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𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 - Request

Summary: After the case with the half naked prison guard, Beau comes home and tells his son about it.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Male Reader

Warnings: Porn With Little Plot, Slight Choking, Cursing, Daddy Kink, Incest, Smut 18+ (NO MINORS).

Word Count: 502

I can hear my dad getting ready for work, it was still relatively early. But I smile, proud of myself when I hear his frustration through the walls at being unable to find his badge. The badge currently beneath my favorite jock strap, the cool metal against by junk, heightening my arousal.

It's not long before I hear him storm down the hall and into my room, pausing at the door. Looking at me blankly before his lips curl into a smirk, his eyes roaming over my skin.

"Something wrong, daddy?" I ask with all the innocence I can muster.

He walks towards me with a small shake of his head.

"I can't find my badge... You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" His voice carries slight sarcasm, his eyes zoning in on my crotch. With that look, I can tell he's spotted it.

"I dunno. Why don't you find out for yourself?" I show him a smirk of my own, laying back on my bed.

But I don't receive a reply as Beau walks even closer, kneeling on the bed between my knees before his body hovers over mine, causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

"You're gonna make me late for work, naughty boy." He mutters as his eyes flood with lust. I watch him snake a hand down my stomach and to the band of my jock strap, sliding underneath it and wrapping his hand around my rapidly growing length.

My head tilts back, a small moan escaping my lips. My hips buck up into his hand for some kind of friction before he began to stroke me slowly.

"Little brat. You always know how to rile me up, don't you?" His replies huskily, leaning down and taking a nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting over with his tongue.

My back arches, shoving my chest into his face when I feel his mouth on me, his hand stroking me a little faster, using my own pre-cum as lube to guide the way.

"Oh fuck... daddy..." My voice coming out strangled, feeling myself right on the edge.

"That's it baby boy. Come for me, All over daddy's hand." His head moving to my ear, nibbling on it gently as I fall over the edge. Releasing my hot load into his fist.

I fall to the bed, panting heavily before I hear Beau chuckle, pulling his hand from my waistband and licking up my mess from his skin.

"My badge wasn't even in there." He speaks after a few seconds, looking slightly confused but still smirking as he looked over my form.

But I can't help but laugh breathlessly at his words and pull out the badge from under my pillow, earning a slight glare from Beau. Who takes it from my hand and scoffs.

"All of that. You really are just a brat."

I don't reply as I just shrug with a small smirk, still proud of myself for riling him up so badly.

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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - Request

Summary: Reader shows his father Soldier Boy just how good he can be.

Pairing: Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Male Reader

Warnings: Bad Language/Cursing, Incest, 18+ (NO MINORS).

Word Count: 847

"There's a good boy... what this mouth was made for." Soldier Boy groans, leaning his head back onto the sofa as he relished in the feel of my skilled mouth wrapped around his cock.

To the public, I was America's Golden child, a young man loved just for being the son of Soldier Boy. But what the public doesn't know is I am just a little slut for my father's cock.

Which is how I ended up here, kneeling between my fathers knees, deepthroating his monster cock, freed of the confinements of his skin tight suit. A start contrast to my naked body.

"Whores don't need clothes." I remember him telling me the first time he asked me to suck his dick. But the sight of him fully dressed made him seem more powerful, having more of an effect on me that I would like to admit.

"You're enjoying this aren't ya?" Ben's voice comes out breathless, full of pleasure. I feel pride swell in my chest that I can make daddy feel this good, happy to be his good little boy and please him whenever he chooses.

I whimper and nod, looking up at him through my eyelashes, mouth stretched around the base of his cock, so deep I can feel it in my throat. I'm glad he helped me repress my gag reflex.

"Yeah you are... Good little cocksucker aren't you?" He grits his teeth, trying to hold in his moans of pleasure against the blowjob he's receiving.

The degrading comments get to my head, my hips bucking instinctively against his newly cleaned boots. My little cock leaking all over them, practically destroying them. I'm already thinking how daddy will punish me for that later, causing me to moan.

Soldier Boy looks down when he feels his son grinding onto his foot and he can't help but smirk, pressing his boot up and helping his son along.

I gasp in pleasure, grinding down harder onto his boot, searching for more of that delicious friction provided.

It ends when Soldier Boy grabs a fistful of my shorter hair, yanking my head back and off his cock, only being connected by a thin string of my saliva. I whimper at the sting as I look up into his eyes, panting heavier now.

"Daddy please..." I can't help but beg, my own arousal aching so bad. I would do anything for some relief.

Soldier Boy hums softly and relents his strong grip on my hair, stroking it instead as he continued to smirk at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You wanna come, baby." He mocks me with a fake pout, his hand moving to my jaw. I nod quickly, wanting nothing more.

Soldier Boy just looks me up and down, pressing his booted foot back into my groin with an almost painful force that I whimper some more, not knowing whether to back away or chase it some more.

