#soldier boy

[deanwinchestersgirl8734]

[caothiclatina]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH STOOOOPP!!!!

I feel destiel in this chilis tonight

[l1p3k4]

The boys cards 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

"not a threat"

one-shot

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Fem!Reader

Summary: He's warned you about it before. Told you not to tease him. And you just had to run your mouth—had to bring up the way he cuddled you last night, the way he whispered sweet nothings, rubbed your back like you were made of spun glass. And now you’re here.

Warnings: 18+!, language, Ben being a goddamn bully, smut (p in v, fingering, clitoral stimulation, overstim, dirty talk, mocking), I may have missed some.

Word Count: 1,214

A/N: This was born because of this ask. I quite often find myself daydreaming about Ben (and, let's be real, all Jackles characters... oops) being mean in bed in their own ways. It's my kryptonite. Hope y'all like it. <3 All the love.

He fucks like he’s fighting something.

You’ve learned that about him.

There’s nothing pretty about it—at least not at first. It’s teeth and hands and gritted snarls into the crook of your neck. Calloused fingers gripping your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise, the slap of skin against skin echoing like a gunshot through the room. He mutters filth into your ear the whole time—voice rough, breath ragged—words like “mine,” and “take it,” and “don’t you fuckin’ run.”

And you don’t.

You never do.

You take all of it—his weight, his need, the sheer force of him—because you know what comes after.

Because Ben may fuck mean, but he loves soft. Quiet. Reverent.

So when your muscles are trembling and your legs are too spent to move, when your body feels like a battleground and he’s buried deep inside you, moaning against your skin like you’re the only thing keeping him alive—that’s when he shifts.

That’s when he holds you.

He pulls out slow, panting, worn down to nothing. Presses one last kiss to your shoulder like an apology. Rolls over and brings you with him, dragging you to his chest with those huge, bruising arms that suddenly feel like heaven.

You end up curled against him like a lullaby.

And just when your eyes start to flutter closed, your back still raw and humming from the way he pressed you into the mattress, you feel it:

His palm. Warm. Broad. Sliding gently up and down your spine. Slow. Soothing. Like a lull in a storm. Like he’s making sure your heartbeat stays steady beneath his touch.

“Didn’t mean to go so rough,” he mutters into your hair.

You hum. “Yes, you did.”

“…Yeah,” he admits, voice hoarse. “You fuckin’ liked it.”

You nuzzle deeper into his chest. “I like this too.”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just keeps rubbing your back. Tracing lazy circles with his thumb. His lips brush the top of your head. His hand tugs the blanket up around your bare shoulders like you’re something delicate.

“Go to sleep, doll,” he whispers. “I got ya.”

He really does. Always has.

And you wake up sore.

Not the need-an-ice-pack kind of sore, but the fuck-me-that-was-good kind—the kind that lingers in the backs of your thighs and the arch of your spine, reminding you with every little shift of exactly what he did to you.

Ben’s already up. Of course he is. Shirtless, smug, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but boxers and his dog tags, sipping coffee like he didn’t rail you into another dimension last night and then hold you like something breakable.

He glances over when you shuffle in, limping a little, wrapped in one of his t-shirts.

Smirk. Instant. Sinister.

“Well look who survived,” he says, voice thick with satisfaction. “Didn’t think you’d be able to walk.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already smiling. “You act like you’re proud of that.”

He shrugs, sips his coffee. “I am.”

You pad past him, fingers brushing his back on your way to the sink. “Mm. Bold words for a man who spent the rest of the night rubbing my back and whispering sweet nothings into my hair.”

The mug clinks on the counter.

You don’t even have time to blink. He’s on you. Big hands grabbing your hips, spinning you to face him, lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. You yelp, giggling, but the sound dies when his hand slides up your thigh under the hem of the shirt.

“Oh, you wanna fuckin’ tease me?” He growls, voice already thickening with heat. “That what this is?”

You bite your lip. “I just think it’s cute. Mr. Tough Guy playing little spoon—”

His fingers slide through your folds, and fuck, you’re soaked. He grins—wolfish. “Christ. You’re already this wet?”

“You—Ben—”

“From just a little teasing?” He taps your clit, firm. “Or were you hopin’ I’d bully this pretty pussy again?”

You whimper. It’s humiliating.

Which he loves.

“Oh, you like this,” he mutters, two fingers sinking into you without warning. “Givin’ me lip just so I’ll ruin you again. That it?”

