. 

After a few more deep pushes, Amber let out a harbored sigh. The tightness in her stomach broke and Soldier Boy cried out as he felt her paint his insides. Not more than a few seconds later, as Amber slowed her hips, he came as well. Drops of white landed on both of their stomachs. 

Soldier Boy had to resist the urge to actually cry. He had never felt more thoroughly satisfied in his life. 

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Amber cupped his face, tilting it so he would look her in the eyes. “You like this, hm? Me inside you? You'd like it if it was like this all the time, wouldn't you?” She teased softly. 

The man underneath her loved the weight of her inside him. Maybe he secretly wished she would split him in half. He nodded silently, his face red as he felt a bead of sweat run down the back of his neck. Soldier Boy didn't sweat. Not in a long time. 

Amber caressed the side of his face and smiled down at him. “I could arrange that.” She hummed. “But,” She pulled his leg from her shoulder and let it fall. “We have things to do tomorrow.” Her cock slipped from him and he immediately felt empty. 

He pursed his lips, a crease between his eyebrows when he let out a whine from the loss of her touch. He could barely speak after feeling something so intense. Amber went to the bathroom connected to her room to grab a towel and cleaned him up. Soldier Boy’s whole body was sore but his ass was where he felt it the most. 

“C'mon, sweetheart,” Amber sighed, running a hand through his hair which he gladly leaned into. “Don't be like that.” She sighed as she picked up her underwear to put it back on to, at the very least, have something to cover herself in bed. Amber didn't like being naked underneath covers. It just felt wrong. 

After some coaxing, Amber was able to get Soldier Boy to put his boxers back on himself and lay in bed correctly. However, he immediately clung to her like a vice once they were both in her bed. He buried his face into her neck while an arm rested over her stomach. Amber hadn't bothered to take the collar off his neck and Soldier Boy didn't mention it. He liked how it felt. A symbol of her ownership over him. 

That little bell stopped ringing. And so did his head. 

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A/N: I JUST WANTED TO SAY THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS FIC !!! i never thought so many other people would want to read about soldier boy getting dicked down but here we are !!! 🫶

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[uncasualfangirl]

The way these two men have me in a freaking chokehold 🥵😍❤️

[lifeissomethingelse]

Imagine: Steve in your mouth taking every breath put your lungs while trying to take him with tears in your eyes and nose touching his pubic hair while solider boy is fucking the you cunt to the point where you squirt for the first time while pulling your hair.

You end up cumming on both their shields.

“Oh shit nice aim” “you better fucking lick it all up you whore” “ dirty girl you like two super soldiers using your holes, ripping you apart with our cocks?”

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[thewritersaddictions]

The Anti-Hero: Solider Boy- Touches

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Pov: Solider boy (Ben)

Warnings: Protective! Solider Boy, retirement party, grabby men, anger, smut, jealous, jealous fucking, bruises, party, drinking, drugs, causing a scene.

Summary: At Solider Boy's official retirement party, the people are far more interested in his girl than having fun getting drunk and getting high. It sends a jealous feeling down through Ben. Causing a scene is the first thing to happen.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.0k

The Boys Master List // The Anti-Hero Master List

She was always so damn beautiful. Sometimes I wonder how she ended up with a beast like me. I know a very dramatic way of thinking about my relationship with my dear Y/n. She’s the one person who truly understands me, and doesn’t take for granted what or who I am. Never once laughed at me, nor just shoved me aside. It’s been a rather long time since someone has been kind to the old man I am. 

Y/n had said something about a party that was being held in my honor by Vaught. A rather dumb charade for the public to latch onto and adore with so many different, and colorful comments. I had not only been working for Vaught for over fifty years now, but I have a measure of my life to be grateful for them getting me out of that Russian prison I was stuck in. “A retirement party for you Ben,” Y/n says as she shuffles into bed. It’s also been a rather long time since I got into bed with the same gal more than once or twice. But Y/n is all I could ever ask for, hips that dip at just the right point, a little tummy that’s just so kissable, and of course the rest of her body is just as kissable. 

