thinking about soldier boy comforting ur broken self in his own strange, creepy, morally gray way ˋ°•*⁀➷
cw: sb being a man, family trauma?? piv. not proofread wc: 2k~ mdni, u will be blocked
you’d gotten into an argument at home. after packing a bag, you ran straight to ben. for what reason? you didn’t really know urself. he’d been in your life for all but four months, and he took ur virginity in the back of his car.
when he opened the door to his apartment that night, you felt sheer stupidity crash over you, and you couldn’t really explain much when he asked what was wrong. just that you felt awful and hopeless. you went without protest when he pulled you inside by your arm.
maybe you’d been in his place before, maybe you hadn’t. either way, it felt safer than ever that night. he offered you water, let you explain your night in broken sentences. his eyes roamed ur body slowly. you were barely wearing anything decent, really. and he knows you left in a hurry and he knows ur vulnerable.. but that didn’t negate the fact that u looked so sexy. those little tight leggings lit a fire in his stomach.
so he led you to the bedroom. carefully. tactfully. “you should lie down, doll, it’ll calm your nerves.” and you listened.
his bed was warm. so were his arms. he rubbed his big palm against your shoulder in an attempt to soothe. he listened to you complain about your family and wiped runaway tears. you were distracted enough to not notice his hand rub lower, and lower. down your waist, stopping to grip your hip. he wasn’t exactly looking at your face anymore. you kept talking and he nodded encouragingly.
“i hate them all. they offer nothing good to me, i hate that i was born into them,” you closed your eyes. but when you did, you felt his fingers brushing your crotch, and heard a soft groan escape him. you opened your eyes to him shifting closer, pressing his fingers firmer against your clit through the fabric.
“you just need to get your mind off things. i’ll help, c’mere,” he muttered as he dug his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down in one quick tug. you gasped, he grinned.
then suddenly you were being lifted, his arms encircling your waist as he repositioned you above him to straddle his thighs. between them, you felt his hard on and your face burned.
those same big hands dragged up your thighs, stopping at your hips again. he gave them a light smack and laughed at your little gasp. he brushed his thumbs over the soft fabric of your panties, and he didn’t wait any longer before he guided your hips to move, grinding your pussy against his cock. he groaned, clenching his teeth.
your hands rested atop his chest and your face was twisted with confusion. the ache in your chest for your terrible family deepened, unlike what he suggested by providing this remedy. your heart squeezed, but his voice broke your thoughts.
“been wondering when we’d do this again. so glad you stopped by, babydoll. like you knew i missed this pussy.”
you could only blink, your lip quivering. your silence encouraged him.
he lifted his hips, and by doing so, lifted you, as he pushed his sweats and boxers down. his cock sprung free and brushed against your thigh, pulling a deep groan from his lips.
“fuck yeah, baby. hold still.”
he pushed your panties aside roughly, one hand on the small of your back to guide you forward, arching for him. he didn’t warn you before he nudged his tip at your cunt. he let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hand splayed against your back to hold you still. he smeared your slick over himself, mixing his precum into your folds as if to make you his. he couldn’t- wouldn’t wait longer before pushing inside. the sudden stretch made you gasp and he looked up, smiling at that face you made. it was only the second time, so he knew you were still getting used to.. things.
he sat you upright again, straight to sit on his dick. his eyes flicked back down before long, watching you slowly sink down to accommodate his size, your pussy swallowing his cock so beautifully. his eyes narrowed, big hands gripping your hips again to help you down the rest of the way…
it wasn’t what you had in mind. one of the last things, in fact. but you didn’t protest. you went along with it. maybe he was right? maybe you did need a distraction. taking a deep breath, you averted your eyes as you started riding him, slow and cautious, feeling his cock drag in and out of your cunt. another groan filled your ears, and his hands never left your hips, guiding you.
“you’re a natural, sweet thing. fuck yes, so tight…”
his words actually helped, but there was a small twinge of revulsion hiding somewhere in your body you couldn’t locate. yet his grunts and groans overrode your unease. his thumb brushing circles over your clit sparked pleasure within you. his hand sliding up to shove your shirt up off your tits to squeeze them once possessively made you focus on how fucking good he felt inside you.
temporarily. because your brain caught up to the situation and your chin wobbled upon meeting his gaze again. lecherous eyes. carnal smirk. he didn’t care, he just wanted to get into your pants. and he won. then the memories of earlier at home flooded back in despite you keeping up steady pace as you fucked him, his cock impaling you over and over again. tears flooded your eyes and you let out a sharp whimper, fingers flexing against his chest.
ben noticed your weeping.