"Since you were such a good boy for me this morning, I give you permission to come. But only if you can make me come first."

I listen to his ultimatum, not taking a second to think about it before I swallow his cock back down my throat, doubling my efforts to help him reach his climax. My tongue darting out to tease his balls, knowing daddy is sensitive there.

"There we go... daddy is so close baby boy." I hear my father groan out, by the way his dick hardens a little more and the tight grip he has on my hair proving his words.

Within seconds, my hips grind desperately onto the mans foot before I hear the loud roar of my father coming, before I feel the the flood of cum force it's way down my throat. But I don't pull back, opting to swallow every drop of my father's release, being addicted to the taste since the first drop I swallowed.

"Come on baby... be a dirty boy and come all over daddy's boot." Ben groans out, dick still buried deep into my throat as I finally reach my climax. I moan loud around him as my entire body tenses, ropes of come shooting across his boot and drops landing on his suit. The pearly white visible against the forest green of his pants.

I sit back on my feet, licking my lips to savor the taste of him as I watch my father tuck himself away.

"Dirty boy. I have a damn press conference to do in 10 minutes. Use that fucking cock sucker mouth to clean up your mess."

To anyone, they would have ran away at the sight of his grumpy look. But his anger only turns me on even more as I nod.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

I lean down and kitten lick all my spunk from his suit, closing my eyes so I can't see the proud and smug look of my father's face. The father who loves nothing more than to use me, humiliate me and degrade me. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Incorrect Quotes - SPN P1

Sam: Did you miss me while I was gone? Dean: (Staring at Cas) You were gone?

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Incorrect Quotes - The Boys P1

Y/N: I made this friendship bracelet for you. Soldier Boy: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person. Y/n: You don't have to wear it... Soldier Boy: No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Fuck off.

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Summary: Ben has been being an asshole lately and decides to make it up to you. (NO SMUT)

Pairing: Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language/Cursing.

Word Count: 722

"Will you stop?" I snap at him from where I'm trying to wash the dishes, getting a little distracted as he comes up behind me, pulling my tightly against him.

He just huffs and stands back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What is your problem?" He scowls back at me.

I huff and drop a plate onto the table so hard it almost breaks as I turn to look at him.

"My problem is... we just had a massive dinner and I'm the one who has to do the dishes and clean the house when I feel like dropping to sleep because all you can think of is your cock!"

He clenches his jaw and scoffs a little bit, turning away from me.

"That's not my fucking job! It's the woman's and the last time I checked it was you!"

I take a deep breath, staring at him with tears glazing my eyes, thinking he was getting better at adjusting to the new worlds, only to be brought back to the beginning.

"Screw you!" I argue back through gritted teeth and throw the sponge down too and storm off into the bedroom.

Ben stands there quietly, surprised by your outburst. He feels the guilt rise in him and lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

He knows how much you do for him, despite him being an ass and feels bad for blowing up in your face. Knowing he has to make it up to you somehow.

He looks around the kitchen and living room, looking at all the dirty plates and pots from where they had a joint dinner with Annie and Hughie. He nods again and grabs the sponge, grimacing at washing the wet food off the plates and buzzes around until the entire apartment is clean and he's panting heavily. Surprised by how much effort it took, but glad he did it for you.

He walks into the bedroom and sees you lying on the bed, nose in one of your favourite books. He steps closer and lays down on the bed next to you, grabbing your book and moving it to the nightstand.

I look over at Ben confused, still upset with him so I choose to stay quiet.

He takes a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest, letting out a sigh into your neck as he hugs you close. Whispering into your ear.

"I'm sorry."

I look down at his hand on my waist, taking a deep breath myself as I hear his small apology, knowing that probably took a lot out of him to admit. I smile a little and interlace my fingers with his, leaning into his hold.

"It's okay... I was just tired and didn't feel like doing a deep clean on the kitchen" I reply quietly, feeling his thumb rub my knuckles as he kisses the back of my neck.

"You don't have to. I finished it for you."

That makes me pause, turning over to look at his smirking face a little dumbfounded.

"You... washed the kitchen?"

He chuckles a little at your reaction to him actually getting off his ass and doing something for once, but he doesn't act too smug about it.

"Yes. And FYI, we're getting a dishwasher. Touching wet food from the bowl was nasty." His nose scrunches up, remembering the odd soggy feeling he powered through.

I can't help but laugh at his facial expression, using my hand to cup his cheek, kissing him softly on the lips, sighing softly when I feel him kiss me back. I pull away and barely speak above a whisper.

"Thank you."

He doesn't reply and just pulls you down onto his chest, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you close to him.

"Now no more whining, I'll buy the dishwasher so neither of us have to clean again." He grumbles in his usual grumpy tone, but I notice more of a humored tone than any anger behind it. So I just close my eyes and nuzzle into his chest, enjoying the warmth.