“A retirement party you say, I wonder what I’ll do with all that extra time,” I mutter as I kiss the side of her neck, she shivers next to me. Rolling her eyes dramatically. “Well according to whomever I’m mooching this information off of you’d still have a regular spot in the lights just less about you making so much of an effort to let the younger souls do it,” Y/n mutters as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to my chest. 

This is my party and yet I feel my darling Y/n, being pulled away from me. She’s the nines, gold, and diamonds adore her skin in a beautiful construct with a dress I think she picked to just match my hero outfit. Green, Gold, and Diamonds are all I can see for a long while during the night. It starts off innocently enough, a limousine has come to drive us to the gate of Vaught Internationals doors and straight up to parties floor. “You look beautiful tonight,” I’m able to whisper into her ear before the dinging of the elevator reminds us that it’s not just the two of us. A whole party awaits us, and the unknown people do as well. I should have realized long ago when I first met Y/n that it would be hard to keep her attached to my hip. 

It would be hard to keep others hands off of what is not theirs in the first place. A few glances here and there are fine especially when my hand is wrapped securely around her waist. Dominating any man that dares to come up to talk, touch, or even look at her. Regardless of that Y/n blushes at my words and floats, literally floats beside me. She’s an angel in a rather very dark world of Vaught and superheroes. They are not super, or heroes at all. A bright shining star that everyone wants but only I can have. Her arm is in place nicely in mine, and all of a sudden it’s like flies on shit, there’s a swarm of people gathering us. “Oh my god, it’s you… it’s soldier boy!” … “We’re so glad that you’ve come to this retirement party for you.” … “You really are a true inspiration to us all!” … “You must be excited to retire and live a nice long soft life with our miss L/n.” The last comments throw me for a loop and the blush is radiating off of Y/n. I try not to bother myself with it as I thank and shake only a few people’s hands before dragging Y/n, and myself towards the bar. 

“Ben, are you alright?” Her voice is so soft, so warm it makes me almost buckle. I don’t, I only look over at her, shining brighter in the dull atmosphere we’ve put ourselves in. “I’m fine as long as you’re right here beside me.” Y/n blushes again, her cheeks have stayed the pinkest shades of pink ever since she met me. “Aw Ben,” She mutters as she clings to my arm like a cub to a mama bear. “Are you up for a drink?” I suggest looking over at the large selections of drinks on the mirrored wall. “Oh, just a Strawberry Daiquiri is enough for me,” Y/n rests her head on my bicep as I order our drinks. No point in getting too drunk tonight, but a buzz would be nice if I have to continue to deal with stupid people at this fucking party. A strong drink would be too much so beer is what I order. Nothing compares to the drinks we have back in the day, but back in the day is more than eighty years ago. 

The drinks were rather quick and maybe it’s because my face is one that says fuck around and find out, or maybe the bartender is simply good at his fuckin’ job. Either or I don’t really give a shit, I hand Y/n her drink and her eyes light up with joy. “Do you want to find somewhere to sit? Your heels must be hurting your feet by now.” I whisper into her ear. She shivers but her drink stays steady in her hand. I’m not one for parties, especially with all the new laws and regulations of what other activities you can be doing with said parties. A bunch of fucking party downers those fucks are. Y/n shakes her head, sipping at her drink already I find a booth. A small but large enough table that is reserved for the highest of the high. So I can only assume that’s meant for me. 

As Y/n sips at her drink as we sit in the booth a few of her friends come over. Begging her to go out and dance. “Do you mind Ben?” She yells over the growing music. Even as she’s yelling she’s still very quiet. “I don’t mind at all,” I say taking a sip of my third or fourth beer of the long night that is growing to be more of an annoyance than a true party. As her friends try to tug her in the direction of the dance floor she’s sure to peck me once on the cheek leaving a smudge of her lipstick on my cheek. I smile as she waves at me while being tugged by her friend’s group. I gaze at her from afar. Her hips swayed and her smile grew as she dances on the floor with her friends. Every time a guy comes up to the already small group of her friend the spike of jealousy comes rolling through and I have to swallow it down. 