You try to shake your head, try to breathe, but his fingers fuck into you slow and deep—then fast, then slow again—keeping you off balance. His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight, just there, grounding you.

“You were talkin’ so much shit a second ago,” he growls. “Where’d that attitude go, sweetheart?”

“B-Ben—please—”

He chuckles, mean and low. “Please what? Say it.”

“Need to come,” you gasp, legs twitching as he presses just right.

“Already?” He tsks. “Fuckin’ pathetic. Not even been up ten minutes.”

But he doesn’t stop.

He's warned you about it before. Told you not to tease him. And you just had to run your mouth—had to bring up the way he cuddled you last night, the way he whispered sweet nothings, rubbed your back like you were made of spun glass.

And now you’re here. Still on the counter. Legs spread. Eyes glassy. A complete fucking mess.

Ben’s got two fingers stuffed so deep inside you, he can feel every flutter of your cunt as you clench and stutter around him. He’s relentless—fucking you with slow, grinding pressure one second, then brutal, fast thrusts the next. Playing your body like it’s just another weapon he knows how to dismantle.

You’re sobbing.

He hasn’t stopped in almost twenty minutes.

“Oh, look at you,” he sneers, grinning down at your flushed, wrecked face. “All that shit you were talkin'—gone the second I spread your legs. Dumb little cunt, huh?”

Your hips jerk, thighs trembling as your next orgasm tears through you, loud and raw and shameful. But he still doesn’t stop. Not even close.

He slaps your pussy, sharp and wet, just to hear you squeal.

“Fuckin’ twitchin’ already? Jesus, sweetheart. What, are you broken now?”

You try to pull away, breath hitching, but he grabs your thigh—forces it back open.

“Nuh uh,” he growls, teeth bared. “You wanted to act smart, now you’re gonna take it.”

His palm presses down hard on your lower belly, forcing his fingers even deeper.

“You got this dumb little smile last night, all smug when I kissed your forehead—like you had somethin’ on me.” He huffs a cruel laugh. “But now look at you. Drippin’ down my fuckin’ hand. You can barely breathe.”

You whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks. It’s too much. He’s too much. Your body can’t decide if it wants to cry or come again.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos, faux-sweet and condescending, “gonna come again? Just from my fingers? That’s all it takes now?”

His fingers crook just right. You scream.

“Goddamn, you’re easy.”

Your orgasm hits like a freight train—violent, messy, completely out of your control. Your body arches, thighs snapping around his wrist, sobs catching in your throat as your vision goes white.

Ben watches with a smug little smirk, eyes locked on your ruined, tearstreaked face.

“Thought you were so fuckin’ clever,” he murmurs, voice dipped in gravel. “Mockin’ me. Teasin’. But this?” He leans close, fingers finally—finally—slipping out of your spent, twitching cunt. “This is what happens when you forget who’s in charge.”

Then he kisses you.

Gentle. Soft. A single press of his lips to yours, like last night’s version of him is still there, hiding under all the bravado, before he pulls back, eyes sharp again.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me for bein’ nice,” he murmurs against your mouth, breath hot. “Or I’ll bully this pussy ’til you can’t walk for real.”

You hum, dazed and aching, head falling to his shoulder.

“That’s not as much of a threat as you think it is, Ben.”

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[angel-fruitcake]

how does anyone work with jensen ackles and not fall in love with him im so serious

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Ready for more Soldier Boy

Mindstorm's Hideout | The Boys 3x07

[soldiersgirl]

priorities, guys

[bedpissercastiel]

little known fact, kripke didnt tell jackles about this and so this is his first time actually seeing that jim plays robert singer in the boys too. upon learning this, jackles proceeded to think he was in a supernatural reboot for about a week of filming. it was really fucked up but he just seemed happier that way so they let him believe it

[emeraldcrs]

there's something in the roman air...

[averagedenjienjoyer0290]

Need this expeditiously 

── ❝ tied him down to my queen bed ❞

pairing! soldier boy x fem!reader

summary! you want to spice up things, so you tie up soldier boy. (Inspired by "Freak" by Doja Cat.)

contents! no plot just porn, established relationship, rough sex, power play, light bondage, kinda sub/dom!soldier boy, degradation, edging/denial, overstimulation, names (sweetheart, doll, brat & bitch), dirty talk, praise & degradation kink, teasing, oral/face sitting (f & m receiving), and probably more; very intense and filthy sexual content so mdni 𖤐 18+ !!

word count! 1.4k

You decided that tonight you wanted to try something different with Ben.

