Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader and/or Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Supernatural/The Boys Crossover! (Name) is a hunter. Rescued and raised by Bobby Singer. Currently living and hunting with Sam and Dean, harboring a secret crush on Dean for years. But living with the pining. On a hunt for a suspected djinn, (Name) gets caught and the dream world she is sent to isn’t so dreamy, and is far too real…and the Dean doppelgänger is giving her more attention than her Dean ever did.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): mentions of past trauma with hints and death, light angst, typical hunting stuff
Word Count: 1640
A/N: so yeah, this idea is happening. I can’t help myself. Enjoy my delusions. This will not follow the plot of either show. This is pure indulgence.
“A Djinn? Are you guys serious?! You know they’re it for me!” (Name) exclaimed.
Sam heaved a sigh of slight annoyance while Dean had the good sense to not show his own. They were hunters, this is what they did. This is what they had to do. But she was right.
They each had a thing they didn’t routinely hunt.
Dean was Hellhounds.
Sam anything to do with clowns.
And for (Name) it was Djinns.
Had been since the day that Bobby singer had plucked her from the rafters she was hung from. Wrists sore and body nearly lifeless. The only one from the group of missing girls to survive.
The only one without a home to go back to.
So he took her with him.
She was only fourteen and had seen too much of the world's horrors. But Bobby taught her how to defend herself. And eventually how to save people.
But every time a hunt for a Djinn came up…she was on edge. They weren’t the most common occurance. Nothing like ghosts, witches, vampires, or werewolves.
But they happened.
And she hated them. They always seemed to target her. Like they could scent that she had once been fed from. Like she was an injured rabbit in front of a coyote.
Or a double bacon cheeseburger in front of Dean.
She heaved a heavy sigh. She knew she couldn’t back out now. Well she could. But she wouldn’t.
She was always so determined to face her fears. And finally be the one to gank one of those freaky bastards.
And the Winchesters knew this.
She relented with her own ego and nodded. “When do we leave?”
—
The car ride was silent, well, as silent as riding in Baby could be. Dean’s tapes hummed lowly in the night. (Name) tired but unable to rest as she watched the rainy darkness outside the window. Sam was slumped over in the passenger seat snoring softly.
Dean was drumming his fingers on the wheel, keeping perfect rhythm with the song that was playing.
“You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he murmured.
(Name) jumped at her thoughts being disturbed. She sighed again. That seemed to be all she could do on Djinn hunts.
“Yeah…I know…but you know I can’t, Dean,” she said.
The elder Winchester nodded. He understood more than he could ever put into words.
They were hunters. Made for this life. Backing down wasn’t in their blood.
“Just know that I won’t look at you differently if you can’t handle it, trust me, we’ve all been there,” he assured her.
The sincerity in his voice had (Name’s) heart fluttering. Dean was always so subtly affectionate. He cared about her. She was part of the team. A hunting partner that he loved.
Just not in the way she often let herself dream of.
Sweetheart was as platonic a nickname to her now as anything. It’s just what he called her. And while she liked it…she often wished that it held more weight than a casual flutter of the tongue.
She leaned back in her seat, finally looking ahead, “I’m gonna gank this bitch if it’s the last thing I do, Dean,” she said.
She was a competent hunter. Everybody who had met her knew that. Raised up and trained up by Bobby Singer, with the occasional help of John Winchester when he dropped by.
God rest his soul.
If god even cared anymore.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Dean agreed enthusiastically.
Their voices were quiet, not wanting to wake the sleeping Sam.
These moments meant the world to (Name). Talking soft with the classic rock humming low, the purr of the Impala’s engine flowing through them, the night their only witness. Just talking like two people. Two hunters. Who understood each other on the deepest level humans could understand each other.
It was these moments that allowed (Name) to dream.
Dream of a life with Dean far away from monsters and the dangers of the dark. If only for a moment. If only for a night. Wrapped up in each other. The only thing that mattered being the moment. Breathless and beautiful.
Something she knew would never happen…but a girl could dream.
—
(Name’s) chest heaved as she threw herself against the door. This abandoned factory farm in the middle of nowhere wasn’t exactly her dream locale to die. Or to lose Sam and Dean. She grunted and took a few steps back before she launched herself at the door again.
Breaking the lock at the top of the door and allowing her to brute force her way inside. It was these moments where she was glad she wasn’t a skinny woman. The chub she carried was useful. And she carried it well.
If she allowed herself a moment of vanity she could say that she looked good. She liked her body. Didn’t even mind her scars.
But right now, she didn’t have time to appreciate her tits or ass. She could only appreciate the way her extra pounds of fat and muscle helped her bust through a locked door to try and save her boys.
They’d tracked the Djinn to this house. And the boys had gone in first to scout the place and rescue any poor souls trapped in the dream world the bastard created while she prepared to kill it when they found it. She had just finished coating her favorite silver blade in lambs blood when she heard the door slam shut.
Now she was in the warehouse where so much death had occurred even before the Djinn took up its residence here.
She was cautious as she paused to listen. It could have been the wind that caused the door to slam like that. But it was too coincidental. So while she was worried about her companions she was also cautious.
She made her way through the warehouse of a barn, eying every shadow. Knowing that the bastard could become invisible. She did her best to steady her breathing.
And before she could find or even out to Sam and Dean for Help she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a cold grip on her arm. She spun around and did her best to jam the blade into the creature before his poison could take hold.
She didn’t know if she’d managed it before the blackness overtook her. She could only home Sam and Dean rescued her soon. She cursed her luck.
—
The benefits of being a hunter who befriended angels, demons, and witches allowed her a charm over herself to know when she was trapped by a Djinn. The only problem was, that only took effect in very specific circumstances. And had never worked before.
And like usual she thought that she had been dragged out of the barn and saved by Sam and Dean, especially hearing a voice she knew so well, calling her Sweetheart.
She groaned as the bright sunlight hit her face. She brought a shaking hand up to cover her closed eyes.
“Hey, you still with us, Sweetheart?” That familiar rich baritone voice that could lull her to sleep or wake her from death said again.
Someone shook her shoulder. The pain radiating from that action was new. He had to have shook the side where the fucker had grabbed her.
“Fuck off Dean,” she grumbled and opened her eyes, hissing at the sunlight’s blinding glare.
That baritone voice chuckled and she registered that it wasn’t just Dean above her, but a couple other people she didn’t recognize.
“Dean?” She questioned again, her eyes zeroing in on the man she recognized, but how long could she have been out for him to grow a full beard?
And why would he? Dean hated facial hair.
“You got me confused with someone else there, Sweetheart,” the lookalike said, “But based on the stars in your eyes I’d said your boyfriend’s a lucky man…if not a stupid fuck…leaving you out here.”
“He’s not my…wait…what the fuck..” (Name) sat up with a pained grunt and looked around.
This wasn’t the abandoned farm. This wasn’t even the right state, she could tell that from the trees around them. Her eyes widened and she cursed again. Pressing the balls of her hands into her eyes.
The Djinn had gotten her.
“Well if he ain’t your boyfriend…how’d you let someone drag you out here?” The man asked her making her look at him again.
He was a perfect doppelgänger, just a few years older, more rugged…so not a shifter. What was this dream world the Djinn had cooked up for her?
This was new.
And now she was pissed. This had to be some sick fucking Djinn or a Djinn working with a demon or witch that had escaped her at some point.
“I’m fucking confused,” she said, “I don’t even know where I am or who the fuck you are or why you’re a goddamn dead ringer for a barely older version of my best friend…so care to fucking elighten me?!”
The group seemed stunned at her mouthing off to the man standing over her. He was the most but he just smirked, a darker one that she was used to hearing from that face. But while she should be afraid, that matched with the laugh he let out made her shiver in ways that if she went to therapy she’d have to work out.
“I’m Ben, but most people just call me Soldier Boy, but I can think of a few things I’d rather you call me, Doll,” he purred.
She finally noticed the bodysuit he wore. The kind a superhero would. Confusion and anxiety now spiked with her anger
One thing was certain…she definitely was a long, long way from home.
A/N: I have such a weakness for aftercare in fics and drabbles! Cross posted from my ao3
Happy wasn’t known for his tenderness. He was a biker. He was rough and harsh. The kind of man that no parent wants their daughter to end up with.
He was a killer.
If you spared him a glance you would never think he had it in him to be gentle.
You would be right of course. Even when it came to life with his old lady, the woman he claimed he loved more than his own life, he wasn’t what one would consider gentle. He didn’t speak sweet nothings into the air whenever he saw her. He didn’t hold hands, he gripped her around the waist possessively. His dark eyes didn’t seem to change and he didn’t smile in public often. Even when her own smile was ever present.
She was soft and sweet most of the time while he was hard and harsh.
To most they made no sense.
Yet she smiled at him whenever she saw him. Hugged onto his arm and pecked his cheek. The only visible gentleness was that he allowed her to do so.
