content warning! sub dean winchester, dom amab reader, infidelity, reader's mean in the sickly sweet kinda way, dacryphilia if you squint, missionary, dean might be a bit ooc.
maybe you're a little mean. just maybe -- its a thought that crosses your mind as you look over your boy. on his back, nearly melting into the mattress. he's flushed from his ears down to his chest, looking up at you with lidded eyes. and there's nothing wrong with being mean, right? not when the pretty boy underneath you is just the picture of sin. you can't help but to tease. it's only right. the tip of your cock rests at his hole, nearly dripping with the amounts of lube you used.
dean's eyes are wet, filled with big tears that threaten to drop. "just put it in already." he grits, attempting to shift his hops down to get even half an inch in his desperate hole. "that's why you're here isn't it? it's why you keep coming back.. he can't fill you up like i can, hm?" you hum, grinning when he shivers. he takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, looking up at you through his lashes. his legs are crossed around your waist, with your hands holding his thighs against you. you could feel the subtle tremors, nerves that burned alive through his skin.
your bedroom is humid. warmth and moisture mixes and swirls in the air as the tension rises. "you still need me. still need me to make you feel good.. need me to please you.. he isn't doing his job, huh sweetheart?" you ask, rubbing your tip up and down his hole. he whimpers, closing his eyes and attempting to rut his hips into the feeling. "i wanna hear you say it, honey. tell me how much you still crave me." you grunt, pushing only the head into his tight heat.
dean gasps, a choked sound that comes from somewhere deep within his throat. "say it." you persist, leaning down to cage him in, with your forearms on either side of his head. you're close enough that you could feel the soft breaths coming from his parted lips. "i still need you." he whines. "s-still need you to make me feel good." he frowns and chews on his lip again. "It's okay baby, i'm gonna give you exactly what you need." you didn't even finish your sentence before you were pushing into dean with a groan. burying yourself to the hilt.
dean moans out loud. the tears that previously gathered at his waterline fell with seemingly no end. fat tears soaking his blush stained cheeks. his arms come up to wrap around you, pulling you nearly impossibly closer. "i'm gonna give you what you need, love." you whisper to him as if it were a shameful confession. he nods dumbly, clenching down tight on your cock. "'s been so long honey, it must feel like im tearing you apart." you coo, faux sympathy dripping from your tone. "in the best way possible," he stutters, shivering against you.
"it's okay, sweet thing. 'm gonna ruin you and send you back to him." you promise with an immediate snap of your hips. he nearly squeals. you fuck into him, unforgiving with the way you press so deep into him. he chants your name, over and over into your ear, as if its a prayer. your cock nails his prostate with professional precision, pushing weak little noises out of his body. you feel his cock between both of your stomachs, spurting out precum and making a sticky mess.
"f-fuck, haah.. i'm close, so clo-ose!" he whines, stubby nails finding purchase along your back, raking up and down. "poor thing, so sensitive. your boyfriend should be ashamed." you tease, reaching down between the both of you to find his cock, pumping him slowly. he starts begging, choking on his own sounds.
"who's the only one that can make you feel this way baby?" you ask, gritting your teeth as he clenches around you nearly impossibly tighter. he all but wails, cock twitching in your hold. "you!" he sobs, digging his fingers into your back as you fuck into him harder. "cum for me and fucking prove it."
summaryāāāā ben feels true love with you, his enemy, and finds himself able to break from the toxic masculinity he surrounded himself with.
pairingsāāāā soldier boy / benjamin x anti-hero!male reader
warningsāāāā nsfw content, porn with too much feelings, fluff, slight angst, foul language, probably (very definitely) ooc soldier boy, top!reader, sub!bottom!ben, gentle love, praise kink, hair pulling, creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, vibrator, pet names ( love, baby, pup, etc. ), short oral ( r. receiving ), love-making, mating press, missionary, riding, aftercare, light D/S dynamics, pillow talk, a lot of vulnerability, ben proposes to reader unexpectedly, enemies in forbidden love, internalised homophobia, morally grey!reader, possessiveness, homophobic slurs, canon typical misogyny, readerās anti-hero name is lucifer, reader has magical powers
authorās noteāāāā i mightāve made him too soft and vulnerable, so forewarning that he doesnāt show much of his asshole side in this fic. the ooc warning already says much, i guess?
MINORS DNI !!
Peaceful jazz music and well dressed crowd fills the grand hall decorated in gold curtains, men and women from different wealthy families flaunting around their riches with drinks in hand. Adorned in nothing but expensive attires that feeds off of the poor were most guests that have been invited to celebrate another success of Vought-American with a superhero movie that starred its own team, Payback, while the heroes themselves remained in their pretty little costumes for the publicity and fame.
Cameras, photographers, and journalists lurked in the corner section of the hall, where theyāve been assigned to fulfil their destiny of capturing significant moments that are interesting enough to be written on headlines or shown on television.
Nights like this were when Soldier Boy wanted to beat the shit out of Vought employees for their incapability in making celebrations entertaining. The lack of excitement and chaos infuse Ben with excessive boredom that just gives him the urge to shoot himself in the head, all of its professionalism becoming nothing but a burden and straight up pain in the ass. Heās been hardly enjoying the night, having to put up with Crimson Countess attached to his hip at all times to keep appearances, which he admits is worse than fucking a loose cunt. It didnāt make him feel better that Stan fucking Edgar was watching, making sure things are under control.
The jazz music suddenly stops short with a loud screeching sound that has everyone covering their ears in pain, startled murmurs filling the air as all eyes turned to the stage where a famous band stood, confusion also plastered across their faces. One of them repeatedly presses down on the pianoās key, frowning when it does nothing as if it lost its function all of a sudden. Sensing the panic slowly rise among guests, Stan opens his mouth to speak, only for his words to die in his throat when the lights begin to flicker.
āYou know, Iām quite displeased to not have received an invitation.ā Deep, resonant, husky voice littered with confidence and cockiness erupt out of nowhere as the flickering lights return to normal, an utterly familiar figure making themselves known.
Gasps, of either excitement or fear, falls from everyoneās lips to your powerful presence that almost immediately caused a shift in atmosphere. Soldier Boyās breath hitched, feeling his throat dry as he cleared his throat and swallowed.
You donāt miss the quick look of surprise and panic flashing across Stanās face before they were hidden behind his casual mask of greedy businessman, making the corner of your lips twitch up.
āYouāre simply not welcome here, Lucifer.ā The man uttered with barely contained irritation despite his best efforts to remain calm, spitting your antihero name ā given by, not Vought, but the public themselves ā in distaste.
Amusement emerge on your expression, completely unbothered by the antagonistic perspective Stan sees you with.
