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ωᥱℓᥴ𐐫mᥱ! ⁴⁴⁴

✉️ LILY she/her bisexual 𓃠

⋆.˚ capricorn ⋆.˚ jensen ackles lover ⋆.˚ ask me anything ⋆.˚

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dividers: @suupersonic 🤍

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✧.* oh he looks good as fuck.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ i need this man in a very inappropriate way

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. im just imagining me sucking him off

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I need this man to emp so bad it's not even funny anymore. 

Like imagine his beard tickling and scratching you because of how hard and firm he is pressing his face against you.

growling and groaning against your cunt, making you think he really wants to eat you, like actually just take a little bite, because he really can't seem to get enough.

His grip on your shaking thighs is almost painful, keeping them still and spread wide for him.

Whenever you start to squirm, or even try to pull away from him because you're so overstimulated and can't seem to take it anymore, he'd tighten his grip on your thighs, before biting your clit, just a little, but enough to make you squeal and whine - to which he'd just respond by looking up at you with that warning expression on his face, his beard shiny and wet from your juices. 

“We’re done when i fucking say so. Stop bitching or I'll do something that’ll really make you squeal.” he mutters, his tongue already halfway inside of you again.

He'd flick his tongue around your clit while looking up at you,grinning, making you keep eye contact with him. 

And if you break it without him ‘allowing’ it, even if it's just for a second or two, because you physically can't take it, he'd just keep you on the edge til you're a crying and whining little mess underneath him. Begging and apologising to just let you cum now. 

But he wont, he'd just mock you, make fun of you for begging like the little bitch you are, while continuing to turn you into a drooling, brainless doll. 

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it hurts that i’ll never be able to have this man

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𐙚⋆.˚ oh baby, it’s wet like i’m soaked as fuck

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oh my god give me that fucking dickkkkk

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. i wanna ride this man so bad you genuinely have no idea how much i need that. he looked so good in this scene.

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. i just got a tongue piercing today and all i wanna do is lick this man the fuck up

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. my daily pinterest scrolling always has me laughing

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𐙚⋆.˚ i have nothing appropriate to say.

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wait u funny asf

wait stoppp im easy 👀😂

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“I’M YOUR SECRETARY.”

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ soldier boy/ben secretary au x reader

• sorry, i’m not the best at writing, but i had an idea and had to execute it somehow. ❤︎

warnings : rough play; slapping, aggressive behavior, rough sex, dirty talk, squirting, cnc. MDNI 18+ content.

the steady tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock in the corner of the office is the only sound breaking the heavy silence. rain streaks down the office windows, tap-tap-clack. it is past 9:00 PM. everyone else has gone home.

you stand beside the mahogany door, your fingers tightly interlaced.

behind the massive desk sits your boss, mr. benjamin. he doesn’t look up immediately. he is a broad, imposing figure, his tailored two-piece suit stretched tightly across his broad shoulders; you couldn’t help but admire him from afar. he has his sleeves rolled up precisely to his forearms, exposing thick, scarred wrists. a half-empty glass of amber whiskey sits near his elbow, catching the dim lamp light. there is a dangerous, razor-sharp focus in his eyes as he stares at the legal brief you spent all afternoon typing up.

slowly, he picks up a heavy, red felt-tip marker. his large, calloused fingers grip the barrel before he pulls the cap off with a sharp, echoing pop.

“come here,” he says, his voice a low, rough baritone, a smoky growl that vibrates right through the floorboards.

you take a hesitant step forward, your heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor until you are standing right across from him.

mr. benjamin finally looks up, his gaze heavy and completely unreadable as it locks onto yours. he turns the document around so it faces you. with a slow, deliberate stroke of his hand, he draws a thick, bleeding red circle over a misspelled word in the middle of the page. the harsh scent of the fresh ink immediately fills the small space between you.

“do you see that? it’s a typo,” he murmurs, capping the mark with another definitive snap before tossing it back into his drawer. “on page four. and again on page seven. do you know what happens when a brief is submitted to the judge without errors, sweetheart?”

you swallow hard, shaking your head.

“it means that we are sloppy,” he says, leaning back in his leather chair, making the material creak loudly. “it means we lack discipline. i don’t care how they do things in other offices, but in my office, you do it right the first time. i don’t tolerate a lack of discipline and focus.”

he stands up slowly, completely towering over you, and slowly walks around the desk. you refuse to look back up, you maintain your gaze on the typo, marked in red ink. he doesn’t look angry; he looks entirely in control. he steps behind you, his broad presence warm and overwhelming, and closes the distance until you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“put your hands flat on the desk,” he commands roughly, his growling voice right next to your ear. you’re still standing over his desk, slowly raising your face to look at yourself in his window. you can see his broad, massive body standing over yours. he slams his hand on the desk, “do it, now. lean forward. do not move until i tell you to.”

your heart hammers violently against your ribs as you press your palms flat against the cold, polished mahogany of his desk. you lean forward, your spine stiffening instantly.

behind you, mr. benjamin doesn’t immediately touch you. the silence hangs heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic clink of ice against glass as he takes a slow, agonizing sip of his whiskey. the sheer size of him blocks out the rest of the room, trapping you between his looming frame and the desk.