This even extended into their home and sex life.
Happy didn’t make love. He fucked. And he fucked hard.
And truth be told, she enjoyed it.
His rough hands, harsh bites, and even harsher words. The occasional bruises he gave her from a night together worn with pride, just as she wore his crow with pride.
She wouldn’t have married him if she didn’t enjoy how he fucked.
Manhandling her into whatever position he wanted and using her body for his own pleasure. Bringing her immense pleasure in the process. Thighs shaking and bearing the marks of his harsh grip. Voice raw from screaming out her many orgasms of the night. Jelly legs and tear stained cheeks. He would often fuck her like he didn’t care if she got off or not…though, of course, he did, and he knew just how to get her off.
When he was done with using and abusing her body to both their ends was when the gentle side that nobody would believe existed was revealed.
He would encourage her to get into a comfortable position before getting out of bed and going about his usual after sex routine. He would get a cold bottle of water from the fridge and bring it back to her. Opening it and helping her drink a few good swallows, holding her cheek gently while slowly tipping the bottle until she nodded she was okay.
He would then go and grab two warm wash clothes. One to gently wipe away any mascara tear streaks and soothe her slightly red and swollen eyes. The other to carefully clean between her legs and cum from her body if he came on her rather than in her tonight.
After that he would grab her favorite scented body lotion and carefully massage any aches and pains away. His hands which had taken so many lives were so tender with her as he worked her over in a different way. From shoulder to fingers on both arms. From ankle to hip on each leg. Then her back and neck. And sometimes he would wipe the lotion from his hands and gently massage her scalp if he had pulled her hair that night.
The entire time his gravelly voice was used to murmur those secret sweet nothings to her. Praising her for taking him so well. Assuring her that he didn’t mean any degrading comments he made while fucking her. Telling her all the things he loved about her. While he told her he loved her before bed every night, and in subtle quiet ways that only she understood throughout their days, there was something about this moment that truly exemplified that love he felt for her.
He would bring her a snack if she wanted or needed it after the massage, typically something sweet. He would feed it to her, even if she insisted that it wasn’t necessary to do so.
He would help her into a clean pair of panties and one of his t-shirts, her favorite being an old, worn-in SAMTAC shirt. The only one he had left after they moved to Charming together. It reminded her of when they met and he knew it, that was why he kept it. He would hold her then, and run his fingers through her hair while she cuddled closer.
He would tell her he loved her.
And she would tell him.
He would kiss her lips and then her temple and smile softly, his dark eyes warm with that love.
And while she rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, he would talk to her about anything, a new project for his bike or that one really weird customer at the garage or an old story from a run that he could share, until she fell asleep.
Then he would kiss her temple again and drift off himself.
No, Happy Lowman was not known for his tenderness.
He was harsh and cruel.
A killer.
But in these moments, with his woman, he was gentle.
I just picture this whole thing of Liv and Roxanne fighting over him, meanwhile he’s become completely infatuated with a new wrestler who got called up.
Which comes to a boiling point where Dom sabotages both women to help reader.
I just like the idea of him following her around like a lost puppy, absolutely love sick.
I love your style so I know you’ll do a wonderful job no matter what, take your time 💜
Sweethearts
Pairing: Dominik Mystery x Reader
Summary: Based on the request above. I added some backstory between the two. Reader is a baby face and used to be close to Dominik. And when there’s drama in his life somehow they wind up talking, unintentionally dragging her into the mess that is Liv and Roxanne’s fight for dominance over a man who just wants someone to want him for him.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): some angst, some fluff, WWE- cheesiness, WWE-type violence
Word Count: 3303
A/N: I really loved this request when I finally got started the story just came to me easily. I couldn’t help the callbacks I added in. Lol. Sorry it took so long, life got super hectic.
Dominik had a reputation backstage. Everyone knew that. But he was loyal to whoever was his partner at the time. Until they stopped being loyal to him. In any way.
All the confidence and ego wasn’t for nothing.
He was the biggest name in the WWE right now. And everyone wanted a taste.
Which was how Roxanne Perez came into his life. Trying to drive a wedge between him and his steady girl Liv Morgan. But as far as he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t just drop a girl because a new flavor of the month walked by.
He stood by his guarita.
Liv was his girl and no gift of chicken nuggets and a pretty face was gonna sway him.
But Liv, she believed it would. He heard her on the phone one night before they had a promo to shoot saying she wasn’t going to lose him the way she got him.
She legitimately thought that Dominik was the type to run at the first sign of something new. And she was feuding with her once friend now.
Because the friend thought he was up for grabs. When he made sure she knew he wasn’t. But apparently to Liv he was.
So their new feud had him in his head a lot.
Why did Liv believe that he was the type to stray? Or was she getting weirdly possessive like Rhea had?
She knew that was why he’d pulled away and left Rhea. She became overbearing and treated him more like a pet than a partner.
And now Liv was acting the same. It was driving him crazy.
After their promo dissolved into a snapping match ending with her saying that he should know better than to entertain Roxanne even though she was supposed to be their friend and him saying she was acting like Rhea, he stormed off.
He needed some air.
He was outside, breathing in the cool night air. Not wanting to go back inside or back to the hotel. He and Liv were sharing a room this time. And he don’t want to have another argument.
“Trouble in paradise, Mysterio?” A voice piped up from behind him.
He turned and had to bark out a humorless laugh. Standing off to the side was (Name), a wrestler he knew well and had a slight history with. Before Liv, before Rhea, when he was still a baby face wrestling with his dad…there was her.
There were talks about maybe have a soft and sweet romance plot on screen as they got closer. But then he and his dad started to disagree a lot. And he got swept up in the surging tide that was Rhea Ripley. And the Judgement Day.
And that relationship consumed him.
She’d let him go. Become that household name. She always said she didn’t mind being the cult favorite of a select few weirdos. And she’s become just that. She did pretty good on merch sales and there were always fans who wanted to meet her.
She and Dominik had drifted apart once he turned heel. They didn’t have many run ins as her rival at the time was not Rhea. Even though it had been a plan, her trying to appeal to Dominik’s soft spot for her, one he admittedly still had, a shoulder injury took her out for a few months and the storyline was scrapped.
They still were friendly, but didn’t get the chance to talk like this much anymore.
“You can say that, this whole Roxanne business has got Liv on lockdown mode.” He did his best to joke.
“Seems the only one on lockdown here, is you, Mysterio,” she said, “It’s like Rhea 2.0. You are good to them and then once they get their claws into you…they just put you in a trophy case like some prize. I mean…I don’t get it…you ain’t that cute.”
The lighthearted jab added at the end of such brutal honesty earned a real laugh from the recent Intercontinental champion. She smiled at him, enjoying the sound of his genuine laugh again.
“There’s the Dom I remember," she said with a grin, she reached into her bag and pulled out a jolly rancher, she had always carried candy, it was a personal quirk that became a part of her kayfabe, she popped it into her mouth and smile at him, before grabbing another to offer, “It’s Blue Raspberry, your favorite.”
The fact that she remembered that after all this time. Something that seemingly inconsequential had his shoulders feeling lighter. And his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt in years.
He took the candy, “Thanks.” He unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth, “So what else do you remember about me?” He teased back.
(Name) laughed and shook her head, “You’re a hard man to forget shit about, I still got your coffee order down.” She joked before reciting it, “Or does your latest girl not let you drink that anymore?”
Dominik rolled his eyes and once again barked out a humorless laugh, “I am still a grown man, I can drink what I like. But, yeah, I haven’t had that in a while…I always feel like I’m in a rush…getting coffee in the morning.”
He didn’t say it, but it was because Liv didn't like waiting too long if she could help it. Much as she liked fancy drinks she did not want to wait to give any kind of special requests. So he’d had to simplify it.
But what was so complicated about a mocha with a bit of caramel syrup?
Or maybe it was because it was part of his past. With (Name). Her signature vanilla latte with a couple pumps of caramel syrup was well known. She worked out a lot to be able to handle the amount of sugar she liked. But then again…she was the ‘Sweetheart of the WWE’.
Or at least that was her latest moniker due to her gear from the previous Valentine’s Day. Candy heart themed. It was all for fun. But the nickname stuck.
“You know, Dom, you should let yourself enjoy things,” (Name) said and pushed off the wall to walk over to him, standing right in front of her old friend, "You've got the title now, you worked so hard for it. Don’t lose yourself to anyone else. You’re the champ. Girlfriend, best friends, teammates, father…you need to live up to your own standards, not anyone else’s.”
It was a modified version of the same speech she gave him when he told her he was getting tired of being disrespected by his father and their allies in the ring. He felt like he was living in the shadow of a legacy like he hoped to build for himself.
“Says the one not on a team,” he replied with a sarcastic laugh.
She didn’t take it to heart.