Thereās an underlying overconfidence and arrogance to the way you hold yourself, a man who clearly knows how influential and threatening your own existence is and isnāt even apologetic for it. It wasnāt just for a show ā you knew you mattered, knew exactly your worth, and didnāt hide behind the fake persona of a beloved public figure that pretends theyāre enjoying a single bit of what theyāre doing. Your ego and pride seemingly rivals that of Soldier Boyās yet yours come more naturally, like you were born with it without the need to develop them in amidst of your life to trick yourself into feeling more relevant. You held charisma, a charm that seems to pull people closer to you despite the dangerous, deceitful, fucking jackass attitude you had thatās supposed to be driving them away. It makes Ben want to either punch your face or suck your cock like a fag whore.
āFair enough,ā You shrugged. āBut I certainly make parties more fun. You could learn a couple or two from me.ā
Stanās eye twitches in annoyance at your arrogance; itās much worse that he canāt use anything to stomp on it because your ego wasnāt fragile like the others. While most men, supe or not, wrap their self-importance in toxic masculinity in order to feel superior than they actually are, you were fully comfortable with yourself. Your emotional capacity was extremely high that developed you to become invincible against criticism or rejection. He can attempt to hurt your feelings, manipulate you, use your own ego against you all he wants ā none of it will force you to surrender or submit no matter what because you, quite simply, loved yourself too much to be under power hungry maniacs.
When Stan canāt seem to muster a snarky remark, you smirk and invite yourself in, walking further into the grand hall as you snap your fingers, the white bright lights turning into colourful disco lights with your magic.
You stared at the band members on stage, eyes glowing red, and forcefully overtake their minds to play an upbeat party worth music instead of the boring jazz they did. Itās not that you dislike jazz music, itās peculiar and beautiful on its own, youāre just not really fond of formal parties where everyoneās required to be in their good behaviours, barely having the time of their life if not to shove their riches down less wealthy peopleās throat, which you donāt particularly find amusing or fun at all.
It seems to excite the guests, some of them even beginning to bop their heads to the catchy rhythm, moving their previously still bodies along with the beats. Energy surges through them, life revealing itself within their eyes that was filled with misery before you barged in.
āLet go of the fucking formality, ladies and gentlemen.ā You grinned wide with your arms spread open to your sides. āItās time for a true fun party!ā
Ben was in awe when all cheered at your declaration, how quick you were able to turn this entire place into your own playground despite the hosts ā authorities ā being present, how much of a natural you were at gaining peopleās faith and attention without doing more than show up and be yourself.
It should be making him envious; heās doing all these heroism, model, actor bullshit and hiding behind a perfect macho-man faƧade to be loved and paid attention to for fuckās sake, and yet itās so easy for you to bend people at your own will just by being yourself. He should be pissed as he always did when others get the spotlight more than him, but Ben couldnāt find it in himself to.
How the fuck is he going to be pissed when you look so disgustingly hot doing all of it?
āHeās fucking doing it again,ā Countess seethes through gritted teeth, glaring at you. Her little tug on his arm snaps him out of daze as he shifts his gaze to her. āTaking all the attention away from you. With the rate heās going, I wouldnāt be surprised if he interrupts everything youāre in.ā
Ben had to pretend to irritably clench his jaw, and smiled with sarcasm. āAs if Iād let him. Fucking asshole needs to be put in his place.ā
He knew you heard him when the corner of your lips pulled up in a smirk, one of your brows raising to shoot him a challenging look. It sends a thrill down Benās spine as he scowled, giving you a death glare that everyone sees for it is; rage, hatred, despise.
āPleasure to see you here, Soldier Boy. Crimson Countess.ā You greet in a feigned enthusiasm, swiftly taking a cocktail from the waiter that just passed, and approach them in all your glory.
āFuck you,ā Soldier Boy quickly snarled as Countess spits, āGet the fuck away from us.ā
Amusement instantly cross your face, nearly making both of them want to punch you. āSo much for greeting lovebirds in clown costumes,ā You dejectedly say with a hand over your chest for dramatic effect, in contrast to the mocking way in which you spoke. āCāmon, I just made this boring, useless party worth your precious little time. At least now you can stop being a pussy hiding behind an awfully constructed television personality.ā
That strikes a nerve in Soldier Boy as his face hardened and a cold look appeared, stepping forward warningly, āIād choose my next fucking words wisely if I were you.ā Countess tugs his arm in a nervous manner while scanning their surroundings, taking notice of people watching your interaction.
You meet his glare with a calm yet daring look and leaned closer, āI wouldnāt. I know I can beat you.ā Your eyes glowed in red once again as you grinned confidently.
Benās hand twitched, but before he could make a move, a woman approached you from behind and tugged on your elbow, interrupting the little rivalry you had going on. āIām sorry, do you mind if we dance and have fun for a bit?ā She shyly but bravely asked you, not even sparing Soldier Boy a glance.
An unimpressed look flashes in your eyes that only Ben took notice of, the subtle annoyance to the woman for cutting into your rather hostile conversation. You, however, plastered on an emotionless smile within a split second, not giving anyone the chance to see through you. āIāll lead the way,ā You barely looked at him before walking off with her to the centre of the hall where bodies swayed to the beat.
It takes everything in Ben not to square up and make a mess of this party when you started dancing with her, your body dangerously close to hers as she stares at you with a look that made him want to strangle her slim neck. As if youāre a divine sculpture created by Gods, like youāre the entire universe, most precious being to ever exist in this planet, like she knew everything about you when she, in fact, absolutely did not. But he does.
And Ben knows heāll be screaming your name, holding you impossibly close to him, digging his nails onto your back as you grind into him ā everything she wished youāll do to her ā when all of this shit show is over.
At the end of the day, no slut or pussy fucker would come home to you but him; youāve chosen him despite the countless amount of people throwing themselves pathetically at you, and Ben will make sure heāll forever be the only one who does.
Lewd squelching, sucking sounds fill the dimly lit bedroom of your home as the stench of sex and arousal surround the air, more prominent due to your and Benās enhanced senses. You sat comfortably against the headboard of your shared bed with Ben in between your legs as he sucks and slurps your cock, taking it as far as he can in his mouth and gagging. Tiny muffled moans or groans escape him occasionally, hips grinding against the mattress to stimulate his own aching dick while the vibrator you bought for him nestled deep inside his prepped hole.
āYou love my fuckinā cock so much, donāt you?ā You chuckled hoarsely, almost degrading, and Ben shudders. āItās alright, love. mānot goinā anywhere.ā Your fingers tread through his hair, gently scraping your nails against his scalp, making him groan as his hips stutter.
Maintaining eye contact with you, Ben inhales a deep breath through his nose before taking your cock further down his throat, tears gathering in his eyes when he nearly gagged. A genuine smile adorns your face when he looks at you expectantly, the most beautiful green eyes youād ever seen holding desperation and self-doubt. Pleading expression that he shows only to you.
āYou want me to praise you, pup? Call you good boy?ā He whines in response ā God, that fucking sound you know heād rather die than let anyone else hear. Ben doesnāt have any idea how much it affects you, the fact that youāre the only one whom he allows a vulnerable side of him show.