"Goodnight, Ben." I say before closing my eyes, letting sleep take me after the long day.

He hums in reply before kissing your forehead softly, replying in a barely audible tone.

"Night, Doll."

THE END

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𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Summary: Soldier Boy returns to Vought Tower after being awoken from his slumber, wanting nothing more than to join The Seven. Proving he will go to any lengths to get what he wants.

Pairing: Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Homelander

Warnings: 18+ (No Minors), Bad Language/Cursing, Misogynistic Attitude, Incest.

Word Count: 1,121

Homelander sits in his chair in the main meeting room, leaning on his fist as he listens to Ashley go off about something he doesn't give a fuck about, before he hears a loud crash outside and he immediately perks up.

"Sir-" Ashley starts.

"Shut the fuck up and get out!" Homelander cuts her off before he stands up, walking closer to the door before a smug looking Soldier Boy appears, shield in hand and wearing his supe suit. Minus the mask.

"Homelander... the pussy himself. You look more pathetic than your pictures on the wall." He smirks, green eyes running over Homelander in his blue suit and American flag cape.

Homelander clenches his jaw as he stares back at the older man.

"The fuck do you want, Soldier Boy?"

Ben looks him over again, smirk dropping a little as he takes a few steps closer, the slow thumps of his boots against marble following.

"I want to join your team." He states more like a fact than a question, Homelander can't help but admire his boldness.

"Why should I let you?" He scoffs with a smirk back, moving his hands to his hips. Soldier Boy's expression drops to one of anger, lips pulling into a scowl.

"I don't need your fucking permission... I am America's first fucking superhero!"

"Well you aren't anyone. The world doesn't even remember who you are..." Homelander laughs, taking a step closer to Soldier Boy and leveling him with a cold glare, Soldier Boy's face falling into one of hurt, but he quickly tries to conceal it. But Homelander already notices it.

He already has a plan forming in his mind at what he could make the big bad supe do for him, a sly smirk tugging at his lips once again.

"How about this... you do something for me and I might consider letting you join my team."

Soldier Boy watches him suspiciously before he swallows the forming lump in his throat. "What do you want me to do?"

Homelander licks his lips a little, staring at Soldier Boy with his icy blue eyes and gestures to the floor.

"Get on your knees."

The older supes eyes widen a little in surprise before furrowing into a glare. "Fuck, no! I'm not a fucking fag" He snaps back, shoulders tensing in disbelief at the demand.

But Homelander doesn't budge, just shrugging and pulling a mock pitiful expression.

"Then I guess there's no use for you"

Soldier Boy goes silent, his mind running with different thoughts. Ones telling him to run and doesn't deserve to be treated like this. While the others are practically begging him to stay and do what the younger supe says, wanting nothing more than fame and popularity again. He huffs in frustration at himself before he stares at Homelander, dropping his shield to the side and lowering onto his knees.

The action makes Homelander laugh to himself as he removes his red gloves, using one of his hands to thread through Soldier Boys soft hair and tugs his head back.

"What are you fucking waiting for? Get on with it."

Soldier Boy winces at the pull on his hair but remains silent as he moves his shaking hands to the pants of Homelanders suit, grimacing at the obvious bulge underneath before he tugs them down. Homelanders cock springing out freely and hitting Soldier Boys cheek, making him gasp. Homelander smirks as he sees the uncertainty in the other mans eyes, watching how he closes his eyes, taking Homelander in his mouth as deep as he can go.

The younger supe groans, watching Ben's immediate change in attitude when he tastes him, how eager he is to take the cock deeper into his throat and swallow around him. A few seconds go by before he yanks Soldier Boy's mouth away from him by his hair, watching the string of saliva still connecting them before he manhandles Ben over the meeting room table.

"That's enough." Homelander groans into the mans ear when he hears the barely audible whimper coming from him. Feeling a deep satisfaction that the worlds once most strongest supe is willingly being manhandled, waiting to get fucked. Seeing right through his cocky demeanor.

"The fuck are you doing, cocksucker!?" Ben grits out between his teeth, but makes no move to get up from the table as Homelander strips him bare from the waist down.

"I'm going to fuck you and you are going to beg for it. Think of it as the final test to get into MY team."

Soldier Boy pants against the table, letting out a small yelp in surprise as Homelander spits directly onto his entrance, shoving two fingers in knuckle deep.

"FUCK!" Ben lets out a strangled moan, feeling the stretch burn and knowing it's only going to hurt more when he takes Homelanders cock.

The two digits thrust in an out roughly, pressing dangerously close to his sweetspot before they are inevitably pulled out, and replaced with the tip of a cock.

"The fuck did I tell you to do?" Homelander demands, slapping a cheek of Soldier Boys ass to get him to do as he's told.

The other supe just grunts at the hit, but his hole clenches around the tip of the cock inside him and rests his forehead against the cold steel.