“lower,” he growls, calloused hand comes down flat against the center of your lower back. the pressure is immense, unyielding, and heavy enough to pin you completely in place. he leans over you, his broad chest j go pressing flush against your back, burying you under his sheer weight. the sharp scent of expensive cologne, strong whiskey, and fresh red ink completely blind your senses; slowly closing and rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you get a strong whiff of everything. it’s completely intoxicating.

“you look terrified, sweetheart,” he murmurs directly against your ear, his breath hot and ghosting over your skin. there is no warmth in his tone, just cold, absolute authority. “good, you should be. when you work for me, my word is law. every single letter you type represent my name. if you can’t focus your mind on your work, i will find a way to focus your body for you.”

with his other hand, he reaches across the desk and pulls out a fresh, blank stank of legal paper toward you, along with a heavy typewriter.

“you are going to re-type page four and page seven,” mr. benjamin commands, his voice dropped to a low, harsh quiet whisper that leaves no room for an argument. “you will do it right now, from this exact position. if you finger slips, if your posture breaks, or if i see a single smudge of ink where it shouldn’t be… we start all over again. do you understand me?”

tour fingers hover over the typewriter keys, trembling so violently that the metal letters rattle softly against each other. the sheer terror of his heavy hand on the back of your neck makes your mind go completely blank. you look down at the page, but the words blur together.

"i’m waiting," mr. benjamin growls, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously dark.

you try to blink back the tears of frustration, but your hesitation pulls his patience thin. before you can even press a single key, his iron grip on the back of your neck tightens just enough to force you completely flat against the cold wood of the desk.

smack!

the sharp, loud crack echoes through the empty, late-night office. his massive, calloused palm connects directly with your rear, striking hard right through the fabric of your skirt.

the sudden, intense sting explodes across your skin, making you gasp loudly as a involuntary sob catches in your throat. you hips jerk forward against the edge of the desk, but his heavy frame pins you instantly, keeping you trapped under his weight.

"look at me," he commands, his voice a low, rough rumble right at your ear.

you tilt your head back as far as his grip allows, your eyes wide, watering, and filled with genuine fear as you look up at him. mr. benjamin’s face is completely unreadable, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a terrifying, absolute authority that demands total surrender. there is no gentleness in him, just pure, uncompromising discipline.

"your mind is wandering, sweetheart," he murmurs, his thumb rubbing roughly against the sensitive skin of your jawline, forcing you to look at the blank page. "i am going to knock the sloppiness right out of you if that's what it takes to get you to focus. hands back on the keys. do not make me do that again."

the stinging heat radiating from the strike jolts your adrenaline, instantly clearing the fog from your brain. your hands snap back into position, your fingers perfectly aligned over the home row, every muscle in your body rigidly frozen in absolute submission.

the sting of the first strike still burns hot against your skin, but your hands are shaking too badly to maintain the perfection he demands from you. you press down on the keys, but your fingers slip, then shaking from what you knew he was about to do. the heavy metal typebar slams into the paper, leaving a smeared, ugly ink blotch right in the middle of the fresh page.

the office goes dead silent.

behind you, mr. benjamin lets out a low, dangerous growl. "what did I just tell you about sloppiness? do you ever fucking listen?"

before you can even breathe an apology, his heavy hand wraps around your waist, pulling your hips back violently against his thighs as his other hand comes down with brutal force.

smack! smack!

two rapid-fire, agonizingly hard strikes explode across your rear, the sheer aggression behind them rattling the pens on the desk. you cry out, your chest slamming down against the mahogany. but as the blinding heat radiating across your skin begins to settle, something shifts inside you. the terrifying pressure of his absolute control ceases to feel like a punishment; it feels like an anchor. the chaos in your mind completely vanishes, replaced by a strange, overwhelming rush of pure euphoria.

a small, breathless gasp escapes your lips, and a slow, involuntary grin pulls at the corners of your mouth.

mr. benjamin notices the shift instantly. he grips your hair, pulling your head back sharply so he can see your face in the dim lamplight. his eyes narrow, dark and fiercely dominant, when he catches the smile on your lips.