Realising he has to earn what he yearns for, Ben gently wraps his hand around the base of your cock where it didnāt fit and starts to bob his head. You moaned softly, throwing your head back; the sight being such a blessing to Benās eyes that makes his own cock throb and needy. He swirls his tongue on the underside of your shaft, his free hand gripping your thigh for support.
āDoinā so good, love. Youāve gotten better at this,ā You cooed, petting his hair and gently thrusting up into his throat. Ben closed his eyes, a blissful look appearing on his face as he relaxed and allowed you to move instead.
The trust and faith Ben has in you makes something explode within your chest, heart swelling in love and adoration at your troubled yet adorable partner.
Building a healthy and trustful relationship with him was more difficult than anything youāve ever done before, considering the absolute bigotry his father forcefully fed into him and all the unresolved issues he had with himself. Despite the tough and harsh exterior he constantly put on, you had seen right through him when you first met ā those broken spirit that yearned to be loved or needed by people hiding behind his douche, Soldier Boy persona, a man that his imbecile of a father always wanted him to be. It amused you as much as it squeezed your chest; one of the first strongest superhero being a fucking attention starved bastard was undeniably funny, but pitiful. Itās also why you fell in love with him.
Youāve accepted that Ben was always going to have a deep rooted homophobia in him, that there wonāt be a day where youāll be seen in the public with him holding hands like star-fucking-crossed lovers, that heāll always be too much of a pussy to be fully himself ā but you never expected him to be so open, comfortable, with you like this to the extent of willingly trusting you with a needy and desperate version of himself.
Benjamin is laying his heart out bare for you to take, and you didnāt know whether you wanted to make love to him or fuck his brains out. You decided with the former.
Confusion settles on Benās expression when you gently pushed his shoulders to make him pull away, a sudden worry if heās done something wrong, but all thoughts flies out the window after you passionately smashed your lips against his and guided him on your lap. Ben gasps when you pulled the vibrator out of his hole and replaced it with your thick fingers, hooking his arms on the back of your neck.
āSo good, love. Lookinā all pretty for me.ā He moans at your praise, the compliment making his heart flutter rather than boost his ego.
āsāfor youā¦ā They come out in whisper from his lips, littered with slight reluctance around the edge, but you hear it loud and clear. āAll for you. Iā fuckā¦ just for you,ā He grinds on your fingers, crying out when you curled them just right to stimulate his prostate.
You almost feel dizzy for his words that heās never uttered before.
The utmost pride he upholds made it difficult for Ben to completely submit to you, often being a disobedient brat that needs to be put in his place or a quiet, reserved man thatās embarrassed to be loved by another man which causes him to be tense for the first half of this activity ā so seeing him like this, hesitantly yet openly letting you in to his comfort zone, spilling the thoughts heās always been fearful of admitting, holding you tight to him as if youād slip from his grasp if he let you go, was pleasantly surprising. Your heart flutters, butterflies filling your stomach as the urge to protect and gently take him apart piece by piece runs like electricity through your veins, fuelling your desire for Ben.
You thrust your digits with gentle pace, Benās hips moving on its own to chase the pleasure. āThatās right, baby. All fāme, yeah? My pretty darling?ā
The gentleness of your whispered voice and your eyes staring at him with pure love sends shivers down his spine; Ben holds your face and nods, pulling you in for a kiss. You can feel his suppressed fear through his desperate lips, the doubts that lingers in his mind that you might see him differently for being so vulnerable like this, and you quickly silence his thoughts by slipping your tongue inside his mouth.
Ben mewled when you add another digit in him, now having three fingers penetrating his hole, as he breaks the kiss to breathe for air. Thereās a hazy look in his tearful eyes when he meets your gaze, āTake care of me, please.ā
You groan at the plea, immediately pulling your fingers out to instead align your cock with his entrance. Ben mustāve been waiting for so long because he doesnāt hesitate to sink down on it almost in an instant, a loud collective moan escaping the two of you. Your hands gripped his hips while he rested both hands on your shoulders, and fuck he felt so fucking good. The way his warm, tight velvety walls deliciously clamp around you as if swallowing your cock whole, the way his divinely beautiful body perfectly fit against yours like he was made for you.
āfuckā¦ youāre so fuckinā perfect,ā You praised, kissing up his throat as he threw his head back in pleasure. āCompletely mine, so is Soldier Boy. Everythinā about you, Ben. Itās all mine.ā
Ben nods vigorously, gripping the back of your neck and starting to ride you at a perfect pace, tiny sounds escaping his mouth. Slipping his fingers through your hair, he gently tugged on them just enough that had you groaning, and laid his forehead to rest against yours. āY-yours- ahā¦ Yours asā¦ as much as youāre fucking mine,ā He grunts out, possessiveness hanging onto his every word that shot excitement through your body. āNo one gets to f-fucking have youā¦ oh fuckā!ā He cuts himself off with a strangled moan when you snapped your hips up.
āYeah? Not even that slut that danced with me on the dance floor?ā You teased, smirking.
His bright green eyes seem to darken as he sinks even further down on your cock, forcefully stretching himself out, hissing at the delicious pain. You moaned, wrapping an arm around him to pull him to your chest. āFuck, especially her.ā Ben almost growls, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat, feeling you throb and seemingly get bigger inside him due to it. āYouā¦ belong to me, o-only me.ā
You hum, moaning softly when he squeezed your jugular just right. āAlways, my love.ā
Relief washes over his entire body as he begins to roll his hips and move again, leaning down to suck and kiss on your exposed collarbone. āOh fuckā¦ Itāsā a-aghā¦! Tell me- tell me, pleaseā¦ā He whined desperately.
Ben needed to hear you say it, have the promises of you completely belonging to him nailed into his brain so heāll never feel insecure or doubtful again. Heāll never admit it, but you always know every little thing that goes on inside his head, those haunting words of his father that seems to have a tight grip over him. Youāre the only one that could see right through his soul; someone exactly opposite from his father, someone who fearlessly challenges the normality or ancient traditions, someone who actually have their shit together that enabled you to be mature, wise, unapologetically yourself.
You were extraordinary in every way possible, and Ben knew his inner vulnerable ā not quite the man his father wanted him to be ā self was safe with you. Always secured. Never judged nor ridiculed, instead embraced perfectly by your strong and warm arms that shields him away from the mental, emotional harm.
He knew you would catch him when he falls. You would keep him and his treasured thoughts safe. You werenāt afraid to love him loudly, wholeheartedly, and Ben allows himself to be brave just this once without thinking about his fears.
Trailing one of your hands up his nape, you pull him back to a searing kiss, pouring all the desire and love into it. Ben melted, his hand on your throat loosening as you gently twist your bodies around to lay him down on the bed without pulling out. He whimpers and chases you when you detached your lips from his, which nearly made your heart explode.