Y/n friend group does a great job of keeping the circle tightknit, and together. Nobody in and nobody out. I notice that Y/n disappears and my heart begs to race with anger and panic before I once again see her head poke out from below the crowd of people dancing, she’s shorter than before. Her heels are now in her hands, she’s swaying, and knowing the liquor in her drink must have been a little too much as I can hear her giggle plan as day even on the loud and crowded floor. 

See leaving the booth that was the issue. I should have just stayed there and watched her all night long, but I wanted another beer and something like water for Y/n when she finally did return to our booth. When I returned to the booth she was gone, not really gone just not where I had last seen her. I set the drink down with a loud crash. Beer and water went flying across the tablecloth, I was rushing out. My suit and black tie were clinging to my large body in an effort to make me even more pissed off. “Y/n?” I began to yell throughout the crowd of dancing people. I managed to get through fairly easily once I pushed a few people out of the way. Once I made it to what was Y/n small friend group it was dismantled and no longer a fortified circle. One girl was dry-humping a guy in a rather shabby suit. The others were either halfway to fucking each other or making out horribly with some random guy. Even in a crowded room or a thousand people, I could still hear her precious voice ringing out above all else. 

She wasn’t with her group of friends and I was starting to freak the fuck out. I could hear her, I just wasn’t able to find her in the large crowd of people. It was as if the crowd grew out, for every step that I took. Growing larger and wider with every step my heart raced in my chest, I hadn’t felt this type of adrenaline since I was in the war. Blowing up shit, and throwing people across a large field. Like a flashback, and I was right back to searching for Y/n. Her voice was in terror. She was begging, begging for something. I walked faster and harder on the marble floor. 

Finally, I found her, being pushed around by a few drunk men. Her back was up against the wall, her eyes were pleading with everyone all the men around her. “Aren’t you just a sexy little thing?” “Just arm candy for Solider boy aren’t you?!” “I bet you’re just a good fuck for him!” “Let’s be honest, we must be good enough to keep that man entertained.” The men are all bickering back and forth. If it wasn’t for the drinks she had been sipping on beforehand Y/n would have been able to deal with these small dicked idiots. But at last, she was far too drunk to take care of herself, and I was quite with acting as her hero. Boosting my ever-growing ego. 

 “Please just… just let me go! Ben isn’t gonna be so too happy.” I heard Y/n mumble, as the guys become to push her further into the wall. Hands came to grab her wrist and arms. My anger had been boiling really since we walked into the damn Vaught building. But as of now, I was ready to fucking kill some random dicks. Touching what was mine. “I do think that she asked you to stop,” I said loud and clear, but maybe these guys were deaf and dicks. Not that it really mattered when I grabbed the closet guy from his collar holding him far above the ground. “Do you hear me now?” I asked. Heads turned and faces turned from Y/n to me. Disgust to horror. “I told you.” Y/n spitted out 

I smiled, but there was something more important happening right now. “I thought I said you should probably let her go.” Y/n relaxed as their grabby hands let her go. “I don’t know about you, but I’d love to cause a scene at my own retirement party. What do you think?” I asked the group of disgusting men. The man in my hands that was still dangling from above the marble floor was shaking his head hard. “We’ll just go… No need to cause a such scene.” He begged, I rolled my eyes, looking right over at my darling. “What do you think?” “Hm… Maybe you just drop that ugly fuckin’ guy, and take me home.” Even drunkenly Y/n was the most beautiful girl on the planet. “Oh… I see where that dirty mind is going.” I dropped the guy, and walked over to my girl. Grabbing her softly and walking towards the door. I turned at the last minute. “Party over guys, Go fucking home!” Heads turned, but I didn’t give a shit as I walked out with my doll on my arm. 

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I didn’t wait until we got home. I was crawling to get into her dress in the car ride back to the house. Her legs hooked over mine as her back rested up against my back. My fingers played with the soft lace that covers her soaked cunt. Whispering dirty little things in her ear as she shivered against me. “Fuck sweetheart, aren’t you just soaking for me.” Pulling her panties to the side I let my fingers play with her puffy clit, and her moans filled the back of the limousine. A privacy divider couldn’t hold back the moans that bounced off the interoir walls of the car. “Fuck Ben, you’re such…” A drunk and mumbling mess, I didn’t give a shit because I wanted her now just as much as she wanted me. “I’m such what sweetheart? Huh?” My fingers played with her clit. Slow and then fast. Anything for my sweet girl. “You… just don’t stop please don’t… Ben please…” Y/n mumbled as she arched her back forward trying desperately to reach her high. 