“And how’s that team thing working out for you, Mysterio?” She joked, “The Sweetheart doesn’t play well with others. Not anymore. She’s kinda a lemon drop…after Mami took her favorite playmate.” She repeated the words Rhea had used once when they were spouting off pre-match after Dominik’s heel turn.
She poked Dominik’s chest, “Team or not, you support them, they support you, but in the end…it’s you in the ring with your opponent…they do not get to dictate who you’re friends with or who you date…you’re not their chew toy. You’re the draw. At least in my eyes.”
She smiled at him again before they both heard Liv shouting for him. “Time to kiss and make up, Dirty Dom.” She said and reached up to pat his cheek, “If you can, actually treat yourself for winning that belt.”
She turned and walked away, leaving a very confused Dominik behind her. He was frozen. Unable to move.
Liv walked over and grabbed his hand, “Hey look, I know you didn’t mean the Rhea comment,” she assured him and he turned to her, letting her pull him into a kiss.
Hoping she didn’t taste the blue raspberry jolly rancher on his lips.
—
The next week on Raw there was a different kind of tension in the air. It was uncomfortable. Everyone knew that he and Liv had had an argument during the promo shoot. And that Liv and Roxanne had been feuading. But tonight they the two women weren’t arguing. There seemed to be tentative peace in the clubhouse.
But Dominik knew better. He could sense the anger brewing below the surface with both Liv and Roxanne. Liv’s possessiveness was in overdrive. And it was like she was showing off her claim on him at every opportunity.
He was honestly emotionally exhausted. He used to love when she hung off of him. But it never felt like this. Strangling and claiming.
She was being overly affectionate when the cameras were on. But kept making biting comments. About him. About his loyalty. The loyalty he had never broken with her.
But still, she persisted. He didn’t understand the issue until she implied that Roxanne wasn’t the only one that he was eying up as they were walking through the hallways backstage. Walking up on another wrestlers promo spot.
(Name’s) promo spot.
It happens before Dominik could step in to stop it. Liv and Roxanne both came from either side to ambush the other wrestler. On camera. Insinuating she was trying to ‘steal Dominik from me’!
(Name) for her part held her own in the surprise before Dominik could pull Liv away, Finn rushing over to snatch away Roxanne.
“Whoa! What the hell Liv?!” Dominik demanded.
“She’s got her eyes on you now that you’ve got the belt too!” Liv insisted, “I know you gave her the time of day last week!”
“Oh my god, you think I want any part of this drama?!” (Name) exclaimed.
“Is this because of that damn candy?” Dominik asked.
“You tasted like you’d been kissing her! If I lose you to anyone I should at least respect them!” Liv snapped.
This was reminiscent of a custody match Dominik remembered all too well. And it seemed (Name) had the same thought, they always had been on the same wavelength.
“Should we get the ladders out then, Liv? Whoever gets the case gets to call Dirty Dom their own?” (Name) said, rolling her eyes, “Excuse me if I’m not chomping at the bit for that prize. Been there, done that.”
“Excuse me?!” Liv snarled while Roxanne just glared at her.
“Oh, you want me to play, you want the Sweetheart in on this, let’s go, because you forget, before Roxanne who, let’s be honest, isn’t even a contender…” Salacia said, a hand on her cocked out hip, grinning as Finn did his best to hold her back.
She turned to face Liv who had the sourest look in the world on her face. And it seemed like (Name) was revelling in it. Knowing the cameras were on.
“Before there was you, Liv, the one who he turned to, who snatched Dominik’s affections from Mami…and speaking of Ms. Ripley…before Rhea…there was me,” she finished, “So…I don’t need to compete with you…because the only reason Rhea got her claws into him…was because I was out due to family needing me…”
“Oh please, like you’d have stood up to anyone back then!” Roxanne snapped.
“Oh honey, you don’t know me at all, do you?” She asks and stepped up to get in Liv’s face first, “I’m gonna fight you, and I’m gonna win…not to win my ex back…but to show you exactly who the hell I am!” She moved to get in Roxanne’s face next, “You are welcome to join us…I know you’re just desperate for the attention.”
She turned and stormed off not even sparing Dominik a second glance. He could feel the anger and hurt rolling off of his old friend. And all he wanted was to go after her. Be sure she was okay. He waited for the cameras to turn away to let go of Liv.
“Man, what the fuck was that Liv?” He snarled, “Fucking with my friends over some dumb shit you got in your head, over thinking Roxanne had a chance with me. I’m not gonna save you. If you insist on going through with this, if you think that I’m just a chicken tender slut like Rhea calls me…we’re gonna be fucking through.”
He stormed off next. Wanting to blow off some steam. She had one week to decide if she was gonna be ridiculous about this. He couldn’t handle her drama while trying to keep his title.
He was tired of every woman in his life being drama. Whether current partner or wannabe partner. He was sure the only reason that (Name) was entertaining this was on the principle of the matter being jumped like that.
He saw her fuming in the corner, wringing her hands, before digging into her bag and pulling out a piece of gum. He walked over.
“Hey, you good?” He asks.
“They fucking attack me together like they aren’t gonna keep being prissy with each other over you…I mean…you’re a catch but not a prize…” she was honest, “I’m going through with the match, Dominik…don’t try and talk me out of it…I’m gonna drag your Barbie doll by her bottle blonde hair and show her who the hell I am!”
“I forgot what a firecracker you are, Ma,” Dominik said, their old rapport falling from his tongues easily.
She smiled up at him, slightly flirtatious, “Careful Dom, people might actually think you like me. Got a sweet tooth?” She joked
“Maybe I do,” he said with a chuckle.
This felt…right. Like no time had passed. Still with a sigh he had to walk away. He had to see if Liv was gonna be stupid and wrestle (Name). That was never the smart idea.
Neither of them realized that their private moment had been caught on camera. And was already in talks to be part of the promotion for the upcoming triple threat match.
—
Another city. Another Monday. Promos were shot. And accepted. Her comment about Liv being a bottle blonde going viral. She hadn’t planned on that. But maybe the audience needed to know she wasn’t just sugar. She had some spice to her.
Waiting for her entrance music to start she was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Shaking out the nerves that always hit before her music did. She could hold her own in the ring. Everyone knew that. Or should know that.
Liv seemed to have forgotten.
So had Roxanne. But she barely registered to (Name) this was about pride.
—
Over with Liv and Dominik he had ended things earlier in the day in private after she went on ranting and raving about him being hers and only hers and they shouldn’t even be part of the Judgement Day anymore because they were better than them and he should only be around her. He had heard this song before. And he didn’t like it then either. So he broke up with her in their off screen life and was planning on working on breaking their on screen relationship as well.
Needless to say she was pissed at him.
“I told you I wasn’t gonna do this shit again, Liv,” he said, “I broke up with Rhea over this…you know that.” He said to her, “I’m done being your fucking chew toy.”
She wasn’t speaking to him. Just glaring ahead. They had to enter together. Put up a strong front for the cameras. But he had ended that.
She wasn’t ready to admit that it was her fault.
Hers and Roxanne’s.
She had another person to blame. But her main focus was on (Name) now.
—
Liv and Dominik had walked to the ring together. And she kissed him in a show of possession. Maybe if she won this she could convince him to stay. At least publicly she could win him back privately.
Roxanne entered next and the two spat some barbs at each other. Waiting for the music of the third opponent to hit. And it was as energetic as she was.
Bright and light but fierce at the same time. Just like the woman making her way down to the ring. Confident and cheerful. She was going to make a real show of this.
—
The bell rang and Dominik was on the outside of the ring. Doing his best to seem invested in Liv during the match. But his eyes kept wandering to (Name) who was truly holding her own against opponents.
Roxanne said something cutting to Liv about Dom being done with her already. So Liv turned on her and tossed her out of the ring so she could focus on (Name). Who seemed to be really enjoying herself.
They were going toe to toe. Move for move. Dominik was really impressed. She had gotten better in these past few years.
Dominik knew he had to interfere in the match. It was expected of him. There was even a steel chair under the ring just waiting for him.
And Finn was waiting to distract the ref. He turned and nodded at Finn as Liv and Roxanne were both pounding on (Name) again. When (Name) had tossed Roxann into the turnbuckle and kicked her out of the ring only to be caught in a chokehold by Liv.
That’s when Finn rushed out to pretend to interfere. He went for the chair the second the ref’s back was turned. He moved to slide it into the ring as soon as he could.
(Name) reached behind her and grabbed a chunk of Liv’s hair like she said she would and yanked it making her release the hold.
She may be a baby face…but she could fight dirty.
Still when they both saw Dominik with the chair neither expected him to slide the chair right for (Name).
A smirk on his lips as he said loud enough for the cameras to hear. “I said we were done, Liv.”
He knew that if (Name) was caught with the chair she would be disqualified. But he was certain she knew what to do.
She picked it up and waited before pulling a move right out of the old school WWE. Slamming the chair on the mat loudly and, with a wink, tossing it to Liv who caught it on instinct before dropping to the mat like she’d been the one hit.