āI belong to you, my love.ā You whispered, kissing down his neck and chest, thrusting your cock sensually slow inside him. Nothing quite like the animalistic sex you two usually have due to your powers, but it was more right than ever. āMy heart, my body, my soul, my spirit. All for you, belong with you.ā
Ben feels as if his heart would hammer right out of his ribcage from how rapid it was beating.
Your soothing yet powerful presence all over the place, hovering over him and embracing every bit of the damaged part of himself that he refused to acknowledge. Thereās resistance gnawing on his skin, the unhealthy urge to push you away and guard himself again with a thick wall despite being the one who willingly showed vulnerability, but Ben uses all of his ability to shove it down. He wanted to listen to your overwhelmingly romantic and gentle words that heās been taught men should never utter, he wanted to be held with so much care like he was your most prized possession, he wanted to be actually loved. For once, he wanted to allow himself to not be drowned in the toxicity his father had force-fed him with.
It doesnāt take you a second to notice him relaxing even further underneath your body, practically leaning onto your existence as the pretty noises escaping his mouth seems to gradually get louder, like he stopped holding himself back.
An awe surrounds your expression, genuinely taken aback by him letting everything go, and a soft sigh of pleasure falls from your lips. āThatās it, baby. You make the most prettiest sound. Donāt hold back,ā Cooing gently, you adjust your hips and rolled into him, brushing his prostate at a perfect angle.
Ben keened, arching his back. āFuuuckā¦ oh, please. Deeper.ā
You obliged, keeping the same slow and sensual pace but pushing further inside. āYouāre made for me, arenāt you? Just as Iām made for you,ā You sharply snap your hips once to emphasise, and he cries out. āWeāre one, my love. No one can have me, I come home to you and only to you no matter what.ā
His breath hitched, the pleasure and your words sending explosions of euphoria into his brain, nodding mindlessly at your promises. āY-yes, fuckā¦ Iām- Iām yours, tooā ah, hngā¦ā Tears spill from his beautiful green eyes as he spread his legs more wide, one hand grabbing your wrist that was propped beside his head to stabilise your body, almost clinging onto you while the other scratched against the mattress. āF-fucking Christ, always- always yours.ā
āI know,ā You softly acknowledged. āAlways mine, no matter how much some part of you canāt accept it. I can see right through you, love. I understand everything about you.ā
āI- oh yes! There, fuck!ā Ben sobs when you start picking up your pace, hips bucking against you. āY-you doā¦ God, you a-always fucking do.ā
That causes a grin to spread across your lips before you leaned down to devour him again.
Truth be told, Ben was afraid of how much you saw everything heās been trying to hide all his life. It takes a bit of his soul every-time he learns to be indifferent, more sick and twisted. The innocence in him had died out long ago, but the desperation of a child never vanquished ā the pathetic, ruined and heavily deprived of any love someone that he always forced himself to forget or get rid of, was seen entirely by you without much effort. He didnāt need to say anything, you always understood all the hidden insecurity, longing, pain, and fear nested deep in his mind. You also understood why he was the way he was, why he does what he does, who he had to become.
To be loved is to be seen and understood, he guesses.
A love heās never thought heāll ever experience from anyone, let alone his supposed enemy. You gave it to him, though. All so willingly, happily, like he was meant for it, like he was always meant for you.
Strangled, loud moan was forced out of him when your hand wrapped around his achingly hard dick, making him feel dizzy from all the overwhelming desire and pleasure. Every bit of love that emits from your touch sends a frying electricity through his veins, fulfilling his inner thirst that was supposed to be unquenchable.
āFuck, fuckfuckfuckā!ā Ben wails, arching his back and digging his nails on your forearm as your thumb rubbed his sensitive slit and smeared precum all over. āC-closeā¦ oh, Christ! Cumminā, cumminā, pleaseāā
āItās alright, Ben. I got you,ā You purred, slamming your hips down on him. āLet go, cum for me.ā
As if thatās all the permission he needed, Ben instantly tumbles over the edge with a loud breathy whine as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, sticky loads shooting out from his cock to his stomach. Body spasming and head thrown back, letting his mind-blowing orgasm wave right off of him, still clinging onto you. You gritted your teeth when his hole tightened impossibly around you, feeling yourself throb and ache to release.
Ben ā in spite of his cloudy, mushed state of mind as well as hazy and cock-drunk look in his eyes ā suddenly wraps both strong legs around your hips to keep you in place, which forces you forward to bury yourself deeper inside him, eliciting a growl of curses from you.
His mouth splits into a dumb, shit-eating grin. āInside, baby. Fill me upā¦ give me all you got. I need you.ā He moves his hips and squeezes down like a fucking expert prostitute, and itās enough to have you let out a guttural groan as you spilled inside his tight hole.
Ben released a shattered breath, moaning delightfully at your warm cum that taints his insides, his hand that was gripping your forearm moving down to caress his belly where he could feel you finishing.
It makes your breath hitch; the action sparking a deep hidden desire and possessiveness within you that youāve had shackled for so long in order to not be too greedy.
But Ben, oh your precious Benjamin, pressed down on his perfect belly and whined so brokenly that tugged the strings of your heart, as if he wanted something so unreachable. He attempts to bury his face on the pillow in what you recognised as shame and you quickly hold his face to keep him from hiding from you, subtle concern glimmering in your gentle eyes.
āWhatās bothering your mind, love?ā You whispered with such carefulness, afraid speaking too loud would break the bubble of sensitivity that surrounded the two of you as you pressed a light kiss on his temple. āYou can tell me, Benji. Itās not embarrassing nor shameful.ā
Benās heart swells at the way you cage him in your protective arms and words, the back of his eyes stinging from the tears that threatened to come out. He doesnāt deserve you; he never did, but youāre so good to him and he doesnāt think he can live without you. No, he knows he canāt live without you.
What would he do without your captivating eyes looking at him with so much passion no one ever gave him before, your gentle voice uttering such carefully crafted words that embraces rather than cut through him, your big and muscular yet warmly protective arms holding him like he was a treasure to behold, your soul healing and rebuilding every damaged bit of his spirit like it was your purpose? What would he do without you?
And fuck, everything would be so much easier if he wasnāt a fucking man. If he wasnāt such a pussy whoās afraid of risking everything.
You gently roll your hips against his, slow and steady, as if to comfort his nerves and overthinking thoughts with a soft pleasure.
Letting out a quiet, breathy sigh, Ben holds your face close and internally fights back against the restraints that wanted to keep him from opening his soul up to you. āWeād beā¦ Weād be so much happier if I wasnāt a fucking man,ā His whispered voice breaks at the end.
His heart ached and so did yours, a realisation dwelling on you of how serious Ben actually was with your relationship. It comes off as an unexpected admittance. While you knew he did love you like you love him, you didnāt think it was to this extent of imagining the countless possibilities if either of you was a woman instead, much less heād think of himself to be the woman. It was odd and so unlike him ā true love brings out something within people, you suppose.