"Please... fuck me. I want to join you and the rest of your team." He pants out ashamed of himself, he can't believe he's in this position willingly and wouldn't want to be anywhere else. At his begging, Homelander seems satisfied and sets a brutal pace, fucking in and out of Bens hole with a tight grip on his hips. Soldier Boy does what he can to grip the surface of the table with no use, feeling his body jolting with each thrust, each thrust jabbing directly onto his prostate.

There was no mistaking that Soldier Boy was turned on, feeling his own obvious arousal hardening from between his legs as he gets fucked like a ragdoll.

Before long, Ben can't handle anymore before he clenches down hard onto Homelanders cock, his cock shooting white ropes of his release onto the marble floor below, falling pliant as Homelander doesn't stop, but slows down enough to growl into his ear.

"Welcome to the team Soldier Boy... but I am no where near done with you." He leans back and uses his supe strenght to fuck Soldier Boy into a new level of sensitivity.

Soldier Boys eyes roll into the back of his head, proud of himself for pleasing Homelander, but also proud of himself for getting back into Vought... Even if he has to take a brutal fuck every now and then.

THE END

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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

Summary: Beau Arlen gets a disturbance call to a man terrorizing a woman in an alley... He investigates, only to run into a lookalike with the name of Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Demon Dean Winchester

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Bad language.

Word Count: 3,070

Sheriff Beau Arlen was relaxing in his office chair and playing with a football he keeps nearby before getting interrupted by his phone calling.

He looked over to see it’s his favourite Deputy Hoyt. Beau sighs and answers the call before holding it up to his ear…

“Hoyt? What’s goin’ on?”

“There’s a drunk man outside of Rocky’s bar, in the alley- mid 30s, sandy blonde hair and reputed wearing a red shirt, blue jeans with dark boots. I’m with Cassie and kinda busy, think you can handle it?” She asks hopefully through the speaker.

“I’m on it Hoyt. Leaving now.” He says reluctantly already standing from his chair and leaving his phone on speaker on the table as he fixed his creased shirt and grabbed his cowboy hat.

“You’re the best Beau. I’ll see you later.”

Beau rolled his eyes playfully at his colleagues words and chuckles a little in reply.

“Alright, bye.”

He ends the call and grabs his phone before putting it in his pocket and grabbing his keys, making his way out of the precinct. Not ready for the night ahead of him and what he’s about to encounter.

~~ Rocky’s Bar ~~

The blonde woman looked at the older man with fear in her eyes, his hand holding her neck and squeezing. Her eyes blurring over looking into the pitch black ones staring back at her. With a sly grin on his face.

While the demon leans closer to her face, he pauses at the sound of a police car and the blinding red and blue lights illuminating his face. The smirk remains as he flashed his eyes back to their emerald green and peeks over his shoulder.

“Looks like we got some company.” He whispers to the almost passed out woman in his arms.

Beau exits the car and slams the door shut before heading over to the two in the alley.

“Ok sir, back up. I ain’t gonna ask twice.” He uses his sheriffs voice and a stern look on his face.

The man in the red shirt looks back over at the woman and nods slowly, pursing his lips and he lets go and she drops to her feet. She gasps for breath, scurrying away from Dean and giving Beau and appreciating look before running away.

“Ok now turn around.”

The man holds his hands in the air and turns on his heel slowly with a smug look on his face, quickly dropping when he gets a good look at the Sheriff, who matches his look with a state of shock.

“Well that’s new…” Beau mumbles to himself before clearing his throat.

“What’s your name sir?” He puts his sheriffs voice back into full effect, but not without a hint of confusion.

“Winchester.” A small and sly grin covers his face as he subtly bites his bottom lip and checks out the sheriff. He’s not inexperienced with playing with guys… but the thought of fucking his doppelgänger caused something to stir in his abdomen.

“But you can call me Dean.”

Beau raised a brow at the flirtatious comment but decided to ignore it, cleaning his throat before responding.

“Okay Mr Winchester, I’m gonna need you to come down to the station with me.”

Dean smiles and walks past Beau, nudging his shoulder a little with a quick wink.

“Sure thing, cowboy.” He then hops into the passenger seat of the cruiser.

Beau blinks in surprise and gives himself a minute to compose himself before getting into the driver side.

“Suspects and possible suspects usually sit in the back of the car” Beau jerks a thumb to the backseat.

Dean shrugs and leans into the seat further. “I’m comfortable”

Beau sighs and shakes his head starts the engine up and driving back to the station.

~~ Chapter 2 ~~

The drive back to the station felt like a long one to Beau and it’s only been a couple minutes. He’s sensed the strangers eyes on his since he started the car and not letting up. Beau begins to feel his skin crawl with the intensity on it.

Dean on the other hand seemed quite content. Eyeing the sheriff from top to bottom and loving the cowboy look. He’s always been a sucker for cowboys and the fact it looks like he’s twin hits the jackpot.