A perfect homage to one of Eddie Guerrero's signature plays.
The crowd went nuts.
The referee turned around and immediately called for the end of the match due to disqualification. Liv tried to argue as (Name) made a show of needing help from the ring. Dominik kept his distance but watched on with a proud grin.
—
They didn’t see each other that evening after everything was said and done. The entire roster buzzing with the typical gossip that came out after a dramatic match like this.
But the next morning in a Starbucks just outside of the hotel the talent was staying in. While (Name) was scrolling her phone, reading the reactions from the night before. The internet was abuzz with the rumor mill. She didn’t do this often. Only the first day after a match if part of some big storyline had taken place.
And that was one way to put what had happened the night before.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Dominik there, holding two coffees.
“Vanilla latte with two pumps of caramel syrup,” he said with a soft smile, a smile she recognized.
“Wanna join me, catch up, before we gotta fly out,” he asked.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader and/or Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Supernatural/The Boys Crossover! (Name) is a hunter. Rescued and raised by Bobby Singer. Currently living and hunting with Sam and Dean, harboring a secret crush on Dean for years. But living with the pining. On a hunt for a suspected djinn, (Name) gets caught and the dream world she is sent to isn’t so dreamy, and is far too real…and the Dean doppelgänger is giving her more attention than her Dean ever did.
In this chapter: (Name) and Soldier Boy talk, she proves that she is from an entirely different universe and finds out why there are no monsters in this one.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): anxiety, Soldier Boy being his cocky self
Word Count: 1062
A/N: I just felt like this idea made sense. Shorter emotional chapter. Series masterlist to be posted soon.
Of course she was not going to be allowed her own bedroom in this place. Ben found her too interesting for privacy she guessed. Chuckling at how put out she looked when he flat out refused to leave the room for her to change.
So she just sat on an old desk chair with crossed arms. She refused to accept any disrespect. But she knew he wouldn’t let her leave the room unaccompanied and she did not want to deal with whatever the other people were up to.
It was all too confusing.
Somehow she doubted any of them would tell her the truth. And Soldier Boy didn’t seem to care enough about them to lie to her.
“You gonna tell me your name?” He asked with a cocky grin.
“You gonna tell me why you insisted I come here?” She shot back.
“A gorgeous woman pretty much drops outta the sky and I’m supposed to leave her there? Not my style, Sweetheart,” he laughed.
That particular pet name felt like a knife in the gut. It was too much like Dean. Still, she did her best to control her emotions.
“How the hell did you know what a Wraith was?” She asked.
Soldier Boy shrugged, “Met one or two in my time, the first gen Supes, like me, were tasked with eradicating monsters from existence, we managed it,” he said.
“So my entire life’s work is fucking obsolete here,” she snarked.
“You some kind of monster hunter or something?” He asked with barely concealed shock.
“We just say Hunter,” she said more deadpan than usual.
Soldier Boy laughed, a real, deep laugh, the kind that could make your insides twist in delightfully dangerous ways. She didn’t take her eyes off of him. Not wanting to show weakness. And not to mention she didn’t trust him.
She was also certain he could tell.
“I have a feeling you are from a really different place than here,” he said.
“You could say that,” she said, she grabbed her backpack from the and dug through it, she could sense his tension, “Not going for a celestial weapon this time…just…proof that I’m not insane…”
She grabbed the small photo book she kept in her hunting backpack for luck. She was extremely sentimental. Especially for a hunter. She pulled it out.
Flipping past photos from when she was a teen, freshly rescued by Bobby, training to hunt with him, and John, her only real best friend at the time Jo, her time hunting with Garth…to the most recent photos she had of her and her boys.
“Here,” she said standing up and walking two steps to where Ben lounged on the bed.
She turned the photo book around and kept a firm grip on it, nobody, not even the Winchesters got to touch it. It was a photo inside the bunker. Her, Sam, and Dean posing with the map table. Her seated atop it, wearing one of Sam’s old flannels she’d stolen when freezing in a motel a few years prior to the photo being taken. (She had a few of Dean’s as well)
Sam and Dean were on either side of her. Dean had his arm over her shoulder and had just made an awful joke causing her cheeks to be redder than the deepest rouge while she laughed. The smile sparkling in her eyes.
All three of them looked happy, more well rested. Having a home base was (pardon the phrase) a godsend.
Ben’s lazy smile dropped and he sat up staring at the photo. His eyes flicking back up to (Name’s) serious expression.
“That’s me, and my best friends and hunting partners,” she explained, “Sam…and Dean.”
“What the fuck…” Soldier Boy cursed, she hadn’t lied, the kid…Dean, looked like him before the war, before the V.
“We were hunting a Djinn…” she said, his eyes sparked with recognition of the creature, he’d only taken one out when the original Supes were tasked with eradicating all monsters, “But this doesn’t feel like a dream world created by one…I know what that feels like…this is something different…this place is real…you’re real…but I’m not supposed to be here…I don’t think a Djinn can do this…but if hunters don’t exist in this world…”
“You’re trapped until…those two can figure a way to bring you back,” Ben finished for her.
“Exactly,” she said, “I’m not incapable, I can defend myself, I’m not afraid of much, and I don’t really trust you, but I trust them…” her eyes cut to the door, "Even less.”
That statement caused visible shock to cross Soldier Boy’s face. He probed for why.
“Your hand, you purposefully hid what happened, not to protect your ego I don’t think, you don’t trust them, not really, but instead of selling me out…you hid what my blade did…I don’t expect you to be honest about why…but I don’t think it was to have something over me…”
“What makes you figure that, Sweetheart?” He asked.
“You don’t need anything over me, I don’t exist in this world, and from what I can tell…you’re kind of a big deal, huh?” She said making him chuckle, “You could kill me in an instant, and I know that, what use do you have for blackmail over me now?”
“You know, I’ve always liked a smart woman,” he commented, making her roll her eyes, she didn’t think she could believe that, most men in her experience hated how observant she was.
She closed her photo book and held it in her crossed arms, over her heart, reminding her that her life before this was real. Sam and Dean were real. Bobby, Castiel, Gabriel…Jo, Ellen, John, Garth, Crowley…Rowena…they were all real.
But, she was in a new world. One where they weren’t. Not here. And that terrified her more than the man before her did.
“You’re right, I could kill you, I could take everything I wanted from you, before you could get to that weird ass knife of yours,” he said, “I don’t want to…can’t tell you why…you’re…different.”
“That’s one word for it…” she said before sighing and going back to the desk chair and sitting down, the tension draining from her, showing how exhausted she was, “I’m (Name),” she finally broke and told him.
“Well, (Name), welcome to Hell,” Solider Boy joked.
She let out a humorless laugh, “Please…I’ve already been.”
Summary: College AU! Eddie and (Name) have been friends for ages. And after a bad breakup she finds herself crashing on his couch and getting to know his roommate Billy while struggling with her old crush on her old friend.
It had been a day to forget. (Name) was exhausted. She’d been crying on and off for hours. And now she was just exhausted. Her roommate had been sleeping with her ex-boyfriend and was kicking her out. It wasn’t that she still wanted him. They’d broken up months prior. It was the betrayal of someone she thought was her friend choosing a douchebag over her.
She had spent the entire day loading everything she owned into her car. She stopped by the pay phone just outside the apartment complex and called the only persons she was certain would put her up for a little while. Asking if she could crash on the couch for a few days while she worked to find a new place to stay.
And of course he said yes, just as she expected. He’d checked with his roommate and it was fine with him if a friend came to stay for a week or so. Her best friend also promising pizza and beer and to let her bitch as much as she needed.
(Name) breathed a sigh of relief as she drove the route she knew so well. She pulled up outside of his building and grabbed her duffel bag before heading up. Knocking on the door she was shocked to not have her brunette rocker friend answering the door but a blond pretty boy with some light facial hair.
This must be the mysterious roommate she’d never met.
“Hey, um, is Eddie here?” She asked.
“No, he left to pick up a pizza, I’m guessing you’re the friend, didn’t tell me you were a babe,” the blond said eying her up and down.
(Name) scoffed a laugh. She was in a pair of baggy jeans and an old band shirt she had stolen of Eddie’s years ago. She doubted she looked like much of a babe.
“You gonna let me in, Pretty Boy, or do I gotta stand here all night breaking my shoulder, with this damn duffel bag,” she joked.
The young man laughed and let her in, his eyes trailing her body. He knew she had to have one under the baggy clothes she threw on to move. She walked through the apartment like she had been there a dozen times to Eddie's room and tossed her duffel onto his bed. Along with her backpack. She sighed and stretched before kicking the door shut.
She quickly pulled her hair out of the ponytail she’d had it in. She pulled her brush out of her bag and brushed it out with a groan. She caught sight of herself in the mirror on the back of Eddie’s closet door. She looked like she’d just been dumped. And hated it.
