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holy fucking. what the fuck. how the fuck. i need air asap. i need this old man NOW
Hi there!! Can I request a soldier boy x reader smut? Basically reader was this too pin up girl who has been shown in famous magazines and videos in scandalous poses until she retired being a housewife for Ben. Even retired though Ben still takes her outs on vought galas and still shows her off until a guy tries to bag her into being with him not realizing she was still with Ben. In the end Ben makes a Sex tape of him getting her pregnant and mysteriously gets leaked to the public cause more men are now starting to thirst for her more so Ben had enough and wanted to show everyone that she’s his. 🧎♀️
omg this request is amazing! I hope I did it justice- sorry it took so long btw!/MDNI
every piece of media displayed your alluring beauty. camera flashes erupted from every corner as you got photographed in the most scandalous poses whilst wearing the skimpiest lingerie. you were the most sought after vixen. people often compared you to iconic pin up girls like bettie page and you lived for all the attention- until ben showed up.
from the moment you first laid eyes on him, you knew that you just wanted to get spoiled by him. he had this manly force that just made you want to be taken care of. it didn't take long for him to propose to you and you certainly did not require a lot of convincing to be his housewife. now your days consisted of being spoiled rotten and getting fucked to oblivion. of course retiring from your job only to settle down as a housewife resulted in a lot of critism from others but none of it mattered to you.
ben and you were still regular visitors at vought galas. he liked to show you off, rub into everyone's faces that you were his. his hand firmly grasping onto your waist, pulling you towards him. usually it was fun but the tension was palpable today. ben felt the gazes of lustful men trailing down your body "jesus are they all just fresh outta jail? they're starring down at you like you're meat" you placed your hand onto his chest "relax honey, that is just what tends to happen with a past like mine. thought you got used to it by now" ben let out a dissatisfied groan and rubbed his temples "I'm gonna go get a drink doll, christ knows I can't do this shit sober" his voice erupted with anger as he pushed your hands off of him. you rolled your eyes at his temper, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you watched him walk away. your gaze intuitively shifted towards a guy who approached you. he was fairly handsome but of course nothing compared to ben. he stared at you up and down.
"what's a woman like you doing here alone? can I get you a drink, gorgeus?" just as you wanted to open up your mouth ben's voice cut you off "get the fuck off my girl before I beat your scrawny ass up" the guy mumbled a sorry and instantly staggered off. ben graped your wrist so tightly that it almost turned blue. "am fuckin' sick of it, every damn day a new guy tries to get in your panties like you're public service or somethin'. and they're such bitches too. that pathetic fuck didn't even look me in the eye like a real man" you whined "owww, where are we going?" he grumbled under his breath "home, to prove everyone that your mine"
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at home ben didn't even hesitate before throwing you on the bed and instantly climbing over you, trapping you completely under him. he pressed his lips against yours in a harsh kiss- that tasted like mellow bourbon and jealousy. his hands slid down your chest cuping your tits roughly "gonna get you fuckin' pregnant, doll. gonna fully belong to me then" you took in a sharp inhale "ben...are you sure?...just stop being impulsive for a sec please. let's talk it-" before your sentence ended he slid your panties down and began toying with your clit with his thumb, circling it around. his index and middle finger plunged in and out of your cunt.
his other hand pressed down on your stomach "gonna be so pretty with a bump. yeah then everyone can fucking see that I own you" you moaned and leaned your head back, grinding yourself against his fingers "god, ben. I don't know if I'm ready" he pinched your clit for a brief second "course you're ready, that's your fucking duty as my wife"
you let out a shaky moan "ugh god, I can't believe what you're saying saying sometimes. he curled up his fingers hitting your gspot as you felt yourself needing that sweet release "ughh fuck, I'm cumin daddy, please don't stop" your eyes rolled back as you came on his fingers. he took them out and reached out to stroke the base of his cock a few times "you're such an easy slut, no wonder considering your previous job was just you whoring around" you furrowed your eyebrows "hey it was a professional job! sort of like modeling" he scoffed "sure keep lyin' to yourself sweetheart now be quiet yeah? no one cares about your opinions"
you teared up at his words but agreed with him "I guess you're right..." he let out a dry chuckle and lined up his cock with your entrance, stretching your hole out. you moaned and leaned your head back-your nails reaching to scratch his back "ahh fuck- mhm I love you daddy" he began thrusting into you at a brutal force. his balls hitting your plump ass as he pumped in and out of you "yeah? if you love daddy you will do what he says won't you? gonna let me pump my cum into you like a good girl?" he reached out for a camera that laid on the nightstand while his cock was still planted inside you, your walls were dripping down with arousal at how much power he held over you "gonna get this on camera so that everyone can see me breedin' my pretty girl"
you whined and covered your face up in shame. he pushed away your hands from your face "since when so camera shy, doll? you used to be a pro at this" you whimpered "this is different, it's way more vulnerable" his thrusts picked up again after you said that "fuckin right it is, gonna be as personal as it can get. gonna let the whole world know that you're mine."