He can already imaging the sheriff on his back, Dean probably riding his cock like a pro and wearing the cowboy hat. Maybe the boots if he’s allowed. Because what’s the saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?… But the fantasy cuts short when Beau lets out a nervous laugh.

“Might wanna take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Dean snorts and look away out the front window before crossing his arms and looking back at Beau.

“Why do you look like me?” Dean asks abruptly and fixes his gaze over Beaus entire figure.

Beau looks over at Dean quickly from head to toe before seeing Deans gaze on him, the smirk of knowing Beaus checking him out.

Beau does a double glance back at the strange man before sighing and looking out the front window.

“I don’t know. But to be fair… I have longer hair than you. And I have a beard.”

Dean doesn’t seem amused by the remark and looks away and purses his lips. But he can still feel the man’s gaze over him and smirks a little.

“Don’t be shy sheriff. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Beau snaps his head away with a small blush and clears his throat and pretends like nothing happened. Letting out a silent breath of relief when he sees the station come into view.

~~ In the Station ~~

Dean raises a brow and follows Beau out of the cruiser before he gets stopped with Beaus hand on his chest, he looks down and back up at Beau.

“Hold on buddy. I have to cuff you first.”

He holds up the cuffs with his pointer finger in front of Dean’s face.

Dean can’t help but chuckle and fix him with a seductive look.

“Woah sheriff. Take me to dinner first before cuffing me in place.”

Dean winks at a now flustered Beau. Who didn’t reply to Dean’s remark and clips the cuffs onto Dean’s wrists in front of him. Then standing face to face at a close proximity and Dean staring into the sheriffs eyes looking back at him with an unusual look of lust?

Beau cleared his throat and grabs Deans bicep, pulling him into the station, and into the interrogation room and closing the door behind them.

Dean sat in the chair as he watched with amusement as Beau cuffed him to the table. Knowing he could snap out of them easily.

Beau sits opposite him and crosses his arms on the table before speaking.

“So… What were you doing outside of Rockey’s” Beau leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.

Dean can’t help but smirk and look away before looking back at Beau.

“You know. I have something more fun planned for you.”

Beau is surprised by the look Dean is giving him. Yet he starts to heat up and a slight blush rose on his cheeks.

“Wh-what plans? Are you trying to flirt with me?” Beau smirks in an attempt to compose himself again and get through the interrogation.

Dean doesn’t reply but shrugs.

“We’ll that doesn’t get you out of handcuffs buddy.”

“Who said I want to. I can get out of these easily anyway.” Dean replied casually.

Beau looked smug. “Oh really, how? They’re handcuffs.”

Dean smirks at the sheriffs smugness and leans in closer while remaining eye contact.

“I’m not like anyone else sheriff.” He blinks his eyes and turns them to all black and a sickening grin.

Beau is shocked by the turn of events and jumps out of his chair and backs into the wall.

“What the fuck? What are you?”

Dean laughs a little before snapping the handcuffs off and walks around to Beau, blocking off his exit

“Now sweetheart, let’s not be difficult. I’m a demon get over it.”

“Don’t call me that. Stand back!” Beau pulls his gun out and points aims it at Dean, only for it to be knocked out his hands with ease. Beau looks stunned when that happens until Dean grabs onto the sheriffs hips, pushing him into the wall and covering his body with his own.

“Come on beau. Let’s have a little fun. Ever imagined fucking your own twin?” Dean practically growls into his ear.

Beau is scared at the force of Dean and can’t seem to break free from his grip, so settled with his hands pushing on Deans shoulders.

“No. Now get the fuck off of me!” He tries to shove Dean back and stare to breath heavier.

Dean smirks at the attempts to get him off… none of which succeed.

“Come on… darlin’. I ain’t gonna hurt you, not unless you give me what I want. Then I’ll leave this godforsaken town…” He growls seductively in Beaus ear, with an experimental grind, knowing he has him exactly where he wants him.

“No. Not happening. I should kill you.” Beau spat back at Dean trying to remain calm.

Dean sighs a little disappointed and look back up at Beau. Before fixing him with a sinister look and anger in his eyes.

“You either give me what I want. Or I’ll tear you and everyone in this precinct apart… with my teeth!”

Beau swallows dryly at the lump in his throat, he takes a deep breath and looks back up at Dean. He can’t have the entire precinct dead because of his mistake. He couldn’t live with that. On the other hand… Dean’s comments are getting to him and he’s a little turned on at the manhandling. But he can’t let Dean know he’s enjoying it. Instead he nods slowly and leans his head back into the wall.

“Okay. I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt them, please.”

“Good boy.” Dean smiles, black eyes flickering back to green.

“Get on your knees” he says in a demanding tone. Enough to strike a bit of fear in Beau as he submissively obeys and drops to the floor, Looking up at the all hard muscle body of Dean Winchester.