She didn’t wanna look like that. Especially around her best friend’s admittedly equally hot roommate. She’d had the hots for Eddie for years. But she never acted on it seriously. Sure they flirted. But she just didn’t wanna lose him as a friend so she just stuck to silly flirting.
But her ex had still hated her having a dude for a best friend. Even when he also bought pot from Eddie. Without knowing of her old crush on her friend. He was just an insecure dude taking it out on her.
She changed out of the grungy jeans and into a pair of denim shorts. A bit more of her usual style but not being too flirtatious.
The quick application of eyeliner and mascara along with touching up her lip gloss though…that was flirtatious. And she was past caring and crying at this point. She didn’t wanna look like she’d been breaking down all day.
She needed to look like herself again.
She walked out of Eddie’s bedroom to see Billy lounging on the couch. Billy looked up and she could feel his eyes trailing up her legs. Pausing on the tattoo on her left thigh of a brightly colored phoenix rising from flames.
“Didn’t know you and Eddie were at the you just having access to his room at all times stage of friends,” he joked after he finished eying her up.
“We’ve had and open door policy since we were sixteen,” (Name) laughed before flopping down next to Billy on the couch, “His uncle was never home and my parents didn’t bother with me, still, he snuck in the window more often than coming through the front door.”
“Oh, such a bad girl, having boys sneak into her room,” Billy flirtatiously teased.
“Boy, it was only ever Eddie…wait one time I let our mutual friend Gareth crash on my floor when he didn’t wanna go home stoned after a smoke session in my back shed…” she laughed, “Eddie brought the good shit that day.”
Billy laughed at how casually she said that. But then again, she assumed, rightly so, that he knew about Eddie’s main side gig of dealing pot to his classmates throughout school. Even though he wasn’t in college with (Name), he was still dealing to her current classmates. He didn’t charge much, but (Name) still got a discount. The only friend of his who ever got one.
The front door to the apartment opened and Eddie entered with two pizzas and a six pack of beer balanced precariously in his grasp. (Name) was quick to get up and help him, wanting to prevent a disaster.
“Thought I saw you car,” Eddie joked.
“Well, I was already packed when I called,” (Name) admitted.
Eddie laughed and carried the pizzas into the kitchen while (Name) carried the beer. It was almost like she knew that he would let her stay with him. And he knew that Billy wouldn’t complain. He knew he was right when he noticed the way Billy was eying up (Name’s) legs and ass in the shorts she was wearing. He couldn’t fight his grin.
It would be a lie to say that Eddie wasn’t into her. He’d been wanting her for years but was happy just having her as a friend. She was one of the few people of the female persuasion who gave him the time of day. Even if they were into him. None of them wanted to be seen with the metal head, pot dealing, pariah. But (Name)? His best friend, (Name) she didn’t care.
She would fight the old gods and the new herself to defend him. She would fight and Big Bad Evil Guy a D&D campaign could hold in real life only armed with her Bardic wit and a rock…and win…to be certain he was okay.
And he would do the same for her.
Hell, she made him brave. The confidence she had in him. And he wasn’t gonna let that go if he just started thinking with his dick all of a sudden.
But if she ever wanted to take that next step, oh would he be down for it. But only if it was for keeps. Oh who was he kidding he would take just a kiss and be happy. Because at least he got to kiss her once.
But she was dealing with something raw right now, he wasn’t gonna press his luck.
“So I got one pepperoni and sausage and one with double pepperoni,” He said, “Got a cup of their wing ranch for you to dip if you want.”
(Name) just grinned, glad to finally be around someone who knew her so well.
—
(Name) had been staying with Eddie and Billy for around a month instead of the week she was supposed to. But every time she thought she found a place something came up and ruined it. But it wasn’t like either guy was eager for her to leave. She and Billy were getting along better than any of them expected.
She’d even been flirting with him the same way she flirted with Eddie sometimes. And she was flirting with them both…a lot lately.
Billy seemed even more like a preening peacock when she sent him a flirtatious smile. Even though everyone was certain she were playing around.
Truth be told, she would be happy to be with either man. But there was no way that (Name) would pick between them. They were so sexy in their own ways and some similar ones.
Eddie with his dorky yet charming ways. That bright, real smile of his. The way he got so excited when talking about the things he liked. That long brown hair that while messy was always cleaned and cared for. His body wasn’t exactly well muscled but his arms were strong from how often he had to lug gear to and from both practice and gigs. How his brown eyes sparkled when he was looking at her.
Billy, on the other hand, had a certain charm of his own. An ego for sure, but there was enough sincerity to his complements that she could handle a little cockiness. His blond mullet fit his surfer boy past. Tanned body that he obviously worked to keep toned. His smirking smile could make any young woman weak in the knees. And how his blue eyes shone with mischief was intense.
They both were their own version of a bad boy. Bad news. The kinda guy no chick’s parents wanted her to bring home. Metal loving, tattooed, ne’er do wells.
Just (Name’s) type, if she were honest.
The newly formed trio were just enjoying a night at home, watching a shitty b horror movie on TV and giving their color commentary when (Name) absentmindedly leaned over onto Billy’s shoulder the same way she did to Eddie all the time. A subtle affection the blond wasn’t used to.
Eddie watched the moment with a raised brow, “So Billy has been promoted to pillow, huh?” He joked.
“Guess so,” (Name) shrugged, blushing a bit.
“Don’t see me complaining,” Billy joked.
The tension in the air began subtly now. The desire for them burned like hellfire in her belly. And their desire for her thrummed through their veins like a bitchin guitar solo or roaring waves.
(Name) brought her legs up onto the couch curled under her slightly only for one of Eddie’s hands to casually begin running along her calf. His cold rings making her shiver. But they weren’t the only reason. She bit her lip. This moment was so strangely intimate she was afraid to breathe or it would go away. Especially as Billy’s arm was around her now, fingers tracing patterns on her bicep.
When the movie ended the three didn’t break apart like one would expect them to. No, they wanted to stay that way. For just a little longer.
Eddie was actually the one to be bold enough to speak first, "Comfortable?" He asked her.
“Very,” she giggled, “Been too long since I was this comfortable.”
“What else has it been too long since?” Eddie asked suspiciously casual.
She knew what he was alluding to. Her drunken bitching the other week that even before she dumped her cheating ex she hadn't had an orgasm caused by another person. She cut her eyes to him. Just what was he up to?
“Weird way to proposition a girl, Eds,” she snarked, “When I’m literally cuddled up between you and another man.”
Eddie chuckled, "I'm just saying I’m not the one going on and on that their ex never went down on them unless you asked…multiple times.” He teased.
Her face had to be radiating the heat from her blushing at his words. Especially feeling Billy chuckling softly under her head.
“What the fuck were you doing with a bitch like that?” Billy asked her.
“He wasn’t that selfish at first,” she sighed, “But it was like the second he got his claws into me he stopped wanting to get me off.”
Eddie chuckled and ran his hand further up her leg, his rings making her shiver even more as he massaged her soft skin.
“Still, why are you bringing it up now?” She asked Eddie.
The guitarist shrugged before smiling deviously at her, “Probably because I know for a fact pretty boy over there has been eying you up just as much as I do.” He quipped.
That made her freeze and she could feel the smugness rolling off of both men. Eddie hadn’t always had this confidence and ego. But getting out of Hawkins had helped. And now he was using it against her, and roping Billy into it. She was done for.
Because if she got hold of them now she wouldn’t wanna let them go.
“I don’t fool around with my friends, Eddie, you know that,” she tried to protest.
“What if I wasn’t saying that you and I would only be fooling around?” Eddie countered.
“Just you and I? That why you brought it up now?” She asked.
“I’m not the dating type, sweetheart,” Billy joked, “But I’m cool with being a third when invited.”
(Name’s) cheeks were scorching by now. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I mean, you’ve earned the orgasms, putting up with all that bullshit,” Billy added.
“Weird way to start a relationship,” she joked, still not denying that she wanted this.
Eddie grinned, “I never do anything the typical way,” he joked, “Still not a no.”
(Name) sat up and looked between both young men. They were eyeing her too. Gauging her reaction. It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t excited by the idea of even once having the attention of both Eddie and Billy. But the idea of having Eddie all to herself afterwards. Of finally, finally, being his girl. That had her heart pounding.
But she’d never risked her heart like this before. She was scared to give into lust and lose everything. Her friends. Her chance at love with probably the one guy she would always trust.
It was that trust that she relied on now. The fact that Eddie had never lied to her. The sincerity in his brown eyes.
She stood up off the couch, “Not on the couch,” was all she said with a small smile before turning and heading towards Eddie’s room, where she slept half the time anyway.
When he was gone she crashed on his bed. She didn’t see the look passing between the young men but she could feel the heat from their gaze as she walked away. They quickly got up to follow her.
