Two Ways To Love Him

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,709

Summary: There were certain things about the supe she didn't want to accept, they were surprisingly two things love about him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut (not with reader), implied drug use

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and just forgot to post it, but hopefully it's what you were hoping for! Also I was intending for this to be a drabble, but here we are at 1700 words lol This is unbetad, so I'm sorry for any errors I've missed.

It was easy to love his exterior personality, the parts of himself that he showed to the public. The parts of himself that Vought manufactured. The charm, the wit, the subtle cockiness, the smirk, the heroic sacrifices he had made over the decades in each war that occurred, the roughness of his voice laced with the rasp of cigarettes and bourbon. It was easy to love him from afar for many years, knowing that was all it would be. Just a silly admiration for an American hero, the world’s greatest supe. What she felt was real but fleeting, something she knew she’d get over whenever she decided that it was immature and she needed a reality check.

Pure muscle. That’s all you feel under your plump ass as you jerk your body downward again. Muscle and hot flesh; unyielding, immovable. Perfect. 

Ben sneers as your cunt envelopes him. He bares his perfect teeth, shining brightly beneath the newly trimmed beard, and lets out a rusty growl. 

“Knew you’d be an amazing lay…” 

Emerald eyes go cloudy for a split second as your pussy squeezes him tight, but he’s back in a flash, focused on you. He twitches with every bounce but never looks away. He revels in the pleasure on your face, in the way your lips hang open in a silent, trembling cry. The way your eyes roll back every so slightly as you grind down on his cock. The way your skin glistens with tiny beads of sweat. 

Your thighs burn with effort and you lose your pace. You wobble, exhausted, and slap your palms into his firm chest to steady yourself. It feels too good to stop, too amazing to change position, but your body is protesting the ride. 

The chair creeks beneath him as he shifts a bit to the left and bucks his hips up into you. He fits a hand on the back of your neck and holds you there, your spine under his control. Panting, you dig your nails into his shoulders and hang on. 

He laughs devilishly. “Better hurry up and get that second wind… I’m far from done with you.” 

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In Russia, he dreams of you.

He dreams of your face in such detail that it is as if a photo of it is pinned to his eyelids. He tastes you in his sleep. He remembers you even when he does not remember himself. 

In Russia, he understands he was in love. He wonders if he is dead now. Sometimes they wake him up, and there is only Hell. There is ice and the brutal bite of vodka being poured down his throat. There are bullets fired behind his teeth and he chokes on the cordite and the smoke.

“Don’t die, Ben.”

“As if I could...”

A/N: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader. Serious smut. pain kink. ass-play. OH YEAH FILTH BELOW. This gif works lol.

And You Don’t Stop

Ben (Soldier Boy) x F!Reader

444 Words - NSFW

He hasn’t stopped thrusting in what seems like forever and you’re pretty sure you’ll fall apart if he does. His cock is the only thing you can focus on- the only thing holding you together. 

His thick thighs slam against your flesh and you moan loudly knowing there’s no way you’ll be able to walk right in the morning. He’s already taken your ability to think straight and now he’s going for your motor skills as well. 

“You like that?” he growls, bending down to drill his dark green eyes into your being as if one of his powers is mind control. You can feel him digging into your soul and you know there’s no way you’ll ever be able to pry yourself away. 

Ben sees your eyes roll and gives your left tit a squeeze. His touch is rough but his fingertips are smooth, the grip on your nipple surreal. You squeak out a moan and he grins, full of himself and proud.