Tears glimmered in his green eyes thatās filled by storm of emotions.
Ben hated this, hated you for making him such a crybaby and a pussy, but heās so in love with you it fucking hurts. He doesnāt know what triggered him to be an annoying, pathetic, insecure loser the moment you held him. God, heās Soldier Boy for fuckās sake!
Then, you look at him with so much tenderness like he hung the moon and was the only thing that grounds you down to earth, and Ben realises itās this.
āYouāre such a fucking fool,ā You affectionately cursed with a tone barely above whisper before pressing a lingering kiss on his lips. āI wouldnāt have spared you a glance if you werenāt. Women never captivated me, love. Only you.ā
Wrapping his arms around your back and burying his face on the crook of your neck, Ben inhales your scent as you gently rock your bodies together. āLove me more,ā He almost demands, voice low and trembling.
You smiled, āOf course, Benji.ā
Pressing a sweet kiss on his head, you grab the back of his thighs and push them to his muscular chest, Benās flexibility despite his well defined physique making it easier for you to fold him. In a swift motion, you slam down on him, beginning to pound away the loud thoughts that made home in his mind. Angelic, high pitched sounds escape Benās mouth with each rough thrusts, bordering on pornographic. The blissful look across his face enhance his already ethereal features, and you canāt help but stare intently at him.
āYou look so beautiful like this, love. Taking me in so well, letting me cherish you.ā You praised, earning a needy whimper from the love of your life. āMy Benjaminā¦ my brave soldier.ā
At the unexpected pet name, Benās body jolts and a choked sob erupted from his throat, suddenly pushed over the edge as he cums undone on his stomach. āF-fuck!ā
āG-god, babyā¦ā You groaned, shuddering in pleasure at the way his gummy walls spasms around your girth. āDrivinā me insane, yāknow that? Cumminā with just my words alone? Shit, wanna fuck you hard and love you at the same time.ā
Digging his nails on your back, Ben attached his lips on your collarbone with an intent to leave several possessive marks, making you jut your hips forward. āD-do it, fuck me.ā He mumbled breathlessly.
Thatās the only permission you needed to let go of your own self-control and just rut into him like an animal, thrusting your cock with more vigour and roughness that forced the headboard to repeatedly bang against the wall. Feeling the way your shaft practically drill into and rearrange his guts that brought immeasurable ecstasy, Ben finds himself finally unable to make out a coherent thought as drools drip down his chin. The two orgasms you milked out of him already left him sensitive enough, his thighs quivering under your grasps.
Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet squelches filled the room, accompanied by feral noises of both of your moans and grunts.
Itās nearly incomprehensible how youāre able to quickly switch between loving him and treating him like a slut next, a perfect balance to Benās constant yearning for admiration or appreciation and his tendency to always be an inconsolable brat that needs to be put back in his place.
He feels so complete and whole, so loved. And so so fucking dumb for your cock. He could stay like this forever without heavy expectations weighing over his head all the time, just taking you whole and letting you ruin his body, looking all pretty and beautiful for you. Yeah, he can do that. Being pretty and sexy has always been a talent of his, after all. He can even learn to cook for you like a fucking perfect, pretty housewife, maybe youāll stuff him full of your cum again while at it and tell him to keep them in. Fuck, he can do that too. He wants to do that.
āOh fuck, Benā¦ā An almost pornographic, low growl rumbles from your chest when he squeezed down on you, his warm walls fluttering against your girth from the imagination. The coil in your stomach tightens as you twitched inside him, too close to your high.
āI- ahā! Please, pleasepleaseā!ā He babbles, one hand shifting to press your ass and push you in deeper, syllables slightly slurred from how cockdrunk he was.
Understanding his wordless signal, you increase your pace with an angle that drives your instincts wild, a chill running through your spine from the overwhelming pleasure. Seeing Ben completely fall apart and surrender underneath you gives your ego an infinite boost, the powerful man such a sobbing, wrecked, pretty little mess just because of your cock. Drunk in every little euphoria and precious love you feed him. Oh, how fucking adorable and gorgeous he was.
Before long, Ben feels you throb inside him and pulls you in with what little willpower he had left, clumsily slipping his tongue in your mouth, overwhelming you with different sensations of his body against yours. Itās enough to have you harshly ram your hips down in one swift motion and empty yourself inside him, a loud wail of your name leaving Benās lips as he finishes as well. You feel his body tremble violently due to overstimulation, breath stuttering.
āYou look so fucked out,ā You laugh breathlessly, hips softly grinding to ride out your climax. āStill fuckinā hot when youāre all dumb nā mindless.ā
Petting his disheveled hair, a soft contented hum leaves Ben as he closed his eyes and nuzzled to your touch. The entire erotic sight of his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, tears staining his cheeks, hazy look across his eyes, and swollen lips sends amusement and satisfaction through your veins ā you definitely fucked whatever self-loathing thoughts heās had out of his head.
Having completely spilled inside him, you moved to pull out only for Ben to groan in protest. āStay the fuck in,ā He grumbled, panting to catch his breath.
āI need to clean us up, love.ā You gently say, but kept yourself sheathed inside him as your lips attach to his neck. āWanna take care of you properly.ā
Ben quietly sighs in content, āYou already do.ā Before he tilts his head to capture you in a passionate kiss. You slowly pull out of him in amidst of the moment, holding his face and reciprocating with equal passion.
He breathes low and heavy when you start to wipe him up with a wet towel you magically conjured up, running it across his body gently as your other hand massaged his sore hip with such tenderness. Your eyes taking in every part of his physique feels much more innocent now compared to before, deep appreciation and subtle awe flashing across your irises the more you stare, which causes his cheeks to tint slightly. You find it adorable how shy or embarrassed he gets whenever you look at him like heās something born out of the stars in contrast to the overinflated cockiness he displays when others compliment him; it just proves he feels different, more special with you.
You shoot him a gentle smile that makes his brain shut down and his heart jump.
Christ on a cross, just what did you fucking reduce him into?
āWill you marry me?ā The words had left his mouth before he could even process.
You froze, eyes wide as you snapped your gaze to him at the same time his own widened in shock. Fuck, did he just say what he thinks he did? After you fucked him ātil he couldnāt even speak properly? God, his legs feel wobbly after all that delicious pounding of your dick in his tight littleā
His distracting thoughts were interrupted by your hands cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you. Thereās a bit of doubt lingered across your expression, worried that you mistakenly heard him, and Benās gaze softened. āWill you marry me?ā He repeats quietly this time with genuine emotion, wiping away your worry.