Billy was honest, he didn’t want a relationship with her, but he knew Eddie did. He was shocked at the invite. But then again, he and the guitarist had shared the occasional hook up before. He could bet this might become a regular thing if tonight went well. And he didn’t mind that. No feelings, but the trust between the three people in this apartment.
Eddie caught up to (Name) first and pulled her close, crashing his lips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. She’d been craving this kiss for ages. And to finally have it was amazing. She kissed him for a long moment before pulling back and leading the boys into Eddie’s room. Both eagerly follow her.
She went to strip her shirt off when Eddie stopped her, “Let us take care of you tonight,” he said, “You deserve those orgasms your ex refused to give you.”
(Name’s) cheeks were flushed but she nodded. She wanted this. She needed this. She felt Billy come up behind her, his hot hands on her hips.
“We can definitely give you plenty,” he promised before leaning in and leaving hot, open mouthed kisses along her neck.
(Name) tilted her head to the side, a sighing moan escaping her at the physical affection. She hadn’t been touched properly in so long. She needed this. Eddie watched Billy, as his hands began to wander (Name’s) body, groping her hips and under her shirt. All while his mouth explored her neck.
She didn’t hold back on her sounds of appreciation. Moaning and sighing from the blond’s touch. Eyes slipping shut. Billy’s hands certainly knew how to work a girl up. She moved one hand to reach behind her and grasp onto his blond mullet. The curls were soft and felt good to grip onto.
Her eyes landed on Eddie when she finally pried them open. Eddie’s usually warm brown eyes were dark with lust. She held out her other hand and urged Eddie closer.
The brunet was quick to close the gap. Pressing his lips to hers again. His hands placed in the spots that Billy’s had left vacant. (Name’s) other arm wound around Eddie’s neck to pull him closer.
Being pressed between their two bodies was amazing. It felt indulgent. It felt like a fantasy come to life. Maybe she was a slut, like her ex had called her for other reasons, that she had fantasized about being with two men at once. But now she didn’t care.
Eddie wasn’t judging her. And Billy was all for this. She decided to just let herself enjoy it.
She moaned into the kiss, enjoying the way they touched her. Moving their bodies against hers. Pressing her between them. It was so insane it made her head spin.
Before she was ready Eddie pulled away to pull her shirt over her head, Billy moving to unhook her bra from where he stood behind her. Letting her toss it aside. She stepped away from them and ditched her shorts before climbing into Eddie’s bed. The two young men quickly pulled their own shirts and pants off before joining her. Eddie the more eager of the two, quicker. And Billy being a bit of a tease about it.
Billy let Eddie take more initiative, he knew that (Name) was his girl now, and respected that. Instead kissing her lips hungrily while Eddie began to kiss down her body. Teasing her. Suckling one of her nipples while toying with the other with his hand slipped into her panties, teasing her already wet pussy. He switched nipples and slipped his fingers inside of her. Enjoying the way her moans we’re muffled by Billy’s kiss.
He kissed lower, nipping here and there along her belly and thighs. He smoothly pulled her panties off and tossed them to the side. Settling between her legs after urging her to spread them open for him.
Billy adjusted as well, kissing along her neck and groping her breasts, allowing her moans to flow freely. Because she was very vocal, both young men were finding.
Eddie kissed along her inner thighs before pinning them apart to lean in and lick up her slit. The taste of her was intoxicating. He teasingly licked up her a few more times. Teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Eddie,” she whined.
The brunet between her thighs chuckled against her. He was a tease and she was learning that the hard way.
And enjoying every second of it, honestly.
After what felt like ages of teasing. Eddie licking along her, tasting every inch of her lower lips, swirling his tongue around her clit, he slipped the skilled muscle inside of her. Curling and caressing her entrance and inner walls. Groaning loudly at how good she tastes.
“Oh fuck! Eddie!” (Name) cried out in shocked pleasure.
Billy was enjoying the reactions she gave. Watching as she writhed on the bed from his roommates actions. Heightening them by pinching her nipples or dragging his teeth along her neck.
Eddie couldn’t tease her anymore. And began to eat her pussy eagerly. The taste and her moaning his name like that had the metal head practically bumping the mattress as he ate her out. It was like the sloppiest makeout session between her legs.
He didn’t want to leave any part untouched but his tongue, but he was also searching for whatever made her moan the loudest. Figuring out just what she liked. He groped her ass and held her closer. His eyes flicking up to watch her face while she moaned.
The way her face twisted in pleasure was amazing. Better than any of the, up until this moment, taboo fantasies he’d had of his best friend.
He could feel her thighs shaking and squeezing around his head. He knew that she was getting close. He kept up the ministrations he knew she liked the most, adding some more sensation by bringing his thumb up to tease her clit.
“Eddie!” (Name) cried out loudly as she came hard, soaking his face, something he had never done with any partner before.
“Holy shit!” Billy cursed as he watched her squirt.
Eddie groaned as he worked her through it. “That was intense, sweetheart,” he growled, “Feel good?”
(Name) nodded with a blissed out smile on her face. She knew it wasn’t over especially as Billy traded places with Eddie. Eager to give her already sensitive pussy some attention.
Eddie pressed his lips to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth to make her taste herself. The lewd act made her head spin a bit as she kissed back. Billy kissed along her thighs, before skipping much of the pretense that Eddie had and wrapping his lips around her clit and suckling it.
“Fuck!” (Name) cried breaking from Eddie’s lips to toss her head back.
Eddie chuckled, “Did I make you too sensitive, baby?” He asked, earning a whine in reply.
The oversensitivity made sense, since it had been so long since anyone had gone down on her. And both young men planned to take advantage of that tonight.
Billy then moved to teasingly swipe his tongue over her entrance, dipping the tip of it inside before swirling it around her clit again. Teasing her as well. But a harsher kind of teasing.
“Billy,” she whined, bucking her hips a bit, only for the blond to pin them down.
Eddie chuckled and kissed along her neck. Gently groping her breasts. The tenderness contrasting the rough way Billy was about to devour her pussy. They’d shared a couple women before. But this was different and they both knew it. From the affection Eddie held for (Name) and how crazy she was for him.
Billy slipped his tongue inside of her, groaning at the taste. He didn’t care that Eddie had had his tongue inside her shortly before he had. He was enjoying the way her hips shook as he ate her out. She was so sensitive it was perfect. Her moans and whines had him hard as hell.
The way that Billy used his tongue was firmer, rougher. Forcing her to endure the pleasure he was giving her. He gripped her hips and kept them pinned to the bed.
“Fuck!” She cursed, tossing her head back.
“Keep your eyes on him, sweetheart,” Eddie teased and held the back of her head to make her look back down at Billy, whose dark blue eyes were watching her reactions.
She whimpered loudly. Billy was relentless. She barely had a moment to breathe between moans. Her thighs shaking. She could only focus on the pleasure. The overwhelming pleasure.
“Billy,” she whined.
He moved up to suckle her clit firmly while pressing two fingers into her pulsing pussy. He growled against her. Forcing her over the edge and earning a less exploding but still squirting orgasm.
The way she practically sobbed his name in pleasure made both young men harder than hell. But after Billy worked her through that orgasm they laid on either side of her. Letting her get some rest.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader and/or Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Supernatural/The Boys Crossover! (Name) is a hunter. Rescued and raised by Bobby Singer. Currently living and hunting with Sam and Dean, harboring a secret crush on Dean for years. But living with the pining. On a hunt for a suspected djinn, (Name) gets caught and the dream world she is sent to isn’t so dreamy, and is far too real…and the Dean doppelgänger is giving her more attention than her Dean ever did.
In this chapter: (Name) has to come to terms with the idea that this world is real. That monsters don’t exist but superheroes do. But she’s not given much time by Soldier Boy or the men he’s with.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): angst, Soldier Boy being a flirt, kidnapping if you squint, mentions of blood
Word Count: 1332
A/N: I am claiming the Superman magic loophole here! If you know, you know. You’ll see it.
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It took about twenty minutes to find her hunting bag. Which somehow came with her to this world. (Name) was to have her phone and some clothes, not to mention a few select means of protecting herself. She slung the bag over her shoulder. Shocked the group hadn’t abandoned her. Perhaps because the Dean lookalike, Ben, Soldier Boy, whatever, didn’t seem to want to take his eyes off of her.
She rolled her eyes and looked at him, “Surely I’m not that interesting,” she said.
“You practically dropped outta the sky, Sweetheart, how am I sure you’re not an angel,” he joked.
(Name) barked out a laugh, louder than they expected. Picturing Castiel, Gabriel, Zachariah, even Lucifer. She was far from an angel and said as much.
Suddenly Ben was right beside her. Faster than any human being on earth could get to her and her first instinct was to draw the angel blade from her bag. The archangel blade. A gift from Gabriel. Who had taken a liking to her.
She brandished it with confidence and distrust of a face she always thought she could trust.
“Just what the fuck are you?!” She demanded.