your cunt was fluttering around his cock "oh fuck" you shuddered "gonna cum again" you let out a soft cry as you came undone before him. "mhmm what a good whore f'me" his hips buckled in an untamed manner, raspy moans escaping his throat as he approached his climax. with a final thrust warm cum spilled inside your stomach, filling you up. you let out a shaky breath as he touched your stomach again "now I claimed you for eternity, doll. no one is gonna ever fuckin' flirt with you again. have you fully to myself"
the next day the video got mysteriously leaked- although it was clear as day that ben posted it and it got A LOT of attention from the public making you feel as exposed as ever.
He's at your window — B.P.
Paring: Benjamin Poindexter x fem!reader
Summary: Dex becomes obsessed with one of the waitresses at his local diner. (3.5k)
Tags/warnings: smut (mdni), dry humping, oral (f!receiving), face riding, cumming untouched, pathetic dex, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, reader is morally grey and kind of a freak (affectionately)
A/N: First time writing for Dex!!! Heavily inspired by the song "She" by Tyler, The Creator and Frank Ocean. English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!
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A routine, that's all you craved for when you skipped town a couple of months ago. That's what you try to remind yourself as another day, identical to the previous, begins.
You wake up tangled in your cheep sheets, glistening with sweat as the first rays of sunshine filter through your open window.
You paddle to the small kitchen of your new home, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet, and make yourself a cup of coffee. Then, you start to get ready for another shift at the diner.
Need To Know
݈݇— pairings: nerdy!roommate AU dex poindexter x roommate!freader ݈݇— summary: Your friends keep laughing it off whenever you swear your shy, roommate Dex is secretly a total catch under the oversized clothing—they just can't see it like you do and you're finally determined to confirm it for yourself. ݈݇— [18+] themes: implied stalking, perverted roommate, dex acting pathetic, ooc dex, size kink, praise kink, teasing/seduction, body worship, msub, foreplay, oral (m & f receiving), dick slaps, face-riding, mating press, dirty talk, unprotected piv(pls use protection), creampie. Porn with plot. No use of y/n. Author's Notes: Inspired by Need To Know by Doja Cat. Another fucking self indulgent fanfic. May or may not make a part 2 depending on how this goes lol.
Dex was right in the middle of staring at the same stubborn line of code for the third damn time when the loud clatter echoed from the living room, followed immediately by your very loud, very frustrated “Oh fuck!”
His hands froze on the keyboard. He was already half out of his chair before his brain caught up—because that’s what roommates did. They checked on each other. They didn’t just sit there spiraling through every worst-case scenario while their heart tried to punch its way out of their chest. Especially not when it was you.
He should’ve knocked. He knew the rule. But the door was already cracked open, and the only rule that actually mattered in his head (the one he’d invented the day you moved in) was simple: make sure you’re okay. Even if his palms were already clammy. Even if he’d spent the last six months pretending he didn’t notice you in anything less than full-coverage pajamas.
Saw someone mention places where they’d like to get cracked and one of them was the staircase after an argument I want a dex fix so baddddd
missed calls (ben poindexter x reader)
warnings?: ddba dex, sad-ish argument, p in v.
it was in times like this where you wished your apartment complex would install an elevator.
your coffee date with an old roomate went longer than usual but you needed to go out and socialize, to get your mind off of the news and as you pulled out your phone and saw the 19+ missed calls, also from your boyfriend.
as you rounded the corner to head for the next set of stairs, your breathe hitched as you saw a large, intimidating figure on the steps that led to your apartment door.
dressed head to toe in black tactical gear, masked, silent, one knee on a stair and one hand braced against the wall. he’d been there awhile, waiting.
you shouldn’t be surprised anymore. most people got flowers left outside their door. you got bullseye lurking in stairwells.
“dex.”
“you ignored my calls.”
the sigh that left your lips made dex tilt his head in confusion, “what?”
grabbing the railing with your hand, you gripped it tight. kept your mouth shut and tried to hold in your temper.
the silence went for longer than necessary, you noticed dex’s weird tilt and slumped shoulder.
the news was right, he was injured.
usually, you would’ve been all over it. asked him if he was okay, asked him if he needed anything but tonight, it filled you with rage.
“you’re hurt.”