"you think this is funny, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice a gravelly, low hiss that sends a violent shiver down your spine. "you like being put in your place? let’s see how much you like it when I stop holding back."

he pins you flat against the desk with the full weight of his massive frame, completely trapping you beneath him. his hand rains down again, faster and with an aggressive, unyielding rhythm that leaves no room for escape.

smack! smack! smack!

the unrelenting pain blurs completely into intense, intoxicating pleasure. you can't help it anymore; the grin spreads across your face as you bury your cheek into the cold wood. the rigid structure of his discipline fills the empty ache inside you, unlocking a sensation so raw and overwhelming that you lose all control.

with the next heavy strike, a loud, breathless moan tears from the back of your throat, echoing clearly through the empty, late-night office.

the sound of your own voice seems to hang in the air, vibrating against the stacks of paper and the heavy curtains. the silence that follows is thick, broken only by the synchronized sound of labored breathing in the quiet room. he scoffs, enjoying the sound of your body being disciplined, the enjoyment in your loud, whining moans.

mr. benjamin does not move for a long moment, his presence a heavy, overwhelming weight that keeps you anchored to the desk. the intensity of the moment reaches a peak, he’s reached the realization of what he’s done.

you slowly move your hips, begging for more spanking at your rear; you can hear him groan as you slowly begin to rub against his hard, bulge that’s fighting to break through his pants. you continue to move your hips, enjoying the low growl he lets out as you sway against him.

he sharply breaths in through his teeth as he raises his hands to smack your rear.

smack! smack! smackkkkkk!

every piercing sensation as he slaps you harder and harder for your pure pleasure makes you drip down your legs. the sound of both of your moans takes up the whole office; completely drowned in each others’ pure pleasure.

you can then hear the sharp sound of his heavy brass buckle echo like a gunshot in the silent, late-night of the office. he pulls his pants down, revealing what he’s been hiding.

slowly he starts to remove your skirt, revealing the result of his loud slaps to your ass. your cheeks were completely red. he starts to circle around your cheeks, teasing you and making you squirm from every movement he makes. he’s still got you pinned down to his desk, not letting you move an inch from where you are now. he begins to remove your underwear, revealing how wet you are; already dripping down your thighs.

he slowly inserts a finger into your entrance, “you’ve gotten so wet for me, doll,” he teases, drooling at the sight of your mess. he slides his finger in and out, slowly increasing the speed and pressure. as he continues to finger you, your legs start to shake uncontrollably, you can feel yourself building up as he starts to increase his speed of his fingers and using his other hand to rub your throbbing clit. he can feel you getting closer to your climax, “are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” whispering into your ear, sending goosebumps down your body and a shiver down your spine. he knows your gonna release yourself soon, you can feel yourself get more tense, your body feels as if it’s floating away from your physically body, everything becomes tingly and you can’t control yourself. he starts going faster, harder, and eventually you let out the biggest moan, squirting easily onto his hands. your whole body is shaking, you can barely breathe, move, or sit up straight. both of you are completely soaked.

he doesn’t care how messy you got, how tired you are, the fact that your body is uncontrollably shaking; he surprises you by inserting his dick into your pussy. both of you let out a big moan, taking up the entire atmosphere of the office with the sound of pleasure.

he can’t control himself, the longer he’s inside of you, the rougher and faster he gets. “god, you are so wet for me,” he groans against your neck, subtly nibbling your ear.

he’s caressing your back, then slowly moving his hands back to your hips, going harder into your pussy and slamming your body against the desk as he pushes further into you. making sure you feel every inch of him inside of you, reminding you that he now owns your pussy, nobody else.

“oh fuckk, you feel so good, baby,” he whispers softly into your ear. he grabs your neck roughly, but not too hard, he’s still gentle but rough. his whole hand fits the size of your neck, like a necklace. “fuck, doll, you know you look so good taking all of my dick?” when he says that, you could feel yourself get wetter at the sound of his gravelly voice and growling moans as he continues to fuck you.

your body starts to tingle, feeling like your floating outside of yourself and going numb. he starts to move faster and harder, changing his pace to exactly how he wants, knowing i was about to finish on him.

“aw, you’re gonna cum on your boss’s dick, aren’t you, slut?” he mocks, slapping your face as he humiliates and laughs at you. soon enough, after he said that you climaxed again; shaking uncontrollably, sweating from the intensity of it all, humiliated that he could easily put you under his spell like that. “that’s my good girl,” he praised, caressing your face to comfort you. “i’m almost there, okay?”

his dick begins throbbing inside of you, his pace starts to increase and his moans begin to grow louder at every movement he makes while he pushes himself inside of you. the sound of him losing it over you brings another type of pleasure. he’s pumping faster and harder, both of you screaming louder. “i’m gonna cum inside of you, sweetheart.” he finishes inside of you, you can feel the warm liquid oozing out of his tip, still pumping his cock to make sure he’s filled you to the brim with his cum; making sure you take it all before he takes it out.

as he takes it out, it slowly comes back out oozing out of your entrance. he slaps his dick against your ass, still teasing you and playing with you.

“you know how to take it like such a good girl,” he smiled, “don’t make another mistake again in this office, or i’ll fucking punish you again, do you understand me, sweetheart?”

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ look at my priests dawgggg, im GOING TO HELLLLLL 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ｡𖦹°‧

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𐙚🧸ྀི should’ve been me. i’m fucking FUMINGGGG! 😡

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ another edit i made, don’t steal! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