“… hey, hey. c’mere, doll,” as he pulled you down, flush against his chest. that considerate gesture pushed you over the edge, and you sobbed against his skin, burying your head in his neck. for a moment it felt safe in his arms. one peaceful moment of being held, helped, your back rubbed soothingly.
then he shifted beneath you, adjusting on his bed, bending his knees just so. his arms tightened around you, not consoling- securing. not even that, really. caging. he drove his hips up with a snap, plunging his cock inside you once, hard. then again, making you gasp. then again, establishing a firm pace.
but it only worsened your cries. your face crumpled, fists against his chest. where was there to go? what else was there to do?
he didn’t ignore you. “that’s it, sweetheart, let it out. that’s my girl, let’s fuck all that outta our systems… good girl,” he growled, fucking up into u, relentless. like he was purging himself.
the worst part was.. it felt amazing. you squeezed around his cock and he moaned, deep and gravelly. your sobs were eclipsed by his groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, your head lightly bouncing against his chest with each movement. it was like you were splitting in half. your body there, your mind and emotions elsewhere. so when you came, it came as a surprise to you. you let out a loud, watery cry- only to be overshadowed by his own grunt of pleasure as he followed. his cum filled you up, and he kept his hips up, flexed against you to ensure absolutely no leakage.
a beat passed before he let himself collapse onto his bed, panting, gasping for air. his hands smoothed down your back and he slapped your ass hard- pulling a gasp from you, which made him laugh, before he squeezed it to soothe.
his hoarse voice met your ear. “shh, just relax. you did good, doll… fuck, you know how to make a man happy, sweetheart. seriously. fuck…”
your sobs quieted, but your tears kept flowing, rolling down your cheeks, falling onto his skin. he heard your little kitten sniffles, you obviously weren’t okay. he squeezed the fat of your ass idly, not having much more to say. he suddenly adjusted again, rolling you to lie next to him. this sudden loss of contact made your chest shake with sobs again.
thankfully, his hand settled against your back, holding you against him. his eyes shut and his chest heaved. “stop crying. told you you just needed a good fuck.. hell… you should piss off your folks more often.”
a/n: yea this was inspired. my head hurts im going to sleep i’ll probably edit this a little in the morning and throughout the day i just wanted to post ab soldier boy again. it’s hard not writing the name i personally replaced ben with for him bc i hate the name benjamin but oh well. love u guys gn
In season one, we see that Homelander isn’t doing what he’s doing because ‘Mwha-ha-ha, it’s good to be bad,’ it’s because he’s deeply, deeply traumatised because he was raised like a lab rat and doesn’t understand how to relate to people or other superheroes or anyone in a way that’s functional or what we would deem as normal.
I think he’s always going to be looking for that connection [he had with Madelyn] because he is so deeply alienated from everyone on the planet. So I don’t know that he’ll ever achieve that goal of connecting fully and wholly, but I don’t think the character will ever stop looking for it.
He is, in a sense, the most emotionally vulnerable, neediest, weakest character, one hundred percent, on the show. The eternal dilemma for Homelander is that what he loathes most about himself is his humanity, but that’s also such a strong part of what makes him who he is: that need and that want and that desire to connect with someone or anyone, really. He’s just so isolated. So he’s a whole big bag of contradictions and contrasting ideas. He’s a very, very screwed up dude.
There’s a sense of this guy who’s always been ostracized and disconnected from not only humanity but even other supes because he’s out on his own and this corporate packaged product, who’s based his whole sense of identity in the character of Homelander, while the person inside has been crying out to meet someone that can connect with them, on that level. And then, with Stormfront, he finds that.
Ultimately, one of the key issues for the character is the thing that he craves the most, which is connection and connecting deeply to the thing in himself he hates the most, which is his humanity and vulnerability.