Dean unbuckles his pants and pulls out his hard dick, angry red and leaking at the tip, stroking himself slowly. Looking down at Beau with smugness.

“Open up. I want you to suck it.”

Beau looks up hesitantly and licks his lips before returning his gaze to the huge cock in front of him. Slowly opening his mouth and putting the tip in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it slowly, enjoying the salty yet sweet pre cum squeezing out.

Beau groans at the taste and his mind blanks as takes Dean deeper before he’s bobbing his head back and forth, moaning softly at the heavy feel on his tongue.

Dean grins at Beaus eagerness to take him deeper and grips Beaus hair and pulls him off his dick, a string of saliva keeping them connected.

“C’mon you can do better than that sweetheart.”

Dean slams himself back into the hot and wet cavern of Beaus mouth, balls deep. Leaving his sac resting against the man’s chin. Beau almost choked at the sudden intrusion in his throat but attempts to stay still and accept it. Relaxing his throat to let it in deeper. Dean gives him a second to adjust before he face fucks him hard and fast, growling from deep within his chest at the pleasure.

Beau struggles to hold himself together and grabs at Deans thighs as his gullet gets pounded. His face is flushed and tears are streaming out of his eyes, making his eyes glow an emerald green.

Dean continues for a little longer before pulling Beaus mouth off of him again, causing a sharp sting on his scalp and making him wince.

“Get up. I ain’t done with you yet.” He blinks his eyes black as he grins down at Beau and licks his top teeth.

Beau coughs wetly with drool down his chin and stands on shaky legs, making hesitant eye contact with Dean. The demon stands stands firm and pulls his belt out his loops, folding it in half.

“Strip.”

Beau is quick to move, he can feel himself hard and constricted in his trousers that it’s difficult to focus, except for the need to come.

“Bend over the table.”

Deans words are sharp and determined, making Beau follow eagerly as he drapes himself over the table, exposing himself to the demons gaze.

“Fuck.” Dean mumbles to himself before grabbing at the sheriff’s cheeks roughly and spreading them apart. Exposing a tight pink hole that winked at him hungrily, which Dean wants nothing more than to feed and destroy.

The older man’s face reddens more out of embarrassment at being touched like this. Having never been touched like this before.

Dean prods a finger at Beaus asshole, almost penetrating it to feel how tight he is.

“Hmm I can tell you’ve never been fucked before, you’re so fucking tight.”

He spits at the hole and shoved a finger in to the knuckle in one move. Beau yelps at the sudden intrusion, clenching down harshly.

“Yeah you’re gonna love this.”

Dean pulls his finger out roughly and pulls the bottle of lube from his jeans, before covering a few fingers in cold lube before adding them one by one. Each one up to the last knuckle until he reaches three, despite resistance. Dean can feel Beau shaking below him, releasing small whimpers of pleasure. He smirks and jabs the tips of the three fingers into the older man’s prostate, earning a loud whorish moan.

Beaus back arches against the table, hips bucking forward at the feeling before falling limply against it. He bites his bottom lip to suppress any noises that hint he’s enjoying this. He should like this. This is… rape? Isn’t it? But he can’t help himself.

“That’s it little Beau. Moan for me, tell me how much you like this” Dean grins in his reply.

Beau can’t help but groan in shame at how right Dean is, putting his head down on the table, hissing as Dean pulls his fingers out his ass, replacing it with the tip of his cock, rubbing it teasingly up and down the sheriffs taint. Before slowly pushing in until only the tips inside. Deans eyes flash to black as he thinks of an idea to make this even worse for Beau, to humiliate him even further.

“Beg Me. Beg me to fuck you.”

Beau tried to even his breath as he freezes, white knuckling the desk. Panting heavily as he rests his forehead against the metal.

“Wait! Wait… please?” He pleads desperately.

Dean rolls his eyes a little and leaves the tip of his cock inside Beau.

“What?”

“Lock the door. I don’t, I don’t want anyone to see.”

Dean sighs as he thinks about it and then steps back, locking the door with an echoey click.

“Thank you. Now fuck me, please!” He grits out through his clenched jaw.

Dean suddenly pushes into Beau in one strong thrust until he’s balls against Beaus ass. Causing the man to shout and grit his teeth harder to not be to loud in fear of the whole precinct hearing.

“Fuck.” he groans as his hole clenches around the sudden intrusion inside him.

Dean stands unaffected, but loving the sudden heat surrounding his cock as he bites his bottom lip and grabs Beaus hips hard enough to leave bruises and sets a brutal pace. The force enough for Beau to keep his hands tightly enough on the table as it rocks against the force of the thrusts. Moaning at each jab to his abused prostate, mind going blank as he lays there to take it, clenching down every now and then at a particular hard thrust.

Dean breathes heavily in pleasure and doesn’t relent as he leans down and pants into Beaus ear, making the older man shiver.

“Fuck. Knew this would feel good. You’re so tight.”