Excitement and happiness seem to explode within you as you beam; āYes! Fuck, yes, Iāll marry you.ā However, your smile slowly deflates and a foreign look of insecurity replaces the joy surrounding you. āAre youā¦ are you sure? Youāre not pushing yourself?ā
Confusion spreads across his face, āWhy would you think I am?ā
āItās just not that easy to break away from all the homophobia, love.ā You softly remind him. āYouāre still having a hard time accepting it, could barely even call yourself the right term. Youāre afraid, and thatās fine. We can continue on like this. You donāt have to marry me because you feel obligated to.ā
Ben frowns, his hand pulling you down to the mattress at his side as he props up on his elbow and stares at you incredulously. āYou think I wanna fucking marry you just ācause Iām guilty about hiding this? Did it ever occur to you that I actually fuckinā love you?ā
You smile to yourself; what a long way it took for him to just be able to admit that. At least heās letting himself know he can be vulnerable with you now, compared to when he was convinced youāll despise his inner self ā a big fucking pussy, he says ā and completely shut himself off in the beginning.
āHey,ā He grabs your chin to make you pay attention. āI know I still donāt do enough to show you, but I do. I really fucking do, baby.ā
You look into his captivating green eyes for a second before releasing a deep breath, āI know. Trust me, you donāt have to do enough to show it, I can already tell. And I love you too.ā
Ben nods and kisses your lips, lying down beside you. Your hand instinctually attaches to his waist, caressing his soft skin and shooting warmth throughout his body.
He canāt help but stare at your features, the way you look different now from how you looked at the party you crashed earlier. A certain amount of coldness, hostility and displeasure usually lurked your expression in a daily manner ā hidden behind the undeniable charisma and obnoxious arrogance ā directed at others that told exactly what their worth to you was; nothing. Ben hasnāt seen a day you were even remotely pleased by someone in the long years of knowing you, the people who attempted to get in your good graces often ended up screwing everything up instead and irritating you enough to kill them off.
But with him, you wouldnāt even spare him a cold glance. Your gaze twinkling with a pleasant spark, always warm, always comforting, always proud. God forbid you look at him with hatred like youāre supposed to. So affectionate for a man whoās been named after the Devil by the idiotic public that only sees what you let them see.
It is then had Ben realised; to him, true love is you.
True love is when you embrace a part of him that he deems undesirable, mend his broken soul, and melt the ice of deep rooted trauma surrounding his heart ā it is when Soldier Boy doesnāt drive you away from seeing Benjamin, an ordinary boy from South Philadelphia who desperately wanted to make his father proud. You see them as one, as equally significant parts of him.
Good fucking Lord, he was a gigantic imbecile if he didnāt want to marry you, even if the idea still makes him feel quiteā¦ odd. Fuckās sake, he really needs to learn how to deal with this homophobia bullshit, doesnāt he?
Ben licks his lips anxiously, reluctance plastered on his face. āIā¦ I actually got the rings,ā He hesitantly admitted.
Your eyes widened. āYou did?ā
āI- Jesus Christ, of course I did! I know I donāt fucking do shit like that, okay?ā He snapped before quietly muttering, āJust wanted you to believe me when I propose.ā
āI do,ā You donāt miss to give him comfort, grabbing his hand. Benās nerves soothes at your touch. āI just thought we still have a long way to go and you need more time to figure yourself out.ā
He shakes his head, āGotta claim you before some fucker decides youāre free for them.ā
āYeah?ā You smirked, raising one eyebrow. āCouldāve gone with a collar, yāknow. It would get your point straight across. Plus, itās more visible.ā Tapping your neck to emphasise, which made Ben swallow.
Yeah, youāll look good with a collar in his colour. You can even wear both. Thatāll definitely get his point across to anyone that even looks at you. Maybe next time, he decides.
A mischievous smirk spreads across his lips, āThatāll fucking work best. Think I could put a leash on you too?ā He teased, letting out a chuckle and sliding his hand up to your neck and hold you there.
āMhm, fuck yes,ā You almost purred from how pleased you were at the idea.
Ben laughs, lightly squeezing your neck in affection before turning around to rummage through the cabinet on the side of your bed, pulling out a velvet box thatās in the shade of his green. You could tell he was enthusiastic and overwhelmed with emotions from the way his hands slightly trembled, though you made no mention of it to avoid bursting his adorable bubble.
His grin was as bright as the sun on a sunny day when the ring perfectly fits around your finger, already snuggling comfortably on your skin and bringing a weight of new purpose in life. You slip the other ring on his as well, feeling the entanglement of your destiny with one another, the red strings of fate on both of your pinky fingers thickening. Itās a sacred oath that ties you to each other forever.
Warmth spreads around your chest at the fact itās his first time giving you a gift and itās something so unexpectedly intimate. A silver engagement ring with a ruby in his shade of green and his name engraved on the inner side; practically a part of his soul, settling itself home around your finger. You shift your gaze to the one he wears ā the same silver ring but with a dark red ruby instead, your signature colour, and you assume also have your name engraved on the inner side as well.
A big, significant step for a man whoās constantly afraid of what others think about him, and you couldnāt be more prouder.
Lying back down on the bed together, Ben turns his back on you and scoots closer to your chest, making you smile when he grabbed your wrist to pull your arm over his torso. He always loved being hugged by you from behind despite the fact heāll never admit it out loud; as much as it sounds pathetic and unmanly, he doesnāt argue with himself of how it gives him safety and protection from the harsh judgmental world. Being in your arms always dissipated the cruel words of his father carved in his mind.
You gently pulled him closer to your body and pressed a kiss on his shoulder blade. āDonāt have to rush about coming out, love. Itāll take more than a simple courage to be open about something considered taboo by our society. Youāre still dealing with personal issues, weāll focus on that for now.ā
Benās heart warms at your consideration, unable to resist the urge to stick to you like a glue as he leans back on your chest. āHow the fuck did you do it? This feels like a pain in the fucking ass,ā He muttered disdainfully, though there was a hint of willingness in his tone, like heās willing to make an effort just for you.
You shrugged, āmānot exactly shaped by my childhood trauma, Benji, and I didnāt like my parents that much. Never really gave a fuck about somethinā that has no benefit to my life whatsoever.ā
āEntitled asshole,ā He laughs.
āSo are you,ā You teased, making you both erupt in loud laughter.
I could get used to this, Ben thinks as genuine happiness glows bright in his heart, your love anchoring him and providing a solid land for him to stand on. Dealing with his own problems doesnāt sound so bad when youāre there for him every step of the way. With your protective arms around his body, both Soldier Boy and Benjamin knew their heart will always be safe with you.
For once, Ben believes he can finally learn to create a family of his own.