Homelander is irredeemably damaged I think. He’s not without moments of kindness and the odd kind act, but that’s only after he trusts someone implicitly. He has the emotional maturity of about a thirteen-year-old boy so he acts accordingly. But never say never- the great thing about the character is that he can go anywhere.
summary. homelander is coming to talk to his father when he stumbles upon the two of you in bed.
contents. MDNI!!!!! f!reader, s5 spoilers, sub reader, pet names, dark content, ben/reader with homelander pov, voyeurism, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cunnilingus, typical homelander behavior & gross soldier boy behavior, weird family dynamics, homelander god talk, also ben is kinda softish and in love, reader isn't a supe — 2.5k words
notes. i started this like two weeks ago, so it's not exactly compliant with the plot anymore but i'm posting anyway. forgive me if i write homelander poorly </33 i am experimenting
It’s rare that Homelander considers his timing poor—even rarer that he believes his choices are anything but divine intervention, a cosmic hand nudging their worldly God in the right direction.
He’s getting off the elevator when he first questions that belief, wonders what message could possibly be received from the intimate act he’s stumbled upon. A sharp inhale is the first sound he hears; faint enough to be considered normal, but with an undertone of passion that he can’t write off.
He’d only been coming to talk to Soldier Boy—his father—about the V1, about everything that happened at Fort Harmony and the tensions that are spreading like a sickness between them, poisoning the path to Homelander’s destiny. His father is creating too much friction when he’s supposed to be helping, suppressing his hatred instead of being honest.
An apology is going to taste like bile on Homelander’s tongue, but he’s willing to extend something of an olive branch if it will placate Soldier Boy enough to help him find the key to immortality.
That had been his plan, anyway—try and smooth things over with Ben. He just hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon the two of you caught in the throes of passion.
Homelander hears your voice through the walls, high-pitched and loud, his father’s name spewed out like a prayer before ending on a sharp moan.
He knows, immediately, that it’s you on the other side of the door—his father’s sweet little pet, the human that worships Soldier Boy like a god, who has no regard for the heavenly power that Homelander has been gifted with.
You are also the only human in the world that’s getting away with such misplaced devotion.
Homelander licks his lips, tensing his jaw as his eyes itch to burn through the drywall, red flares that will your pretty little head off once his father spills his seed into you. It would be gratifying to knock Soldier Boy down a few pegs, to make him realize that Homelander is the god that humans are supposed to worship, not him. Ben does not have the upper-hand just because his poor, powerless lover has been allowed to live this long.
He considers it; that timeline of events plays out before Homelander’s eyes like a film reel. It would be gratifying, yes, but stupid—the life of one human isn’t worth risking his chance at eternity.
Homelander knows that his father would hate him if he killed you, would see him as something worse than a disappointment, and he’d track down any remaining V1 to destroy it himself.
Not that Homelander thinks he can’t succeed without his father. He can find the V1 on his own, but there’s no reason to create unnecessary obstacles.
Your death can wait a little longer.
“Please, Ben,” Homelander hears you say through the wall, your voice soft, far too gentle for someone like Soldier Boy to love. “Fuck.”
“Yeah? You like that, hm?” There’s a pause, a mocking laugh as his father’s voice deepens. “’Course you do, pretty cunt’s still squeezing my fingers so tightly. Can’t even count the number of times you’ve come, and she still wants more. Dirty girl.”
Homelander considers leaving, but the thought is brief, overshadowed by his growing desire to, somehow, get back at his father. Soldier Boy will be more sorry about what happened back at Fort Harmony if the real force of Homelander’s powers are used against him, if he can find a way to prove he’s misjudged his son yet again.
The desire to kill you erupts once more, but Homelander stays still, silent, assessing the scene from a shadowy advantage like a natural predator.
When another cry leaves your lips, curiosity wins out and Homelander peers through the wall, peeling back the layers with his super-powered vision.
The room is a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, and he grimaces at the bodily fluids he can detect on nearly every surface. His scan of the bedroom is quick, much more dismissive than studious, before he focuses his attention on you and Soldier Boy.
Your cheek is pressed into the bed, head tilted in Homelander’s direction, the view enough to see the pleasure, laced with a hint of pain, that is sketched into the lines of your expression. Exhaustion wears at you, spilled cum is drying on your stomach, but your body still radiates with heat, still beats with need as tears gather at your lashes.
His father’s face is deep in your cunt, fingers stretching your folds as he sucks your clit, hard enough to have your back arching up off the bed. With a gasp, your hands fly to Ben’s hair, lacing through the strands as you tug reactively.