The group that Ben was with seemed to stiffen. But he just gave her his signature Soldier Boy smirk. He chuckled, in a rather condescending way. And she should hate the sound of it. But it made her shiver in a different way.
Still she stood her ground. She had faced down the devil himself.
This Soldier Boy was nothing compared to Lucifer.
“I’m a Super Hero, Doll, where have you been?” He said and went to push the blade to the side, no fear of injuring from what he perceived as just an interesting knife.
But of course…this was no ordinary knife. It was an archangel blade. A weapon of divine creation. That could kill the highest ranking demons. And fellow angels.
But she recognized that no normal human would shove a blade aside with their hand to the sharp edge. Especially based on his shock when for the first time in ages the sharp pain of a cut graced the skin of his palm.
He expected the blade to slice through his glove, the old uniform he still wore wasn’t perfect, but it actually slicing his skin. That was a shock. His blood trickling from the wound that was rushing to heal itself. His eyes were wide and he stared at her.
She held the blade tight in her hand and didn’t break eye contact. Her face set. Covering the fear she felt.
“Well now, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He purred.
That cracked her hard shell of self protection. Her brows raised in shock.
“Not used to normal people standing up to me like that,” he said with a dark grin.
“I’ve heard that line before…fucker just used the word humans though…” she quipped before she could stop herself.
She knew that caught attention the second the word ‘humans’ left her lips. Soldier Boy looked at her harder. Confused and intrigued.
“Wasn’t the fucker human too though?” He asked.
He could sense Butcher approaching from behind him and quickly closed his fist, willing the cut to heal faster. Thankfully the original Compound V helped with that.
“You’d think so,” she said, “But it just wore human skin…so to speak…could only tell what the fuck it was using a mirror…disgusting thing…”
Maybe she could convince this crew she was crazy and they would let her go. The others seemed willing but that just made Soldier Boy’s grin widen, like he knew what she was talking about.
“You killed a fucking Wraith? Without powers?” He asked, eying her up and down.
That finally fully jolted her. The word sounded both right and wrong coming from this man who seemed to be wearing her friend’s face…if a few years older. Her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock and horror. What kind of shifter kind of creature was he.
“What the fuck are you two yammering about?” Butcher snarled, “We gotta get back into hiding, you want to bring the girl as a fucking chew toy fine, but we gotta go!”
“Looks like you’re coming with us, Sweetheart,” Soldier Boy said and grabbed her upper arm to drag her with them.
She tried to struggle. And unlike with Dean or even some of the monsters she’d fought and killed…she couldn’t tear her arm from his grip and escape him. She cursed and did her best to keep up. Her legs still slightly jelly due to how hard she must have hit the ground.
Fear finally decided to take up its old familiar nest in her chest.
—
Being squeezed in the backseat of an old beater car, with the man who looked so much like the man that she had harbored feelings for since she was seventeen’s arm around her shoulders keeping her practically glued to his side. She knew better than to fight this yet.
Different ways of preservation was second nature to a hunter. Especially a female hunter. Bobby had taught her as much. But who really had drilled that into her head was Ellen Harvelle. Ellen had taught her how to keep herself safe as a woman in a hunter's world as well as just this man’s world they had to exist in.
In this moment…fawning to this inhuman being and his merry band of (seeming) losers was the best way to keep her heart beating.
If this was a Djinn’s world, it was a very realistic one. His touch felt almost too real.
She was stubborn and kept going after them even after every time she’d been caught but one. It was only three times since she was a teen. But that still taught her the little tells for being stuck in their worlds.
This one felt too real. Too normal. Plus…this wasn’t exactly her fantasy.
Her fantasy world was always the same.
Bobby was still alive. Dean was her husband or fiance. She was a paramedic. He was a mechanic. They lived happily together. Planning a family.
But…never a Dean lookalike larping as a super human…well, was it larping if it seemed like he actually lived up to the hype those words held? She didn’t know. And she really didn't care. She was just trying to plot her escape. Listening to the crew in the car talk. Learning about this world. That was so much different from the one she came from.
They arrived at what was declared the safehouse and she swallowed thickly. She didn’t know if she could take them all down if they tried anything.
She was trying to keep a brave face but it was getting harder as reality began to bear down over more and more. Soldier Boy got out first and held his hand out to her to help her out. Rather than just dragging her out. Her thoughts were racing.
I could refuse to get out, make them leave me in here…then hot wire the car. No…I doubt he would let me get away with staying here overnight.
I could make a break for it. Find a motel and figure this shit out. He’s too fast. Would catch me in seconds.
I could snatch the gun I felt on his hip and off myself in front of them. Too risky if this isn’t a traditional Djinn…might not be an escape.
All she could do was take his hand and send a prayer into the universe that this wouldn’t be a decision she would regret. The act of taking his hand being one of trust. When she didn’t trust this man. Soldier Boy. Ben. Whatever.
Who he was didn’t matter.
All that mattered is appeasing him. If he found her interesting enough he would keep her alive. She only hoped that it didn't require her to give her body to him.
But based on that smirk on his lips…she might not get her wish.
Summary: The Tacoma Killer doesn’t seem like the kind of guy you go to when you’re down. But he is the only person (Name) truly trusts.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): angst, talk of a miscarriage, talk of cheating ex
Word Count: 1039
A/N: I’m going to change my posting schedule moving forward to every other day. Especially since I’m working on my KinkTober fics and need to focus on them. I love posting daily since I had such a backlog of stuff typed, plus manic moments of continuous typing, but I wanna slow down and work on more stuff.
It had been the longest day of (Name’s) life. All she wanted to do was go home. Curl up in bed and cry.
But she couldn’t do that. Her mother and sister-in-law were expecting her at the clubhouse. To help set up for the party that night.
Tara was honestly more of a bitch about these things than her mother ever was. Since her dad had died and Jax was unopposed Tara was now the queen with her brother following behind like a dog.
She didn’t hate Tara like her mother did. But there were times when she felt that fire in her soul about the woman.
But she kept her mouth shut, she didn’t wanna cause problems. And she didn’t want to be babied by her mother. She was a grown woman, she could handle this. Even after the day she had.
Still seeing the clubhouse come into view…she wanted to pull out of the lot and keep driving until she was three counties over. She couldn’t do that, as appealing as running away was. So she just parked and took a deep breath before heading inside to set everything up.
She kept her head down doing what needed to be done. Smiling when Tara or her mother asked her anything. Putting on a good face. Being helpful. Staying in her place. So that everyone could enjoy a night of winding down after a long week.
When the party began she was able to forget her problems for a little while. Having a beer and laughing with Lyla while Opie and Jax tried to settle a bet on who was the better pool player. (Name) had always liked Lyla. She was sweet and easy to talk to. And unlike Tara didn’t judge her. And unlike her mother never critiqued her or tried to pawn her off on another Son.
When the game ended and Lyla disappeared to spend time with her man, the gnawing feeling (Name) had been fighting all afternoon hit her with full force. So she grabbed another beer and slipped outside. It was a cooler night in Charming so nobody was milling around out there really. She walked to the furthest picnic table and sat on top of it. Lighting a smoke and letting herself disappear into the night and her internal despair.
Finally letting a few tears roll down her cheeks.
(Name) didn't know how long she was out there alone before her peace was disturbed, “Your mother’s looking for you, kid.” Came the gruff voice of Happy Lowman from the darkness beside her.
She jumped and looked over at Happy, quickly wiping her face. Not wanting to be caught crying at a party. Even if it was just Happy. He was the Son that she felt the most comfortable with when she was feeling down.
“What’re you crying about?" He asked, moving to sit beside her.
He listened. Didn’t talk over her. And wasn’t as emotionally stunted as everyone expected the Tacoma Killer to be. Sure he was reserved. But that was only until he knew you.
Not to mention they’d been dancing around a kiss they shared in secret for two months now.
“I saw my ex today…” she murmured.
Happy froze. She didn’t talk about him often. Their relationship of over three years had ended badly. With a screaming match about his affair. And she’d come crying to him before her mother. Because she just wanted to vent and scream and not be told she should just get with a Son already and forget this desire to live outside of the club.
While (Name) wasn’t opposed to the idea. There was only one Son she wanted and she knew that it would never happen. He was just a friend. Hadn’t even tried to kiss her again. Much as she wanted him too.
“His new girlfriend is pregnant…” she said and set her hand over her own soft stomach, “The one thing I couldn’t give him…the reason he left me…”’
Happy felt his blood boil but kept his cool. “He was gonna cheat regardless of if you got knocked up or not, you know that.” He said firmly.
“Yeah…” he was right.
She knew that he was right. It still hurt to have to smile like everything was okay as she checked them into the OBGYN’s office. Working as an office assistant wasn’t always easy seeing women able to have babies every day. When she had cried and tried so hard to get pregnant in her last relationship.
