#soilder boy

[unicornlover729161]

𝐷𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑑

Soldier Boy x fem!reader

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

W/c: 1.1k

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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𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑋𝑥 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑡𝑤 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑌𝐴𝑌𝑌𝑌𝑌

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Current taglist: @needjoekeery @jason-vs-crowbar

Tagged for just this fic: @americanadolls

[spicy30]

STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKKED TONIGHT!

He’s so bad 🤑 just saw him in the newest episode of the boys. RIDE HIM TILL THE V IS OUT OF HIM

Call me Soulja Boy.

[wallsocket5]

Ok i finished the drawing so lets count this as day 1 instead.. (also i will continue to draw until a soilderdeep fanfics comes out too)

[alchemyfreak123]

THE BOYS 5.06 “Though the Heavens Fall” - National Treasure

[sammyquarius]

Imagine being a member of Payback and Soldier Boy hating you at first because of your smart mouth but slowly begins to fall for you

You joined Payback in the summer of 1984 bright-eyed, idealistic, and stupid enough to think Vought actually cared about saving people.

Soldier Boy took one look at you and decided he didn’t like you.

“Another mouthy do-gooder,” he muttered the first day you walked into the briefing room, your uniform too clean, your smile too earnest. “We don’t need a damn mascot.”

You arched a brow. “Funny. I thought you were the mascot.”

The whole room froze. Gunpowder snorted into his drink, and Crimson Countess’s expression curdled instantly. Soldier Boy’s jaw tightened.

“Watch your tone, sweetheart,” he said, voice low. “I’m the reason people know your name.”

“Yeah?” you shot back. “And I’m the reason people still believe in this team.”

He hated that. He hated you.

You were everything he wasn’t — disciplined, self-aware, calm under pressure. When the cameras rolled, you didn’t flex or smirk; you smiled like someone who actually gave a damn. And the public loved it.

You became Vought’s sweetheart. “America’s Angel,” the headlines said.

Soldier Boy hated that, too. Because suddenly, people were asking him to “play nicer” — to stop swearing on TV, to act more like you.

He didn’t know why it got under his skin so much.

During missions, you and he butted heads constantly.

“Stop shooting before I clear the civilians!” “They’ll move if they don’t wanna get hit!” “Christ, do you even listen when people talk?” “Nope.”

But when it counted, you were the one who ran into the fire. You pulled a kid out of a collapsing building once, came out coughing covered in blood and smoke, and still managed to smirk at him.

“See? Not everything’s about body counts.”

That night, for the first time, he didn’t have a comeback.

The shift was slow and barely noticeable.

He started asking for your input during missions. Letting you brief him before interviews. When you walked into a room, his eyes tracked you automatically. He hated when you joked with Gunpowder, when you smiled at a crowd, when other men looked at you too long.

But the worst part? He respected you.

The loud, vulgar, self-proclaimed “American god” actually listened when you talked. You could calm his rages with a single look.

“Don’t be an asshole,” you’d say, arms crossed. And somehow, he’d stop.

Crimson Countess noticed before anyone else did.

She saw the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. The way he stood a little straighter when you entered the room. The way he started turning down her advances, brushing her off after years of casual, careless sex.

“You’re different with her,” she said one night, bitterly, after a mission. He just shrugged. “She’s not you.”

Countess laughed sharp, cruel. “You mean she doesn’t hate herself enough to keep your dick warm?”

He didn’t answer.

He still slept with Countess sometimes out of habit, out of emptiness but even she could tell his mind was elsewhere. He didn’t look at her during, didn’t say her name. He one tie muttered yours. She slap him, call him a bastard, storm off but he didn’t care enough chase her.

You, meanwhile, didn’t notice at first. You had thought the sudden civility meant he’d finally grown up.

He’d started walking you to your car after missions, claiming, “Can’t have America’s Angel getting mugged.” When you teased him “What, you my bodyguard now?” he smirked and said, “Maybe I just like the view.”

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse jumped.

The first time you saw him lose control really lose it was during a hostage op gone wrong. You got cornered, pinned by enemy fire. Before you could blast your way out, Soldier Boy stormed through the wall like a missile, shield first, tearing through gunfire with murderous precision.

When the dust settled, he was shaking. Not from fear from rage. “You could’ve been killed,” he snapped. “I was fine—” “Don’t say that,” he growled, voice breaking. “Don’t you ever—”

He stopped himself, chest heaving, and turned away.

That was when you realized what was really happening.

After that, he was unbearable in a different way. Protective. Subtle, in his own clumsy fashion. You caught him glaring at anyone who flirted with you. You found extra protective gear in your locker military-grade Vought stuff he pretended not to have left. When you thanked him, he’d just grunt, “Yeah, well, can’t have you dying. PR nightmare.”

Crimson Countess hated you for it.

She’d try pick fights on missions, undermine you in interviews, make digs about how “some people think being a good person makes them special.” You never rose to it and were able to end it with a snarky remark that made her even angrier.

You didn’t know that behind closed doors, she’d once spat at Soldier Boy, “She’ll never love you, you know. She sees through you. You’re just a weapon to her.”

He’d gone quiet then — a rare, chilling quiet.

“Maybe,” he’d said. “But she still looks at me like I could be better. You never did.”

By the end of the decade, the cracks in Payback were showing. The Cold War had shifted, Vought was evolving, and heroes were becoming celebrities instead of soldiers.

But whenever the cameras turned off, it was you and Soldier Boy in the empty briefing room arguing, laughing, learning how to exist without the façade.

He’d sit on the table, cigarette dangling, and say, “You’re the only one who ever made me feel like I ain’t just… a brand.”

And you’d smile faintly, answering, “Then try acting like a human being, Soldier Boy. You might like it.”

He never said it, but in his own broken, arrogant way he already did.

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[lolitapinup]

daddy ♡♡ he’s so hott i need himm >⩊<

[samwchsgf]

opened instagram at work and i started jumping up in joy when i saw jensen posted, i know i’m a sam girl but there’s just something about jensen ackles with a beard ughh

[imsojuliaaaa]

Craziest supernatural scene