He immediately gave you that sly, bitchy smile of his, not even questioning it. The freak that he is.

But tonight, you wanted to match his freak, do some bad things to him. Spice up his life a little. And that's why you had the big, admired Supe tied down on your queen bed.

The sheets are silk beneath your thighs, black as sin, clinging to your skin like smoke. Soldier Boy is stretched out on his back, arms pulled taut above his head, thick rope biting into his wrists. His chest rises and falls, sweat-slick and heaving, muscles flexing as he tests the restraints. But you tied them well. You made sure of it.

"Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart," he growls, voice deep, ragged. His biceps strain, veins popping, but he’s not getting out of this. "You really think this’ll hold me?"

You hum, trailing your fingers down his chest, nails just sharp enough to sting. "That’s the fun part, isn’t it?"

His jaw tightens, that sharp, stubborn line of his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. You can feel the heat of him, the way his body radiates it, coiled and waiting, just on the edge. His cock is thick and heavy against his stomach, twitching every time your touch ghosts over him without giving him what he wants.

"You really want to tease me, huh? Do you think this will make me love or hate you?" he mutters, his smirk sharp. "Gotta say, doll, if it's the second option, doin’ a damn good job."

You grin, dragging your mouth down his torso, kissing over the old battle wounds. He’s all hard planes and rough edges, but here, tied up beneath you, he’s yours to unravel.

"That so?" you murmur against his skin, breath hot. Your nails scrape down his abs, slow, intentional. He shudders.

His hands twitch in the bindings, but he can’t move. Can’t touch you.

"Goddamn tease," he rasps, his hips jerking when you shift lower, your breath feather-light where he wants it most.

You let the silence stretch, your tongue flicking out, just barely tracing the thick vein running along his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, muscles locking up like steel cables.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he hisses, tugging at the restraints again, but they hold. He’s at your mercy. "Quit playin’."

You tilt your head, lashes low, fingers ghosting up his thighs. "Make me. Oops, that's right, you can't."

The growl that rumbles from his chest is deep, primal. His arms flex, a warning, but he’s stuck right where you want him. Helpless. Desperate.

You take your time, dragging your tongue along the length of him, savoring the way he twitches, curses, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands clench into fists above him, but he can’t do a damn thing about it.

His breathing is rough, labored, the heat rolling off him like a furnace.

"Jesus fuckin’ Christ, woman," he groans, his voice almost breaking when you hollow your cheeks around him, sinking down slowly.

His control is slipping. His cock throbs in your mouth, his hips trying to jerk up, but you press a firm hand against his stomach, holding him down.

"Shit—doll—"

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, lips wet, mouth curved in a wicked little smile. His chest heaves, green eyes burning.

"You’re playin’ a dangerous game," he growls.

"Am I?" your voice drips with sarcasm, you clearly enjoying it too much.

His thighs are trembling beneath your hands, his cock twitching in your grip, veins bulging along his forearms as he fights against the ropes. You’ve got him right where you want him—strung tight, wrecked, teetering on the edge.

And you’re not done yet.

You make the Soldier Boy come apart while you watch it—feel it, in the way his body strains, muscles trembling, sweat rolling down his abs in thin rivulets. His cock is thick, swollen, slick with your spit, twitching against your palm as you stroke him slowly. Agonizing.

You think you've never seen him like this and you even dare to say that maybe he's never been like this.

"You fuckin' brat," he growls, voice wrecked, thick with something dark and desperate. "Untie me, and I swear to God, I'm gonna—"

You pull off him with a filthy pop, licking your lips as you meet his furious, lust-drunk gaze. His wrists are raw where he's tugged at the restraints, his knuckles flexing like he wants to wrap them around your throat and fuck you breathless.

"You’ll what?" You drag your nails down his thighs, pressing just hard enough to sting. "Hurt me?" Your smirk is lazy, teasing. "Wouldn't be the first time."

His chest rises sharply, those thick arms flexing again. "You're fuckin' evil."

You hum in agreement, shifting up his body, dragging your soaked core over the length of him. His whole body jerks at the friction, teeth clenching so tight you think they might crack.

"So goddamn tease," he spits, his voice a guttural rasp. "Bet that little cunt’s already dripping, huh? So fuckin’ greedy."