To Homelander’s surprise, Ben doesn’t seem to mind your attempts at control, and he makes a sound in the back of his throat, every word raspy and salacious. “You taste so fucking good. Sweet as candy, aren’t you, doll?” Ben mutters against your skin, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before diving deeper into your cunt.
He pins your other leg onto the mattress, spreading your thighs far enough that every inch of you is exposed to the man before it. It also gives Homelander the perfect view of his father’s tongue deep in your core, slurping up the juices with more passion than he’s ever seen him devote to anything.
Homelander feels himself growing hard, an erection forming steadily in his pants, straining against the tight material of his uniform. He grits his teeth, trying to ignore it, hoping that his hatred for you will cool the conflicting lust he feels.
A few of your nails have cracked, the tips bloody from the way you’d dug them into Ben’s back. Had he been a weaker man, a man without V1 and years of experimentation done on him, there would be long, red lines scratched into his taut muscles.
Instead, the skin is flawless, the dried blood there belonging to you alone. You’re not strong enough to harm him, but Ben doesn’t care, perhaps, even, derives pleasure from how easily he can handle you.
Homelander thinks it’s demeaning that his father is so devoted to you when you’re so weak, when you’re nothing compared to his otherworldly strength. It makes Homelander sick to look at you, to see the hazy affection that clouds Ben’s irises, because that’s his father, and it’s wrong that any love he’s able to muster up should go to such a pathetic creature.
Tears gather at your lashes, and you dig your nails deeper into Ben’s scalp, crying out painfully. “Too much, Ben,” you say, writhing on the bed beneath him, voice wracked with desperation.
No sympathy is spared from Soldier Boy. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t let you free even as the tears fall onto your cheeks, heavy from the overstimulation. Your lips are swollen and parted, saliva coating the corners of them as you take whatever Ben will give you.
For whatever reason, his father is infatuated with you. You aren't special; there’s nothing marginally interesting about you, except for, perhaps, the fact that you aren’t scared of anyone on the Seven, not even Homelander.
You’re still human, though, still sickeningly fragile, and Homelander is beginning to wonder if that’s why Ben is so determined to find the V1, if he has ulterior motives that don’t include giving his son the gift of immortality.
That lights him up with indignation that, for some reason, only goes between his legs. He can’t look away from the scene before him, can’t tear his eyes from the sickeningly sweet affection that has become tangible between the two of you. His father is many things, things that even Homelander can’t figure out, but he is just as starved for adoration and you give it to him tenfold.
He doesn’t understand—can’t understand why your love is so undying. Soldier Boy is no better than Homelander, he is no God, and yet, he has still earned the pure, innocent love of a human, the love that Vought had always promised was Homelander’s birthright.
Frustration rises in him and Homelander palms himself over the suit, suppressing a groan, the pressure relieving only a bit of his lust. He needs to be more careful, needs to find a way to get to the V1 before his father. There’s more room in his heart than Homelander initially believed, and while there’s a slim chance you’d even survive an injection of V1, his father might be foolish enough to try.
Homelander could kill you—he should kill you before it comes to that. He wants his father to see that you’re not worth anything, certainly not worth the world that could be built with their two forces combined. If he can just get you out of the picture, maybe things will be smoother.
Maybe you’re the reason his father keeps turning against him.
The thought flares his eyes red again, threatening and bright, but the color flickers, dies back down into their normal blue as he feels the repulsive want take control. Homelander is too intrigued by the way his father is fucking you, the way his tongue flicks into you, rendering you a mess. He’s never seen Soldier Boy so vulnerable, and though his walls are still high, there’s a softness about him that remains behind these doors.
“Come on, sweetheart, I know you’ve got one more in you.” Ben says, scoffing at the tears running down your cheeks. He is mocking, but gentle at the edges, careful to search for your breaking point. The stamina and strength of a supe is ten times that of a human, and ten times that for someone like Soldier Boy. If he doesn’t want his toy to break, he has to know its limits.
You whimper, closer to pain now than you were before. A choked sob escapes your lips, but your orgasm creeps up on you, your body shaking miserably as it tries to force another one through the painful stimulation.
That’s more gratifying to Homelander than anything—the pain on your face—and he presses his palm to his bulge harder, faster, resting one hand against the wall as he thrusts his hips into the other. He’s careful not to make a sound, though he’s certain Ben’s hearing is not as good as his, and he’s probably high enough to write it off as delusion.