Beau whimpers at the dirty whispers in his ear and starts moaning louder when he feels himself getting close and starts rocking his hips back as much as he can into Deans thrusts.

Dean seems to realise he’s close and stops and pulls himself out of Beau. The sheriff can’t help but let out a disapproving whine at his orgasm being denied, his eyes blur with tears as he mumbles.

“Please. Don’t stop… so close.” He swallows dryly again as he tries to calm his breathing.

“Not yet sweetheart”

The demon manhandles Beau into his back on top of the table. He bends the older man’s legs and rests them on the edge of the desk.

Beau looks up at him, eyes unfocused and mouth open panting lightly. Dean looks down too, licking his bottom lip before he grabs onto Beaus hips and shoved back inside him.

Beau whimpers and can’t help but wrap his legs around Dean to pull him closer, arms wrapped around his neck and he buries his face into it. Dean groans and puts more weight behind his thrusts and pounds into Beau harder. Said man groaning and moaning, begging for more.

“Fuck… Dean…”

Dean growls and leans back, holding his hand around Beaus throat as he angles his hips to attack Beaus prostate. Before they know it… Beaus body tensed, his back arches off the table and he comes with a loud cry. Untouched. Cum flying over his bare chest and Deans shirt.

Dean bares his teeth again and growls at the vice grip beaus hole has on his dick and makes him come deep inside. He thrusts a few more times to milk himself dry and rests himself. Holding himself up by the table before pulling out.

He smirks and takes a step back, his breathing evening out as he looks down at the sheriff half asleep on the table, legs still spread wide and his semen leaking out the used hole.

“That was fun sheriff. Should do this again sometime.”

Dean puts his cock away and zips himself up before unlocking the interrogation room door and leaves.

THE END

[shaypie67]

Masterlist

My works can also be found on AO3 with the same username as here: @shaypie67 :)

Requests

Good Boy (18+)

The Boys

Soldier Boy 1. The Surprise Roomate (18+) - Soldier Boy x Reader

2. Joining The Seven (18+) - Soldier Boy x Homelander 3. From Asshole To Apology - Soldier Boy x Reader Billy Butcher

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Sam Winchester

Big Sky

Beau Arlen 1. Sinful Arrest (18+) - Beau Arlen x Demon Dean Winchester

2. Frisk (18+) - Beau Arlen x Male Reader

[shaypie67]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

Summary: Butcher drops Soldier Boy off at your apartment to hide him after they failed to kill Homelander at Vought Tower.

Pairing: Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

Warnings: Language, Age Gap, Alcohol Consumption, Smoking

Word Count: 1,633

"Come on love... It's just for a few days."

I hear Butcher explain after turning up at my door in the middle of the night, his friend Soldier Boy already barging into my apartment as if he owned the place. "Just try and keep him happy, yeah?" Butcher smirks after whispering to me, I just scowl at him and cross my arms over my chest. "Fine! But I am not sleeping with him just to keep him happy!" I whisper back harshly, turning to look at Soldier Boy from where he leans against my kitchen counter. Smug look on his face with a raised eyebrow. "Don't worry doll... you won't even know I'm here." I just huff and glare at Butcher, but the man just smiles and closed the front door, leaving me alone with the supe. "Don't get your panties in a twist darlin', I ain't gonna bite... Unless you want me to." He throws me a wink before walking into my kitchen and pulling out a bottle of whiskey and nodding happily to himself, taking a huge gulp.

I roll my eyes at his suggestive comment before I follow him into the room with a firm look on my face. "I don't know why Butcher thought it would be a good to leave you here as I only have one bed... so you're sleeping on the couch. Soldier Boy raises his brows in surprise and glances over to the couch and down at himself, before his eyes reach mine again. "No doll, I'm not. I am over 6 feet tall... I'm not sleeping on that tiny ass couch. I'll just sleep in your bed." He smirks a little, his gaze slides down my body and up again approvingly. I can't help the way my breath hitches at the way he checks me out, crossing my arms over my chest to keep myself together. "No you aren't..." My words did not sound as confident as I wanted them to. Soldier Boy drops the glass bottle onto the counter before taking a few steps closer to me, his skin tight suit leaving nothing to the imagination with the way his muscles move underneath. Doesn't take a genius to figure out that this man is ripped. My eyes look higher, finally taking in how tall he is. He meets my eyes with another smirk. "What's wrong princess? A pretty little thing like you should be honored to share a bed with me." "I'm not most women, I don't fall to my knees every time a good looking guy gives me a bit of attention" I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing that's a complete lie. My daddy issues are going haywire right now and would love nothing more than to let Soldier Boy have his way with me, but my pride won't allow it. So I do my best to keep a straight face. "Don't tell me... you're a virgin? No one popped that sweet little cherry of yours, yet?" He leans down to me, his voice dropping to a more huskier tone, eyeing me up and down like a predator hunting it's pray. "I am *not* a virgin thank you..." I try and keep my voice level, but his blunt attitude and lack of space between us is making my brain short-circuit. He smells like weed and whiskey, a hint of leather and I can't stop myself from leaning closer to him, a faint blush painting my cheeks.