You rock against him again, slow, deliberately cruel, letting the slick slide off your folds coat every thick inch of his cock. He twitches, the head of it catching against your clit just right, making your breath hitch.

"You wanna find out?" you murmur, rolling your hips again.

His arms yank hard at the ropes. You know he wants to grab you, to flip you over and fuck you so deep you forget your own name, but he can't. You’ve made sure of it.

His nostrils flare, those sharp green eyes locked on where your bodies meet, watching the way you drag yourself over him, the way your slick glistens on his skin.

"Fuck, sweetheart—" His head falls back against the pillows, his hips jerking up like he’s lost control of his own body. "You’re killin’ me."

You smirk, sliding up his torso until you’re straddling his chest, your dripping cunt hovering just above his face. His jaw tightens, nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of you, the heat of you.

"That’s the idea," you purr.

His tongue darts out, hungry, desperate, but you stay just out of reach.

"Goddamn it," he snarls, frustration burning in his eyes. "Sit that pretty little pussy on my fuckin' face before I break these goddamn ropes and do it myself."

Your core clenches at the raw heat in his voice, at the way his fingers are flexing like he’s imagining them buried deep inside you.

"Beg me," you whisper.

His head jerks up, eyes flashing, like he might snap, but then—then his lips curl into something wicked, something sharp.

"Fucking. Please." It’s a growl, low and menacing, but there’s desperation beneath it, an ache he can’t hide.

And that's what you were waiting for.

You sink down onto his mouth, and Soldier Boy groans like a man starved. His tongue drags through your folds, hot and slick, before wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.

"Fuck," you gasp, fingers tangling in his thick hair, holding him in place—not that he needs it. He’s already devouring you, licking into you like he needs it to breathe. "Such a good boy."

His beard scrapes against your thighs, the rough burn mixing with the wet heat of his mouth, sending shivers up your spine. His tongue flicks, curls, fucks into you, and you grind against him, chasing the friction, riding his face like you own it.

His moans are guttural, vibrating against your clit, and you swear you see stars. You feel his hips jerking beneath you, his cock throbbing, untouched, desperate, leaking all over his stomach.

"Shit—" Your breath hitches, body trembling, that coil tightening, tightening, ready to snap.

And then—you pull back.

His head jerks up, lips slick with your arousal, panting like a rabid fucking animal.

"You fuckin' bitch," he growls, yanking at the ropes so hard you almost hear the fibers snap.

You grin, sliding back down his body, pressing your soaked heat against the aching length of his cock. He curses under his breath, head falling back, body tense as a bowstring.

"You gonna behave?" you murmur, dragging your nails over his chest.

His jaw clenches, muscles flexing.

And then—then, in a voice rough and wrecked and furious—

"Fuck no."

And that’s when the ropes snap.

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lina's notes: yeah... I'm so not normal about him. I think this might be the dirtiest thing I've ever written?? idk but I actually felt embarrassed posting this lol I'm not confident at all.

This idea happened because after rewatching the boys I saw an edit of Soldier Boy with this song and wow I already knew what I had to write. Despite everything and me being very insecure, I hope it met you guys expectations and that it messed with you in the best way yk... and that you genuinely enjoyed it!!

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[something-something-sonnschein]

Listen I still firmly hold on to the theory that THE BOYS is just another SPN parallel universe...

[jays-bonnie-on-the-side]

I would fuck him on camera—I mean he looks so handsome in this interview.

[bluemerakis]

LET ME AT HIM LET ME AT HI—

[daylighted]

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[cheynovak]

Four men, One Birthday 🎂

@zepskies I got this amazing request from @deanwinchestersgirl8734 to write you a fanfict from all of us who like you and your fanfics/work. (Including myself)

To honour you I couldn't just choose one character so instead I made 4 small fics.

Happy belated birthday! 🎂

---

** Dean**

The Impala parked at the edge of an empty field outside Lebanon. The stars were bright and unapologetically bold, like Dean Winchester himself.

Alex leaned back on the hood of the car, a greasy burger in one hand, fries in the other. Dean sat next to her, sipping a cold soda, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"This is your idea of a romantic dinner?" she teased, bumping her shoulder into his. "Via cheeseburger?"

"Hey," he said, feigning offense. "This isn't just a cheeseburger. This is the 'Greasy Dan's Ultimate Double Stack'—only served after 10 PM. Limited edition."