Until disaster struck and life suddenly decides to not be fair on someone as fucked up as him ā ripping his world apart into shreds in the form of coward, betraying bastards known as his fucking teammates.
a neophallus can get erect with an implant (this will either be a bendable rod or a device that inflates with saline at the press of a button, usually in the testicles)
both can feel sexual pleasure and experience orgasm
most neovaginas will be able to tolerate larger insertions with enough dilating/training
the nerves in neophalluses take a while to regrow but it is incredibly rare to experience no sexual nerve growth
both can look and feel "normal" if that's what you want, just take good care of your scars and look at your surgeons' results portfolio (and don't be afraid to be picky! its your genitals, you get to decide!)
in fact it's possible for many people to stealth and for their sexual partners to never know. even for phallo, some people with natal penises have erectile implants too, ED is common. neocaginas are often indistinguishable from natal vaginas
many surgeons are starting to offer preservation options for patients who want a more mixed look/don't want to lose what they have
Summary: My version of the alley scene (season 5 episode 18 : Point of no return)Ā
AN: Tell me if you want to be tagged ! (As usual, I do not own the characters or the universe)
Dean had to face many enemies in his life, but he never thought heāll have to face Cas one day. The angel was very important for him. Before he met Castiel, the angel of the Lord who saved him from perdition, Dean was 100% sure he was straight. Yet, Cas managed to break all of his walls, he became a part of him and he just wonāt let go. Lately, Dean was always having wet dreams. Every night, he was dreaming of his angel. Yes, Dean was basically obsessed with Castiel. He wanted to feel Cas inside of him, hear him whimper in pleasure. He wanted the whole Castiel, only for him.
Heāll never mentioned his fantasies to his angel though, he was worried it might frighten him. Despite that, Dean was devoted to his angel and he would always help is Cas needs him. However, the hunter was a human first, and he reached the point of no return. He couldnāt bear the pressure of Michael and Lucifer anymore. He was about to say āyesā, heāll say āyesā and everything would be over. Yet, Castiel wouldnāt let him do this. Dean never saw him like this, he seemed really pissed. Usually, the angel always had a neutral expression. By the way, it bothers the hunter because he can never guess whatās going on in his pretty head. He wanted to read in Casā mind the way Cas was reading in his.
Ā Dean never thought that Castiel could throw him and beat him up in a damn alley. Ok, Castiel has every right to be mad, really. After all, the angel gave up everything and risked his life just to save him. But he thought Castielās anger would be expressed through some insults and that heāll be gone for a few weeks. Ya know, the usual āradio silenceā. This, what was happening right now, was never something Dean would have thought of. Castiel threw him on a concrete wall. His whole body was sore but he didnāt fought back, he wasnāt even trying to avoid the blows. The simple idea to hurt Castiel was making him sick. Deanās indifference seems to upset Castiel even more as he gripped Deanās jacket and threw him against the grid at the back of the alley.
Ā Dean hit the grid pretty hard, and he fell back on the ground with a cracking sound. His whole body was bruised and he was pretty sure that his ankle just broke. He saw himself dying here, in an filthy alley, at night, killed by his best friend. He could tell that Castiel wasnāt done with him just yet. The hunter was now staring at the angelās clenched fists. In a burst of dignity -or stupidity- he wasnāt sure, he straightens up as he can and starts yelling.
Ā āDo it! Just do it dammit!ā
Dean noticed a slight change in Casā gaze, as if the angel realized that he may have gone a little too far. Yet, his gaze was still intimidating. The hunter was shaking and he was trying really hard not to let the angel notice the pain he was in. It was useless, of course. Dean knew that Cas always knows everything. Nothing could escape his ocean eyes. The angel got closer and then he kneeled in front of him.
Ā āI believe Iāve never felt such a rage before, Deanā
Ā āYep, I think Iāve noticed this, Cas.ā
The hunter tried to move his leg a little, in order to ease the pain. Castiel is the one who did this to him, yet, he cannot blame him. He received the beating of his life, yes, but after all the crap heās done in his life, Dean thinks he deserved it. When Dean saw that Casā hand was moving toward him, he tried to step back a little. After what happened, who could blame him though ? The angelās hand reached Deanās forehead and Dean realized that he was healed. Dean suddenly looked up, he was looking at Castiel in the eye. He was lost, he had no idea what to think anymore.
Ā āLook, Dean, Iām very disappointed at you, but I still donāt want you to suffer.ā
Ā āIā¦ Cas, you have to understand my place. Youāre an angel, youāre above all this but Iām just human. I did this for my brother. Maybe you donāt understand my actions right now but you have to know that it was for Sammy. I wanted a better world for him.ā
Suddenly, Castielās gaze was unbearable to support and the hunter looked down again. God, Dean felt himself becoming hard. Castielās rough voice and his intense gaze could turn him on so easily. Dammit, he though about being fucked right here in this alley where anyone could see them. He was unable to think about anything else now, and he was painfully hard. He couldnāt stop himself from moving a little to find some friction and he barely hold a moan which would have betrayed him. Cas was still staring at him, but his expression was different. Dean had the feeling to be completely exposed, it was like Castiel could see his every thoughts. Maybe he could, actually. We were talking about a friggin angel here. The simple idea turned the hunter on even more if it was possible. Oh jeez, he needed to find a way outta here and fast, otherwise he might just start to beg Cas to fuck him. The angel bent his head on the side like he often did, and Dean dared to look him in the eye again. This time, he couldnāt look away. He felt a strong current between them. It was impossible right? Castiel had no attraction for him.
āLook, Cas, Iām truly sorry to disappoint you but I canāt and I wonāt regret my actions.ā
āOh, but I can guarantee you that youāll regret them, and soon enough.ā
Dean couldnāt reply as the angel gripped him by his shoulders and smashed him against the nearest wall. Castiel looked down at the bulge in Deanās pants before looking up in his eyes.
Ā āWell, Well it looks like you have a thing for violenceā
Ā āWhat ? Nā¦ No, Iā
Castiel put his hands on the wall around the hunterās face before smashing his lips on Deanās. Castielās tongue was dominant and Dean opened his lips to let his angel in. Dean whined loudly when Cas bit his lips and then, licked it to ease the pain. Castielās mouth was sweet and dominant at the same time. The hunter forgot everything and kissed his angel back. He gripped Casā hair and pulled them a little which caused Castiel to moan. Wow, this was the hottest thing he ever heard. When Cas pulled back to let them both breathe, the Hunter could only see lust in Casā eyes.
āI know you were doing this on purpose Dean, I know that you do everything you can to piss me off. Stop fighting this.ā
āCaaas, Iā¦ā
āDonāt pretend that you donāt want this. Donāt forget Iām watching you. If only you knew how many times I answered your prayers only to find you in your bed moaning my name while you were sleeping.ā
Dean couldnāt bear it anymore. Hearing his angel talking like that, it was so hot. He suddenly decided to act and he reversed their positions. Castiel looked surprised.
āIf only youāll let me speak, youāll know that I want nothing else more than I want you.ā
Castiel smiled whilst he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and his briefs down. He gripped Deanās hair and forced the hunter to kneel in front of him.