“I-I can’t—” you say, and it would seem miserable if you weren’t breathless, if you didn’t want to come again so badly.
Soldier Boy groans into your cunt, his eyes commanding as he gazes up at you over your hips. The tears falling down your cheeks, onto the bed, are making him harder, his cock swollen between his legs, even though he’d come just minutes before. He drags a hand down the length of it, enough to give him some relief, but not enough to come quite yet.
“You can. You’re close I can feel it.” He traces a soothing, possessive circle on your thigh with his thumb, keeping you steady on the bed. “Touch those pretty tits for me. My girls aren’t getting enough attention.”
You obey without question, lazily dragging your hands up your stomach and onto your chest. The moment your fingertips graze your nipples, you come to the edge of a climax, your voice louder, body more pliant under Ben’s touch.
His father grins, face shiny with your slick as you grope yourself.
Homelander pulses with need, shaking with a silent moan as he watches you play with your breasts. He swallows back the sounds, suppresses the lasers that flick in his irises. You have a nice pair of tits, ones that would look even better swollen, leaking with milk, and briefly, he wonders if his father would share you. You’re just a human, after all, and you could serve a much greater purpose if you devoted yourself to two gods instead of one.
Or, maybe, his father will find a way to fix the mistake he’s made in his lab rat son, to create the child that Homelander apparently isn’t. A better version of him will never exist, and Soldier Boy would be stupid for ever thinking so, even though Homelander knows the thought has crossed his mind, knows that he is too much of a disappointment for Ben to ever try to build the kind of relationship with Homelander that he craves.
The hypotheticals don’t matter because Homelander knows you wouldn’t be a good mother, not to someone of their bloodline. You’d infect any super-abled child with your pathetic human morals, twist their minds until they suppress their powers and try to fit into a world that doesn’t want them.
That is, of course, if the child didn’t tear you apart from the inside-out first.
Homelander grits his teeth, a metallic taste flowing into his mouth as he thinks of it, of watching you grow a baby inside of you that will ultimately be your demise. His breath stutters; he’s pathetically close, but his orgasm doesn’t come until a moment later, when he realizes that his father isn’t half the man he thinks he is, and he’ll never be the God that Homelander is.
Soldier Boy a slave to your pleasure—a weak, measly being—even when he pretends everything he does is for himself. You’re crying, and though Soldier Boy is tugging at himself, he’s not focused on making sure he comes—he wants to break you down, build you back up with his mouth and his hands. Ben wants you to worship him, wants you to see him as a holy figure, wants you to praise him even as he degrades you.
He is controlled by his emotions, too swayed by a pretty face and a sultry tongue.
Unlike his father, Homelander is no longer focused on winning over people’s love, and certainly not the love of one person.
You release one more sob before you come, soaking his father’s face with whatever your body has left to give. His father works you through the orgasm, even though you can hardly move, your eyes shut, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
“That’s my girl,” Soldier Boy says, and he’s so proud, so caring, that it has Homelander spilling into his pants right after you. It lasts for a few seconds, and then relief comes, then the disgusting sensation that settles as the cum dries in his suit.
The realization of what he’s done is not staggering, but it hits him just as his father presses a kiss to your forehead. You’re half passed-out already, eyes closed as your breathing evens out, thighs still sticky with bodily fluids, but you mutter something unintelligible under your breath anyway.
Even with his hearing, Homelander can’t catch the words, but Ben doesn’t seem to understand either. Still, his father gives you something of a smile before leaning over to pluck the joint off of his nightstand, keeping one hand possessively on your thigh. He’s still hard, but for a few minutes he sits there in the quiet of the evening, smoking, before he places the blunt back in the ash tray and moves to take care of the erection himself.
Homelander decides that’s his cue to leave. He can justify watching his father fuck you, but watching only him masturbate over your sleeping body feels like a line he shouldn’t cross.