He seems to like my reaction to him, his hand moving to my hip and backing me into the wall, caging me in, shoving a muscled thigh between my legs and grinding against my clothed core. The thin fabric of my shorts barely concealing it causing me to let out a soft gasp.

He leans further down, nuzzling his face into my neck so I feel his scruff and lips brush my skin before he whispers into my ear. "No? But I bet your sweet little pussy is as tight as one."

I whimper as his thigh moves higher, my hand moving to thread through his silk locks, my own hips grinding back onto his thigh begging for more friction.

"Why don't we find out?" He groans softly as he slides his free hand down the front of my shorts, two fingers circling around my entrance, fingertips finding how his company is effecting me.

He closes his eyes and starts leaving little kisses and nips up my jaw, whispering breathlessly.

"Fuck... so wet for me already... and I've hardly touched you." I moan softly as he moves his fingers to circle my clit through my shorts, my hand tightening in his hair. Before he shoves the two fingers inside me without warning, causing me to scream out at the sudden intrusion.

He grins slyly into my neck and bites a little harder as he feels my walls clench around his digits, his action turning me on more. "So fucking tight, babygirl. But don't worry, daddy's got you."

Is all the warning I get before he rips his hand away from me and picks me up off the floor, my legs instinctively going around his waist as all my morals fly out the window and all I can think about his him and how he'll feel inside me.

He grips my thighs as he carried me down the hall and all but kicks open my bedroom door, throwing me onto the bed. Crawling over me. "Strip." He demands quickly, eyeing me with his own lust blown eyes, some hair falling over his forehead as he moves to tug off his supe suit.

I freeze as I watch his bare body reveal itself, licking my lips as I see the sight of his arousal. Long and thick, leaking at the tip. He catches me staring and wraps a hand around himself and stroking softly. "Like what you see, doll?" I nod quickly, looking back up at him as I pull my shirt over my head. Soldier Boy watches me carefully, eyes closing on on my breasts as I throw my shirt to the side. He doesn't wait for me to take my shorts off before he pounces, tearing my shorts off me, growling as he does.

The sound of fabric ripping through the air causes me to freeze and a gasp falls from my lips, looking at him through half lidded eyes as he looks down at me, leaning lower and lower before his lips wrap around a nipple, hardening as I feel his tongue and teeth graze over it, his other hand pinching the other. I can't help the soft moans that fall from my lips, my legs around his hips to pull him closer.

He senses my desperate reaction and he pulls off my breasts with a wet pop after repeating the action between the two, crawling higher to cage my head between his hands. I pause in anticipation as I feel his cock hit against my thigh, leaving a small trail of precum in its wake.

"Hurry up..." I whine a little, not being able to hand myself anymore, resorting in me begging him to take me.

Soldier Boy just chuchles, his deep voice making him even sexier as he puts a hand over my throat, his eyes darkening.

"You don't get to make demands. I am the one in control here." He orders firmly, using his free hand to tease my entrance with the tip.

I close my eyes and nod in submission, clenching around nothing as I feel him tease me, the hand around my throat only heightening the pleasure I feel inside me. He watches my reaction closely before he slowly pushes into me, inch by inch until he's all the way to the hilt, eyes rolling into his head at the vice grip strangling him.

My eyes open wide and my hand grabs at his forearm, feeling the thickness of his cock stretching me wider than any man has stretched me before. The wind is knocked out of me, never having someone take me as big as him before.

But he doesn't give me much time to adjust before he starts fucking me with a punishing pace, forcing choked moans out of me at the roughness of his thrusts.

He bury's his face into my neck and pants heavily, my arms and legs wrapping around him as I take in the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"So good babygirl. You take me so well."

His pace becomes sloppy as I sense he's nearing the edge, my own coil in my stomach about to snap at the dirty talk and cruel jabs at my g-spot. "Daddy... so close." I choke out, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as I hold on for the ride.

He moans in response to my nails digging into his back before he slams into me harder, biting down onto my neck and leaving a mark as he paints my insides white. The sudden heat flooding inside me forcing my own climax to hit. Clenching down on him so hard I see stars as I finally fall over the edge.

His thrusts slow down as we both come down from our highs, he finally pulls his face from my neck but makes no attempt to pull out. Instead he pushes himself as deep as he can go and holds himself still.

I look up at him as my orgasm dies down, a lazy smile on my face as I can finally think straight.

"I suppose I won't mind you sleeping in my bed with me." I grin cheekily as I clench around him again.

He can't stop the small scoff falling from his lips and gives my ass a firm slap.

"Damn straight. Brat"

THE END