She laughed, tossing a fry at him. "And the stars? Was that your plan or just coincidence?"

Dean tilted his head, watching her face glow in the moonlight. "Bit of both. Figured you deserved something quiet. Something real."

Alex went quiet. Sometimes Dean surprised her—not with gifts or gestures—but with presence. With the way he saw her when no one else really did.

"Thanks, Dean," she said softly.

He leaned in, bumping his knee against hers. "Happy Birthday."

---

**Beau**

Alex didn’t expect much when she walked through her front door. Maybe a quiet evening, maybe some takeout—definitely not a burst of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE!” that nearly made her drop her keys.

The house had been transformed—twinkling lights hung like vines from the ceiling, soft music played in the background, and the smell of warm cupcakes lingered in the air.

Beau Arlen stood in the middle of it all, looking proud and a little nervous in that charming cowboy way of his. He wore a button-up that had obviously been ironed with care, and in his hand, a birthday crown that looked like it belonged at a kid’s party.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart,” he said, stepping forward and placing the crown gently on her head.

Alex blinked, overwhelmed. “You did all this?”

He nodded. “Yes m'am. Wanted you to feel special. You’re always thinkin’ about everybody else. Figured someone oughta do the same for you.”

Her eyes shimmered as she took it all in—friends from town, a handmade banner that read *“Alex: One of a Kind”*, and in the corner, a photo booth with props Beau probably didn’t even understand but set up anyway.

Later, when most of the guests had gone, Beau handed her a cupcake topped with a single candle. Just the two of them now, in the quiet after the party.

“Make a wish, beautiful ” he said.

She looked at him, then the candle, and smiled.

---

**Ben**

The day after her birthday, Alex opened her front door to the smell of... something burning.

“Ben?” she called, cautiously stepping inside.

“In the kitchen!” his voice echoed back, followed by a *clang*, a muffled curse, and the sound of something definitely not supposed to sizzle.

She stepped in to find Ben, sleeves rolled up, and a proud (but sweaty) smile on his face—standing beside a table set for two. The centerpiece? A meal that looked like it had fought back.

“Happy... belated birthday?” he said, sheepishly.

Alex raised a brow, crossing her arms “You forgot.”

“I remembered—just, you know, twenty-four hours too late,” he admitted. “But I brought reinforcements.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Inside, nestled in dark blue satin, was a vintage necklace—delicate gold with a small emerald center. Old, but timeless.

“Found it at an antique shop,” he said, voice softer. “Figured something with a little history deserved someone who’s got a hell of a story herself.”

Alex stared at it, touched in that deep, quiet way. “Ben... it’s beautiful.”

He shrugged, then motioned to the plate of whatever-he-tried-to-cook. “Now, the food—uh, don’t hold it against me. I was going for ‘modern man’—but I think we better not eat it.”

She laughed, loud and unfiltered, as she walked over and hugged him tight. 'You’re ridiculous,” she said into his chest.

“Yeah, I know this new man shit his bullshit” he chuckled. “But I’m trying. For you.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, the necklace catching light between them.

“That’s all I wanted.”

---

**Russell**

Alex wasn’t expecting him. Not really. Not after weeks of radio silence and disappearing into whatever shadows Russell called work. But there he was, standing outside her door in his battered leather jacket, hands in his pockets, a little out of place—but unmistakably him.

“Russell?” she blinked.

“Hey,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching into something like a smile. “Didn’t miss it, did I?”

“You’re a few hours late,” she said, teasing. “But I guess I’ll let it slide.”

“I brought something,” he said, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a folded map—real old, worn at the edges, with scribbled notes in the margins. “Marked some spots. Places I thought you might wanna go, for... I don't know a first date?"

She unfolded it slowly. National parks. Hidden diners. Remote stargazing cliffs. Each marked in red ink, with small notes like *‘sunset here’s unreal’* or *‘you’d like the music in this one.’*

“I figured... maybe you’d let me take you. One at a time.”

Alex was quiet, touched in a way she couldn’t quite say out loud. “You made me a road trip?”

Russell shrugged, suddenly looking unsure. “You always talk about wanting to see the world. I figured maybe I could be better at sticking around… if the world was with you.”

She stepped forward, fingers curling into his jacket. “You came all this way... just to see me?"

He looked down at her, voice low. “I don’t do big parties. But I do show up—for you.”

She smiled. “Then you gave me exactly what I wanted.”

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