“It was stupid, you know, to try and save our failing relationship with a baby…” she murmured, "Listening when he said me getting pregnant would get me a ring…but then I had the miscarriage…and found out he was cheating…all in the same day…”
“Why didn’t you tell Gem or Tara, be able to leave early since you ran into him like this,” Happy asked.
(Name) was silent for a moment.
“You’re the only one who knows about why we broke up other than the cheating…” she finally admitted.
“Why?” Happy asked her, his shock obvious.
“You don’t gossip,” she said looking at him, “And you didn’t make me feel bad about myself to my stupid mistake of staying with him that long…you’re the only one who knows I was ever pregnant…”
“You don’t want everyone in the club knowing,” he said, “But you still want a break to be alone without everyone losing their minds over it.”
She nodded, "I don't care about him anymore, I don’t want him…I just…wish I could move on that easy, instead of second guessing my every move when I talk to someone else…” she said beige looking over at Happy, “Can you take me for a ride?” She asked, “I wanna just look at the stars. Just, tell my mom I started to feel sick or something and I’m heading home.”
Happy nodded and gave her one of his rare, genuine smiles and leaned over kissing her temple. Maybe tonight he would finally get to make his move. Help her move on. With him. He was so tired of pretending like he didn’t want her. Maybe this ride was just what they both needed to figure things out.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader and/or Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Supernatural/The Boys Crossover! (Name) is a hunter. Rescued and raised by Bobby Singer. Currently living and hunting with Sam and Dean, harboring a secret crush on Dean for years. But living with the pining. On a hunt for a suspected djinn, (Name) gets caught and the dream world she is sent to isn’t so dreamy, and is far too real…and the Dean doppelgänger is giving her more attention than her Dean ever did.
In this chapter: (Name) slips up and mentions details of her past to Soldier Boy before finally taking a shower and letting herself break down.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): angst, mentions of Hell and torture
Word Count: 1589
A/N: a shorter chapter than i expected but, this makes sense as a standalone chapter. More to come. Series masterlist will be posted soon.
Her words shocked him. That was a line usually reserved for former military men. Not pretty, plump women. He looked at her, long and hard.
She didn’t let her exhaustion show before. But he could see it now.
The years spent traveling, sleeping in motels, hunting and killing monsters. Seeing the darkest parts of the world and having to pick up the next day and do it all again.
But he didn’t realize how literally she meant Hell. And she wasn’t certain how to explain that. Being held hostage by the yellow eyed demon to try and convince Sam to give in.
Of course she’d escaped eventually.
But her demon guards had not been kind to her. As one would expect, she’d been tortured. And Castiel’s healing could only fix the physical scars left by the demons. The mental ones were still with her to this day.
Yes, she didn’t know how to talk about that with someone who had never been in her shoes? Never been a hunter as a human. Never faced the apocalypse with her spine straight and head high. Never lost a best friend and mother figure all at once.
Never had the one person she let herself feel normal with, burn alive in the Roadhouse after figuring out something major.
Sure neither Sam or Dean ever understood why she had taken to Ash so quickly. But for once she felt seen. He understood the hunting world but he was also an escape from it. She doubted it would ever have been love.
It was temporary. Something to fill the void they had both been feeling. And it was a nice escape. She’d been with him at the roadhouse when it burnt down. That was when Azezel had her kidnapped and tortured.
The boys and Bobby thought she was dead. And when Azezel was killed and John’s soul escaped Hell to help them she had physically crawled out.
She hadn’t hunted for months after that. Recovering physically and mentally with Bobby. And mourning the soon to be loss of Dean…since he’d sold his soul to save Sam. She hated to say she understood…but if she could have saved Jo or Ellen that way she just might have.
Still, sitting here with Ben…those events seemed even further away than usual. In a world where those beings might never have existed. Where she didn’t exist. Not really.
Where her entire life never happened. And possibly where she could be free of the burdens of a hunter.
But did she want that? Truly?
She didn’t know.
Being a hunter was in her blood. It was all she ever had been. All she knew.
She sighed and shook her head, leaning back in the chair.
“Look I could really use a shower and to change…will you let me out of your sight long enough to do that?” She asked with a huff.
Soldier Boy chuckled, “Of course, since I mean…you aren’t crazy enough to jump out a second story window are you?” He asked.
“I don’t know, so you plan on chaining me down and cutting me with rusty knives?” She bit back.
That got a very stunned reaction.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked.
“Sorry…I thought you said this was Hell, that’s what happened to me the last time I was there,” she replied.
She realized that she’d just responded to Ben like he was Dean and quickly looked away. Dean was the only person who knew what Hell could be like. How the demons liked to torture souls. Still…they didn’t talk about it often. And go her to slip up like this scared her.
How comfortable that face made her. Even when this man was as far from Dean as possible. She didn’t explain herself. Thankfully Ben didn’t ask anymore questions. But he did watch her grab her backpack and make her way to the bathroom. Unable to look up from her feet.
Even to him it was obvious she had said too much for her comfort. And unusually for him…he didn’t want to press her.
Not yet anyway.
—
The water pressure was honestly amazing. Not as good as the Bunker’s, but better than any motel’s. She scrubbed her favorite floral shampoo into her hair. Washing the day away.
That’s what Ellen had always called the post-hunt shower.
And that’s what she needed now. She just let the hot water scald away her anxiety for the moment. Replaying the day's events.
Nothing made any sense.
How could a Djinn hunt land her here?
No Djinn she had ever heard of or researched could do this. And that was what confused her most.
Demon or witch. Those were the only two options. She only hoped the Winchesters could get her back as soon as possible. She didn’t want to have to learn an entirely new world. Especially if she was certain she wouldn’t be here for long.
And if she knew Sam and Dean at all…those two were already going crazy trying to save her…
— Meanwhile with the Winchesters —
Dean was angry. He had seen the bastard reaching for (Name) and had almost made it to her. Only for her to stab the bitch. He was thankful. Maybe she finally got her wish to actually gank a Djinn and she would finally hang back from these kinds of hunts from now on.
Sam was pissed as well, but also worried. Worried for (Name), worried for his brother. Their world changed in an instant when the second that she had finally accomplished killing a Djinn she disappeared. Leaving only her hunting jacket on the ground.
Dean had dropped to his knees when they saw it happen. Sam kept running and dropped down beside her jacket. The anguish they felt in that moment was thick in the air. They didn’t know what happened.
But she was gone. They searched the barn and called out for her.
Now they were back in the impala heading back to the motel. Sam was calling in every favor another hunter owed them. To find out what kind of Djinn could do this. Dean was white knuckling the wheel.
If (Name) had just died in front of him he would never forgive himself for not talking her out of going on this hunt.
“Dean…” Sam said, “I called Cas, he’s gonna be at the motel waiting for us, we might have to…call…you know who…”
“Fuck!” Dean cursed and slammed his hand on the steering wheel…he didn’t want to have to rely on that bitch.
But if it meant saving (Name), he would do it.
— Back with The Boys—
(Name) sighed as she brushed her hair out. She’d done the best she could to towel dry it. Her hunting bag contained a couple different shirts and a pair of jeans. Some water, her archangel blade, a handgun and ammo, holy water, a silver cross, a couple protein bars, some underwear, her travel toiletries case, and spare cash. It was a hunter's go-bag. Something Bobby had taught her.
If she couldn’t get back to the motel to get her main duffel bag…have a backpack with her so she could run and not be unprotected. Or unprepared. Or in her case…unable to get cleaned up.
She quickly repacked her bag and pulled on the oversized t-shirt she slept in. She hated that she would have to sleep around (and most likely in the same bed) as a man she didn’t know in her underwear.
But it was what she had. She hated sleeping in jeans if she could help it.
She dug through her bag once more praying to find something else…but luck was not on her side…again.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. Finding the room empty. Soldier Boy had actually left her alone? She was confused but thankful. She exited the bathroom and set her bag down before taking a chance digging through one of the drawers that seemed to have his stuff in it based on it being open and his superhero suit hanging out of it. Like he’d changed in a hurry.
Since he was an exact copy of Dean…if not a bit bulkier with muscle, then his boxers should fit her. She had used Dean’s boxers to sleep in on the road. So she wasn’t sleeping in just her panties in the same bed as one of her best friends. And in this case, with a doppelganger of one of them.
She found a pair and figured he would understand. She would apologize but her go bag didn’t have pj bottoms. This time. She cursed herself. She hated that she forgot them. She slipped the boxers on and closed the drawer. Fixing his suit to fit properly before looking around the room. Deciding to snoop a bit.
It was obvious this room hadn’t belonged to him before. He had just taken it over. Probably due to his having super powers. They either respected or feared him. Or needed him for something. Based on how they acted about him.
She shook her head. She didn’t need to dwell on their motivations yet. Since most likely she wouldn’t be here for long. Probably be saved before the morning. She would wake up. In the barn or in the motel. She would be home and safe.
That’s what mattered.
That was what she was counting on.
She had faith in her boys.
She just had to keep her mind calm and keep herself alive for one night.