Sparing one last exhale, Homelander slinks off the floor, hoping that neither of you hear the elevator ding.
thanks for reading, a kiss for all of you. reblog & comments are always appreciated <33 divider by cursed-carmine
soldier boy taking ur virginity would be so mean lol.
mdni, u will be blocked 18+ lil drabble, not rlly proofread as per usual. wc: 1.3k
missionary, obviously. he’d grip your thighs a little too hard as subtle payback as you’re spread out under him, letting his cock impale you, because he’s annoyed with how fucking long this is taking.
you’re probably crying, not regretful but a little humiliated. because he’s making you feel so bad about it. he’d huff and roll his eyes and groan as he adjusts himself above you because his knees are getting tired.
he could just pound into you and be done with it but noo, you need it slow and apparently he’s a gentleman tonight. your little apologies don’t make up for much to him. he’d be such a jerk making it out to be some moral failing of yours that this is getting old.
having to carefully inch his heavy cock inside you, and then immediately pull it back out because you wince and whine and squeeze his wrist and he has to work you open.
he’d sigh sharply, one fist beside your head for support, his other hand gripping the base of his shaft, occasionally dry stroking the neglected inches just to hold him over. he’d sound so mean, “we could’ve been done by now. i could be fuckin’ the neurons outta your noggin but since you don’t wanna stop bein’ a sissy and toughen up… well. this is us.” he nods to his cock as he nudges inside you again, three teasing, tantalizing inches and absolutely no more. yet.
“this is all i get from you,” he shakes his head, scoffing. “fuckin’ pathetic.”
he’s probably genuinely ticked off because he would’ve gone down on you.. but you’re “too shy,” or some shit. and this wouldn’t exactly be planned so.. no lube.
but then hearing him groan in pleasure in your ear, seeing his face soften, watching that wave of fleeting satisfaction hit him as he pushes it in a little deeper, just another inch or two? somehow so worth it. so you’d eventually shut up, or at least try to. you would relax your legs, unclench your fists, take deep breaths as he thrusts in even deeper, slowly pushing through that tight ring of muscles. he’d moan in your ear again and you’d feel your stomach flip.
then he’d shift a little. sit up and hover above you, his big hand slipping to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head up just slightly. he’d lower his face and lick up your tears, humming at the salty taste. his other hand leaves his cock to brush his thumb back and forth across your clit, which makes you gasp and clench, which makes him shudder.
you’d sniffle, a few more tears falling from lingering embarrassment. he tells you to breathe deep one more time and suddenly he pushes in all the way, bottoming out inside u. ur shocked. it’s undeniably painful, but not nearly as bad as it could’ve been- if he didn’t distract you with kisses. your gasp makes him laugh, smoothing a hand over ur stomach to feel the bulge of him inside you.
“well, well. look at that. she’s swallowin’ me whole.”
his cock in u feels.. not right. the intrusion shouldn’t be there. it doesn’t invoke actual fear in you… just more like deep-rooted confusion. you just needed to get used to it, he knew that. that face you’re making? he’d made friends with that.
he’d laugh again, at your little confused pout, looking you over. below him on the old motel bed, your legs spread wide for him, looking and feeling so full and stuffed. “hey, you’re a woman now, sweetheart. time to act like one,” he’d say before dropping the soft act and fucking into you then.
your little cries and whimpers disappear into his mouth when he kisses you again. the pain and pleasure mingle as his thick cock stretches you, brushing every inch of your walls relentlessly.
he’d pull back, sitting up again, gripping your hips to keep you in place as he pushes his dick back and forth inside you. the blush on your cheeks is almost as red as the ring of blood at the base of his cock. another deep laugh, smug and condescending as he swipes a bit of blood off with his thumb. he’d bring it to his lips, just to taste, with an obscene smile as he licked the pad of his finger.
then, he’d bring it to yours, stuffing his thumb in your mouth to stop you from crying. “enough. s’not the end of the world. just some blood.”
… but eventually you get the last laugh when he finishes in less than 15 seconds, his own shocked gasp leaving him at his body’s betrayal, as his cum fills you in jagged, loaded, excited spurts. and then the emotions are swapped. he’s embarrassed, flushed, vulnerable. he’s now panting, huffing, avoiding eye contact, blushing. so when u inevitably grab his shoulder and pull him down again? he goes without protest.
a/n: this was insanely fun to write, i hope soldier boy comes into all of our rooms tn and takes our virginities. again, if some of us don’t have it lmao. i’ve been posting a lot lately let me chill. i’ll definitely have my thoughts on the new ep, this post is scheduled lol. gn luv yall 😳😳
soldier boy × sensitive fem reader smut /minors DNI/ dead dove do not eat
warnings: ben being lowkey misogynistic, dubcon,noncon, dumbification, age gap
you've never been able to contain the faucets in your eyes. ben knew that and always tried to push your limits. you were currently in the process of baking a pie for him. with flour covered hands you began kneading the dough humming to yourself. a wave of excitement washed over you while thinking about how proud ben would be of his pretty wife baking for him.