The limousine came to a stop. “Darling, we’re home. We can continue inside.” I muttered into her ear, she sighed at the loss of my fingers. Begrudgingly getting off my lap and fixing her panties before scooting her ass off the leather seats and heels onto the asphalt. I settled myself before licking my fingers and following closely behind Y/n. Drunk and walking fast to get into the house. Heels coming off halfway up the stairs to the front door. She was stripping the second we got into the bedroom. Her clothes cause a trail, looking up once she had her dress half off her shoulders, and the next her dress, bra, and panties were laying on the floor and her naked body was starfished on top of the sheets. 

“Come on Solider boy, I know you wanna fuck me.” She always had such a dirty mouth when she was drunk. My dress pants were tight as fuck even in the limousine ride back to the house. But now seeing her naked my pants were getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. “Come here, big boy.” Y/n coaxed me, she was relaxing on her elbows one finger bringing me over the edge of the bed. I walked over the edge of the bed, as she brought her body to met mine. “Can I take off your shirt baby?” She voice was loose, but lurred me in every time. With Y/n I had no control over the things I did, or the things she did to me. “Yeah, baby you can.” She smiled a wide smile and reached up. Pushing the coat down my shoulders letting it land to the floor. Undoing the tie and flinging keeping that on the bed beside her hip. Finally she got the buttons. Undoing each button with slow tantalizing fingers. 

When her cold fingers touched my warm chest it sent shivers down my spine, and everything in that moment felt right. Her hands on me, and my head falling to touch the back of my shoulders. “Fuck sweetheart.” There was nothing to take off of her sweet body, and I was just fine with that. Y/n’s hands reached for my belt and with that my hard cock that was pressed into the fabric gave some release. When my dress pants went falling down my thighs and landing at my ankles. Shoes having come off when we first came into the house. 

“Look at you, so big and waitin’ for me,” Y/n was biting her lips looking down at my cock pressed up agasint my boxers. A wet spot from pre cum, “Her ice cold hands reached out and grabbed onto my cock. Boxers sliding down and out of the way. She rubbed her hand up and down my shaft before she shifted her position laying on her stomach and her mouth surrounded my cock. Warmth surrounding me. She moaned and took me all the way into her throat, the sounds of her gagging and ragged breathing causing my heart to race in my chest as I tired to get my hand around her hair.  

Before I knew it I was begging her to stop. “Stop… you gotta stop sweetheart.”  Ragged breathing I was able to get out the next part of my thought. “As much as I love cuming down your thoart I have a better place of cumming.” A wink sent her mouth popping off my cock and then she was looking up with michevious eyes, “Get on your kees sweetheart,” I forced her head into the pillows and made her hips raise up to met my own. Her thighs were slick with wetness as I slipped right into her wet cunt. 

“Such a good girl for me… takes me so good everytime.” I murmur to myself, the muffled moans that came from underneath me only encouraged me to thrust faster and harder into her cunt. Y/n’s hands reaching out to grab onto the fabric her knuckles going white from her grip and her cunt was gripping me harder desperatly trying to keep me in. With each thrust and squeeze of her cunt it was getting easier for me to let my cum fill her cunt up. Her moans didn’t die down as she came around me. 

“Such a good girl for me like always,” I murmured into her ear as I slipped out of her cunt. She was more alert somehow. Y/n turned and looked up at me “You were jealous weren’t you?!” She asked with a cocky smile. “I’m never jealous of other guys, I just know what’s mine Y/n.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “And your mine,” I whisper into her ear.

Completed on: 05/02/23

Posted on: 05/23/23

The Anti-Hero-

[deanwinchestersgirl87]

@lacilou I want to know he's a tease for not telling us are we getting more solider boy booty or daddy winchester booty

[ohigotanewobsession]

the urge to write a hughie x soldier boy slow burn is really strong

they are just very pathetic and low(high)key gay