āI want you to blow me Dean.ā
The young man loved how his angel could change his mood like that. One moment he was patient and sweet and the other he was dominant and violent. Dean werenāt very submissive, but Castiel werenāt just a regular someone. Heāll do anything for him just because he wanted it. Thatās why he did what he was asked. He started to stroke a little Casā length and the angel sighed at that. Dean loved to watch Casā every reaction. Whilst looking at him in the eye, Dean licked the little slit before he licked the whole thing. Dean whimpered when Cas grabbed his hair strongly. The hunter opened his mouth and took as much of his angel as he could. He put his hands on what was left and he started sucking and stroking his lover. He couldnāt get bored of the incredible noises that his angel was making. Suddenly, Cas took the control and he imposed his own rhythm. Yet, Cas was still careful not to hurt his hunter. Dean loved it when Cas took control and he moaned over and over. Cas felt every moans on his length and he eventually climaxed in Deanās mouth. The hunter swallowed his cum under the angelās approval.
āWell, well, who would have thought that Dean Winchester was a cock slut ? Itās obvious thatās not the first time youāre doing this.ā
Dean moaned softly and reached the bulge in his pants to seek some relief.
āOh, so youāre not even gonna try to deny it? The truth is, Dean that youāre a little slut. You want my cock thatās it ?ā
āYā¦es Caaas, please, I need you, help me.ā
Ā Castiel lifted Dean up and kissed him tenderly before he brought them back in the bunker with his magic. Dean needed a few seconds to realize where they were.
āCas?ā
āYes, Dean?ā
āI need you.ā
āWhat do you want me to do Dean? I need you to be precise.ā
āI, I want you to fuck me.ā
Dean wasnāt even embarrassed to say those things. He was so turned on that heāll do anything. Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean was now completely naked, at his angelās mercy. Castiel then start to took off his tie slowly without breaking their eye contact. He seemed surprised when Dean stopped him.
āCas, I, I really like your clothesā¦ You were wearing them in all of my dreams andā¦ā
Castiel shushed him by putting a finger on his lips.
āOk then, Iāll keep my clothes on.ā
The angel pushed Dean on the bed behind him.
āTurn around and I want you on all fours.ā
Dean moved quickly. He was so needy for his angel. Castiel climbed on the bed behind Dean and leaned in order to kiss Deanās back languidly and Dean moaned softly.
āYouāre so good to me right now Dean, youāre beautiful, and mine. Do you understand what it means?ā
āYes, Castiel. Only yours.ā
In this moment, Castiel was back to his old self. His motions were delicate and tender. The angelās hands were slowly stroking Deanās body. The angel managed to linger on the erogenous parts. A weird sound escaped Deanās throat, it sounded like a purr and Castiel enjoyed it very much.
āDo you have lube?ā
Dean slightly bent himself, opened the first drawer of his nightstand and picked a small bottle that he gave to his angel. He couldnāt see what was happening behind him but he felt his impatience growing as he heard that Cas had opened the bottle. Castiel poured some on his fingers before he pressed one of his fingers in Deanās hole. Deanās body tensed a little at the intrusion, but the soothing voice of his lover relaxed him.
āItās ok Dean, donāt worry. Youāre doing just fine.ā
When Cas curled his finger and reached Deanās sweet spot, the hunter whimpered and Castiel put another finger inside Dean. He started to move his fingers in and out of Dean at a small pace to prep him. Dean was moaning his angelās name over and over.
āCaaas! Itās fine, Iām fine you can take me now.ā
Castiel was waiting for this precise moment. He took his fingers off of Dean who whined at the lost. He then placed his erect member in front of Deanās entrance before slowly pushing in.
āCas, donāt worry I can take it.ā
āRemember you asked for this.ā
Castiel fully pressed himself in Dean in one quick motion. He was balls deep in his lover and he was making a bunch of noises. Dean tensed and screamed of both pleasure and pain.
āDammit, youāre so tight around me Dean, Are you ok?ā
The concern in Castielās voice warmed Deanās heart. He knew that Castiel really cared for him. But theyāll have plenty of time for that after. Right now, Dean needed the dominant Cas to fuck the hell outta him.
āIām ok, I just need you, fuck me hard Cas.ā
Castiel growled at that and started to move at a really fast pace. Each of his thrusts made them both whimper in pleasure. Dean couldnāt hold the screams from his throat. He was screaming Castielās name. When Dean felt his orgasm build in him he screamed.
āCaaas, Iām close, Iām gonnaā¦ā
At this exact moment, Castiel stopped moving causing Dean to almost cry in frustration.
āCas what the hell?ā
āDean, if you wanna come you will repeat everything I say.ā
āW, What? But Casā¦ā
āI wonāt disobey again.ā
Dean had no reaction, so Cas pulled himself out a little. Thatās when Dean understood. He repeated the sentence and was rewarded by a powerful thrust.
āI will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.ā
āI wiā¦ aaah will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.ā
āOk, good boy.ā
Castiel started to thrust in Dean again and the hunter came a few seconds after that. When he felt Deanās hole clench around his cock Castiel came too. They both fell on the bed, Castiel was still in his lover. Before the angel could say anything, Dean gripped his tie and kissed him.
āYouāre mine too Cas, Iāll kill anyone who comes a little too close.ā
anon from the "matt using religion in bed" ask here. you said so sorry anon in your tags but baby it was perfect my brain is melting. just imagine coming back from church and next thing you know you're on your knees telling him stuff like "such a catholic doing such terrible things to me. what would god say, matty?" but he immediately makes you embarrassed saying something like "maybe if you weren't such a dirty slut i wouldn't be tempted and we wouldn't have to keep praying for forgiveness"
oh my goodness YES!!!!
youād be so back and forth with each other. heād be praying the same rosary he ties your hands with. youād be on your knees both in the pews and in the bedroom. I think he might not like calling you a slut or a whore because youāre so amazing, he couldnāt degrade you like that. but I think he would constantly say that youāre tempting him, whether it be with a shorter dress or a chaste kiss or even begging for him to put his cock in you when heās knuckle deep in your cunt. itās a cycle, a routine: have wonderful, amazing sex together, then spend an hour begging for forgiveness from God.
free my man (Wilson Fisk) he definitely did all of it but I donāt care he had an abusive dad and he had to kill him just to save himself and his mother. Nothing could make me hate him. The other characters all acted like he was a monster for doing that, when his dad was the real monster, and the reason Wilson ended up that way. Also, hot take but I liked him and Vanessa together, and he was one of the more complex, fleshed-out marvel villainsā
In order for me to like a marvel character they have to kick serious ass. At least a little. And have swag. Which is why I fucking hate Tom Hollandās spider-man. No charisma, gets his ass whooped 24/7, do I need to go on???
Also Tom holland doesnāt have the same charisma other actors like charlie cox or Ryan reynolds have š¤·āāļøš¤·āāļøš¤·āāļø Iām sure heās a nice dude I just donāt like him as Peter Parker :\
Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier
Exclusive Outtake from Captain America: The Winter Soldier
@homoeroticfisticuffs asked for a way to find all of these outtakes so I'm gonna post this. These are all I have posted so far. I only have 5 left unreleased.