he approached you "look at daddy's girl taking such good care of her old man. fetch me a glass of bourbon while you're at it." it wasn't that deep but the way he never acknowledged any of your efforts really irriated you "get some yourself, can't you do anything on your own?" his facial expression instantly dropped "what did you just say you little cunt? that's your fucking job as my wife to clean, cook and doll up for me." your throat felt like you just dry swallowed a big pill "god you're such a misogynist..." you muttered under your breath.
a harsh slap stung your cheek. he roughly pulled your hair and directed your gaze at his face. he mocked your pout while looking down at you "aww you're always runnin' that whore mouth of yours huh? bragging like an independent woman but you aren't one sweetheart" you hated him so much and you hated how right he was. you were fully dependent on him, he was three times older than you and you were his housewife after all, your entire life basically revolved around his needs. tears began running down your face and you didn't even try to hide them at this point "god doll, you take things so hard and then fall apart. apologize to me and I won't punish you" you swallowed the lump in your throat "apologize for fucking what? I just wanted to surprise you with a pie and you are acting like an asshole" you argued back with tears in your eyes. he slapped your face again "god what a pathetic cunt I have as a wife. look at you drowning in your own tears while tryn' to talk back. I've been real fuckin' patient till now." he pushed you down on your knees with the force of three horses. your knees scrapped against the floor and he unbuckled his belt "this seems to be the only thing that will shut that whore mouth of yours. maybe this will teach you some respect."
he took out his cock and slapped your face with it. you let out a gasp and he used that opportunity to shove it in your mouth. your glossy lips wrapped around his cock, he grabbed your hair and began thrusting his hips roughly, making you gag. you pulled back trying to catch your breath while saliva dripped down your lips. a second later he roughly shoved his cock down your throat again and held you in that position. his pubes were tickling your nose and you whimpered trying to push away, you could barely breathe. "aww what's the matter hun? you aren't such a tough girl anymore, are you?" your nails were digging into the back of his thighs trying to signal that you need a break, tears were trickling down your face. he smirked down at you and pinched your nose. you began to panic while he laughed down at you "fuckin' crybaby. weren't you talkin' like an independent woman five minutes ago?" your vision was blurry, you were starting to see stars and your ears were ringing to the point you couldn't think anymore.
he eventually let you take a deep breath, you gagged so much to the point you nearly threw up. he slapped your face and directed your face back to his cock "fuckin' useless slut, you aren't even doing anything. I'm puttin' in all the work. is there even a single thought in that dumb little brain of yours?" you whined and looked up at him. a high pitched squeal leaving your mouth as he tugged on your hair harder. his hips thrusted into your mouth like a madman. he leaned his head back and began moaning louder, he was getting close. to your surprise he pulled out at that moment and kept stroking himself. seconds after he came all over your face. he then grabbed your hair lifting you up and pushed your face down in the dough. you let out a cry at the humiliation of it "look at you lookin' all stupid now, such a disgusting whore. get me my drink now." this time you didn't even hesitate and instantly brought him a glass. he sat himself down on the couch manspread "on your hands and knees doll" you did that, completely unsure of what he would do this time. he then put his feet on top of your back "mhm stay still and be a pretty decoration for daddy, doll. you can get back to bakin' later. you only exist for my convenience after all"
Includes: rude!Ben x even ruder!reader, hate sex, rough sex, cursin, raw PiV (wrap it before you tap it), canon typical violence, maybe a bit of cock warming at the end
The request
Sending the two of you together on a mission was the worst thing to ever happen. Getting stabbed or being thrown around by dozens of people had felt better then this. But here you were, everything for the fucking press, cus that’s what it was just a role you had to play until you could drop the act and go back to openly hating Ben the second there wasn’t a camera around.
Now he’s sitting across from your on the couch, the couch that you were sitting on just a minute ago but he just sat down beside you, started talking about how much he actually cannot stand you so you just got up, you couldn’t leave yet tho so you had to endure him just a few hours longer.
