Hello! I was wondering... kinda cringy but can I request comparing hand sizes with Soldier boy headcanons
Hey love!! ❤️
Aw, it's not cringey. That's actually really cute! Let me see what I can do for you...
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader
Word Count: 500
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only on this one, folks! For some smutty musings on those talented fingers.
Headcanon: The way you love Ben's hands.
You love playing with his hair, slipping your fingers through the soft strands.
But you also love his hands.
Despite the pampered lifestyle he led growing up, Ben is a very tactile person. He likes working with his hands.
You like to catch him when he's cleaning his weapons. He takes them apart and puts them back together expertly. His smooth hands and long fingers glide as they polish metal with a small rag.
You like to watch him try and fail to cook, ultimately burning the eggs. You like the way his hands move quick yet awkward with the wooden spoon scraping across the pan.
(He burns the bacon too. "It's better that way, extra fucking crispy," he grumbles, when you tease him.)
You like the strength in his hands, tempered just for you.
When his fingers brush across your cheek. When they graze your arm absently while something plays on TV. When he comes up behind you and rests a heavy hand at the small of your back. Or when they grip your hips and thighs and ass hard enough to bruise.
When those talented fingers tease you, slipping between your legs and finding the source of your pleasure with ease.
Long fingers slowly dipping inside your wet heat, exploring your inner walls with the practiced patience of a man fully familiar with every part of you.
They know where and how and when to twist and curl, making you utter broken gasps of his name and shudder from deep within.
And Ben gets something he loves: the sound of your voice as you come hard on his fingers, and make it known in his ear...
But sometimes, it's just as simple as laying with him in bed, afterwards, holding one of his hands in yours.
Your fingers trace over each and every one of his, noting the differences of his larger hand in your smaller one. You compare them in your mind: both different versions of smooth, his masculine to your slender. His blunt nails to your longer ones.
One night, you even line up your hand against his, like Tarzan and Jane.
His brows furrow. "The hell're you doing?"
A smile tugs at your lips. "Nothing. You've just got huge hands."
He snorts. "I have a man's hands."
You roll your eyes. Right. But your smile deepens when you bring the back of his hand to your lips. You turn it over and press a sweet kiss into his palm, closing your eyes.
Ben tolerates it.
Or so he'd have you believe.
Really, he just watches you as a tendril of warmth plumes in his chest. His lips hint at a smile.
There are wordless moments when he knows you love him.
He'll probably never tell you out right, but times like these are some of the ones he likes most with you.
They stay in his memory long afterwards. And when the darker ones threaten to cloud his day, he pulls these moments out like old photographs, imprinted on his mind.
AN: Hehe, hope you guys like this one! ❤️
Just so you know, there's a longer SB imagine coming soon (either this coming week or next), and it is ✨Angsty.✨ 😅
I'll probably release an interesting one next. Though the request was a bit niche, I really got into it! So I'm hoping you all will enjoy. It includes reactions from Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben)...
cause i've compared hand sizes with this one friend like multiple times over the past 6 months... and i dunno if im just making things up bc i kinda hope she got a crush on me too
