SCREAM SOLDIER BOY.

SCREAM — SOLDIER BOY.

SUMMARY: In which your little soldier boy reminds you to whom you truly belong to.

FANDOM — THE BOYS.

PAIRING: BEN/SOLDIER BOY X FEM!READER + ASSUMED HOMELANDER X FEM!READER.

WARNINGS — Minors DNI. Language. Violence. Smut. Domination. Rough Sex. 18+.

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“Fuckin' take it, sweetheart. Let him fucking hear who you belong to…”

He wasn't perfect.

“Let him hear how good I make you feel.”

He was ruthless.

“Fuckin' knockoff thinks he can take what's mine…”

He was chaotic.

“I'll fuckin' show him. You're mine, you hear that? I ain't letting you go. Not now, not fuckin' ever.”

He was fucking brutal—and yet despite it all, you loved him all the same. A lingering, yet haunting voice echoed through your mind, nails digging into the firm flesh hovering above you, that you had never stopped loving him.

He was frighteningly beautiful.

“Fuckin' take it…”

You couldn't breathe—gasping for air as he took without question, wreaking havoc upon your trembling body with every snap of his hips, “Scream for him. Beg him to save you. I dare you, sweetheart.”

He wasn't the same.

Yes, he was still as arrogant as he has ever been. Yes, he was still a reckless womanizer with an appetite for chaos, and yet beneath it all, something hauntingly familiar laid beneath the surface—and it threatened to tear you apart. “Jesus,” teeth scraped across the tender flesh of your neck, his pace brutal and fast, “—how can you still be so fuckin' tight? His cock not big enough for you?”

You couldn't move—pain and pleasure ebbing together like the gentle flow of a river finally giving way to the chaotic waves of a roaring ocean, “Look at you, so drunk on my cock.” Fingers tangling in your hair, a pained gasp tore from your lips, “Like it a bit rough, don't you?”

Beard scraping against your cheeks, he places tender kisses all over your face, and something about this moment makes your heart flutter.

Possessive and dominating, your body shuddered, velvet walls contracting in a way that made him hiss, driving him deeper and deeper—a silent scream tumbled from your lips as the head of his cock finally hit a spot that made stars dance across your vision, legs trembling as you desperately sought to hold unto him. “Oh, right there?”

Slowly, deliberately, his thrusts turned into something more sensual, rolling his hips forward, driving you towards the depths of insanity, “Be a good girl and scream for me.”

You did exactly that—his hips now pistoning in and out of your moist cavern like a man drunk on ecstasy, his eyes ablaze with barely restrained rage, “Look at him and tell him who this pussy belongs to…”

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the bloodied form of your comrade, his entire body crumbling beneath the weight of his failure. Never before had you seen him look so utterly defeated, and yet you knew at that moment that there was nothing Homelander could do to save you from the absolute carnage that threatened to devour you.

Not that you needed him to save you, a haunting voice whispered, “Say my name…” He merely grunted against your neck, hoisting you against the wall as he continued to drive into you at a punishing pace, breasts rubbing painfully against his clothed chest, “—say it and I'll show you mercy.”

Nails digging into his neck as you desperately held onto him, a semblance of control washed over you as you murmured his name, his real name, “Ben…”

“What am I to you?” You could feel it coil deep within you, his hips erratic and sharp, “Look at me and tell me.”

Your lips slanted over his, moaning into his mouth as your senses heightened, hips rolling against him, his cock driving into you at such a velocity that it made you mewl, “You're my Ben. My little soldier boy….”

But he was anything but little, a fact of which he reminded you of when he easily lifted you higher, trembling legs wrapping around his waist—holding on a little longer, if only for a few minutes. “That's my girl. Cum for me.”

And without warning, you felt your entire world shatter around you as his fingers, dear God those fingers, ghosted across breasts, before slapping against your sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow circles, and then—he pinched.

“Take it. Let me fill this pretty pussy…”

And as he finally grunted against you, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck, you could barely register the absence of Homelander—too consumed with everything that was your little Soldier Boy.

“You've got another thing coming if you think I'm done with you.”

He was anything but little.

Dean telling Cas he loves him 🤝 Dean telling Cas of course he wanted him to stay: things deleted from the script that change the entire nature of their relationship and Cas's self perception

Girl Next Door

Characters: AU!Dean Winchester x Lawyer!Reader, Benny Lafitte, Sam and Cas (mentioned), Mr. Worthington (OMC), Lisa

Warnings: Angst! Slight fluff, cheating, Alternate Universe plot, Language, some light smut (just in case, only 18+ readers please!)

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: This is my submission for @flamencodiva ‘s “1700 Celebration Challenge”, Congrats sweetie! My prompt was “How, exactly, did you think that having an affair would help our marriage?”. Hope you like it 🤞🏼💜

Y/N: Your Name, Y/E/C: Your Eye Color, Y/F/C: Your Favorite Car

📷 cred: to rightful owners

Elle’s Library/Main Masterlist

Dean Winchester Library

Hey babe, I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make dinner. My boss wants me to stay longer and finish up some stuff for the case we have next month. I swear, I’ll make it up to you. I love you.

You sent the text anxiously, guilt eating away at you. This was the fifth night in a row you had been forced to stay at work, leaving Dean to have dinner by himself yet again.

It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m tired anyway, bad day at work. Let me know when you’re headed home. Love you too.

He’s a saint, you thought to yourself while arranging the documents your boss wanted you to look over.

Even though you’d known Dean for the larger part of your life, having become neighbors at age 12, you’d only been married a year. Some would say the most important year — the one to make or break a marriage. Unfortunately for you, this year would prove to be the most important in your career, as well.

A graduate of Stanford Law School, similar to Dean’s little brother, Sam, you were hard at work in an attempt to make partner at Cole, Smith & Worthington law firm. This meant, however, many late nights and early mornings as well as weekends and holidays that you were forced to cancel on Dean. Despite all this, he never once complained. Dean Winchester was the most loving and supportive husband on earth.

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they literally did that. they ended 13x05 with dean suicidally depressed and doubting his whole reason for existence before finding cas again, against all odds, in a scene they lit exactly like baz’s romeo + juliet. they ended the episode with dean and cas gazing at each other, unspilled tears in their eyes, to steppenwolf’s “it’s never too late.” and then what. 13x06 tombstone, the gayest and most giddy dean has literally ever been. oh i am SICK rn

ok see the THING is. it’s literally THEE trap. it’s not just that cas can’t experience happiness it’s that he realizes that dean won’t either.

so a fun (devastating) parallel emerges: you couldn’t forgive me//of course i forgive you

the one thing i want i know i can’t have//you can have me. of course you can have me.

Only three? I have ALL of them.