„You know what, why don’t you just come over here ’nd just get on your knees huh?“ Ben, in a too serious tone for it to be a joke, says. You slowly turn your head from your phone to face him. „Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think I am?! I‘m not your personal fucking hooker“ you protest while pointing your finger at him to punctuate every word, trying to get it into his head that not every woman wants to blow or fuck him.
„I think you should get off your high horse.“ he say in a calm but somehow so disrespectful tone that it makes your blood boil. You get up and walk over to stand in front of him. Staring down at him you open your mouth to talk again but the only words you get out are „You fucking asshole-“ before he cuts you off by his hand coming down on your ass.
You yelp and just a second later your hand connects with his face, not even a tad as hard as you could’ve slapped him but you alone weren’t planing to let him fly thru a wall. Just trying to teach him at least some manners. But the slap doesn’t seem to help, instead he’s now got this cocky grin on his face.
„You know I’ve kinda liked that.“ he exclaims and pulls you closer by your thigh until your knees hit the couch and you lose your balance. You catch yourself, before falling face first into his lap, by putting your hands out on his chest. You just stay there for a second. You hate him, you really do but the wetness between your thighs is betraying you. And he notices, of course he does. The grin on his face widens and his hand slips between your legs to feel your clothed pussy.
Trying to bite back a moan, using every little bit of will in your body to pull yourself together to not feed his ginormous ego, you stare into his eyes and start to speak again. „You know what fuck your big ass ego. I can’t stand behind around you for more then a minute cus you always gotta say some shit you know that? And-“ but Ben cuts you off as he calmly opens your belt. You want to protest, you want to scream at him where you gets the audacity from but the ache between your legs makes your brain short circuit.
You watch him undo his belt and as his length finally springs free your mouth falls open for a second, he’s big. Like really fucking big. He gives himself a few lazy strokes until he’s ready, you’re still standing over him just watching like someone froze you there. Until he looks up at you. „You gonna stand there and drool or you gonna make yourself useful?“ he asks, or rather demands.
You’re about the protest, tell him how he can go fuck himself but your body works against you. It’s almost like some other part of your brain is controlling you, not the logical part tho. But no you bite your tongue and slide your pants and underwear down in one fast motion. After kicking them to the side you get down on the couch, straddle his legs and line him up with you, using the wetness that’s already gathered between your legs as lube.
Ben lets you do the work, he leans back and watches as you sink down on him. Your face scrunches up further with every inch that you take of him, your mouth falling open before you tightly press your lips together.
When you’re finally all settled down on him the stretch burns at first but after a moment it dulls down a little and Ben takes your hands and uses one of his, much bigger ones, to hold them behind your back. Making it extra difficult to move up and down, but since you’re so desperate for any friction at this point you move. You use all the strength in your legs to move your body up and down, his tip perfectly bruising your cervix.
„You know you could be a much bigger help if you did more then.. well fucking nothing“ you try and convince him to help you a little. But he just answers with a „Nah. You fucking do it. Look like a bitch in heat right now.“ The insult makes you wanna argue again. But you don’t. You’re to focused on moving and chasing this pleasure you so desperately looking for.
„You want more? I‘ll give you more“ he almost makes it sound like a threat but anything he could’ve said would’ve been hot right now. God how you hate your brain. And Ben? Ben snaps his hip upwards, deeper then it felt before. And again and again, at this relentless pace that’s making you let out a bunch of fucked out whines.
He lets go of your arms and you desperately claw at his chest, trying to hold onto anything while also holding yourself up to give him room to pound into you. „Fucking hate you“ you breath out between moans that almost sound like it physically hurt you to enjoy this. Cus it did. But in the best way possible. „Well you’re the slut riding my cock right now, y‘know sweetheart makes you look pretty fucking pathetic.“ Ben respond with this grin on his face that now looks almost fucked out.
It only takes a few more snaps of his hips to get the knot in your stomach ready to snap and of course he notices. It’s the look on your face and the way you clench around him that makes him pick up his pace just a little more. The knot finally snaps and you come right there on his cock. Ben let’s you ride it out and just as your about to whine about it being „too much“ he presses himself impossible deep and shoots warm ropes of cum into you.
Both of you are breathing heavy as you collapse forward onto his chest and mutter something that sounded a lot like „jerk“ to Ben. But he just ignores it and stays buried inside of you for a bit.
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