“i was- i am but i- i fixed it so-”
“fuck you.”
the world stills in that moment, only the sound of heavy breathing and the muffled traffic from the busy streets of newyork can be heard.
“what- what did i do” dex asked pulling off his mask.
his hair looks a mess, greying blonde hair sticking up in multiple directions, his cheeks are flushed with hues of pink and red with light sweat collecting near his hairline.
dex’s eyes were searching for answers in your eyes, his hands restless by his side.
“why…why the fuck do you keep getting yourself in to near death situations” you cry out, your hand gnaws at your chest while your eyes turn glassy.
“do you not care? is that what it is?” you ask.
dex stands there with his head hug between his shoulders, nodding as if being scolded at like a kid.
“you know who i am…what i have to do” he slowly lets out.
“…yes, i know,” you snap, the laugh dying as quickly as it came. “i know exactly who you are, dex.”
“you think I’m angry because you do your job?” you ask.
his jaw tightens, “lets go inside let-”
you shrug him off, you are done tip toeing over this problem. “you think I don’t understand that?”
“i didn’t say that.”
“you didn’t have to.”
the words come out harsher than you intended. you wipe at your eyes, frustrated when more tears immediately replace the ones you brushed away.
“dex, you disappear for hours,” you continue. “days sometimes. then I turn on the news and there you are.”
“someone’s shooting at you, or- or throwing something at you.” you yell out.
dex’s shoulders rise and fall with a heavy breathe.
“and every single time,” you whisper, “I have no idea if you’re coming back.”
dex’s gaze finally returns to yours. “I know exactly how dangerous it is,” he says in spite. “i know every time I walk out there there’s a chance I don’t come back.”
“then why?” you beg.
“i’m good at it.”
you scoff, “that’s a terrible reason.”
“I know, I don’t know how to be anything else.”
“Before you…” he swallows. “I never really had anyone waiting for me.”
your chest tightens, the anger slowly being replaced with sadness.
“dex-”
“no, let me finish.” he cries out softly, hands in surrender as he steps down close to you.
“i know I scare you and i’ll- i’ll try to want to live for you.”
you watch him take a hesitant step closer, “i’m sorry” he whispers.
he tilts his head, getting closer to you and the tears you’ve been fighting finally spill over.
his hands twitch at his sides, wanting to reach out but unsure if he can.
“you idiot,” you whisper.
a faint smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.
“yeah.”
“you absolute fucking idiot.”
you close the distance and kiss him, dex loses his footing but grabs on to you and the railing.
he smiles against your lips as he feels the tears against your cheek.
“live for yourself too” you whisper, softly caressing his face.
dex smiles and kisses you deeper.
you fall back against the railing, the realization hitting tha you haven’t seen this motherfucker in three days.
his hands are warm as they feel you all over, your mouth opens on a whine as his lips kiss down your throat, feeling his teeth lightly graze around your neck.
the urge to get in you wins over common sense and dex begins to pull down your pants. right there, on the stairs of your apartment floor.
somewhere between kissing your neck and softly caressing your inner thigh. dex pumps his dick in his hand.
he’s shaking, “sweetheart, i can’t wait” he cries out as you whimper in his arms.
“fuck you, we haven’t had sex in days i do not care about waiting” you pant out as you run your hands up and down dex’s biceps.
dex laughs into the air, nibbling at your earlobe and whispers, “when did you start saying ‘fuck you’ so much?”
your smirk falls into a moan when you feel the pressure of dex entering you pussy.
you moan into his shoulder, your hands clawing at his back, “well, only when you piss me off”
dex thrusts into you and whispers into your hair, “like now?”
another thrust
“maybe” you breathe.
suddenly, dex speeds up his pace and your grip tightens as you try to suppress your moans.
thankfully the walls and doors of your apartments were quite thick.
before you could warn dex, you come all around his dick and cry into his shoulder. the feeling not only gives you sexual pleasure but a sense of relief that dex was back in your arms.
meanwhile dex grunts your name with every thrust and comes all over his hand and between your legs.
“we should probably…go inside”
you giggle and nod while trying to fish out your keys from your pocket.
“also, please pick up my calls sweetheart.”
“you wish.”
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ok this was supposed to be like a hate fuck but i honestly got a little angsty with it so sorry to anon 😓😓😓.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
⋆。𖦹°‧★ Ben might gloat otherwise, but he's a sucker for missionary. He’ll frame your face with his hands and kiss you between slow, deep thrusts. "That must feel fucking amazing," he’ll chuckle, his thumb wiping a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek. "Alright, lean into me, come on."
⋆。𖦹°‧★ He gets hot for a tight, face-to-face spooning position. He’ll pull you against his chest, wrapping his arm completely around you so you’re tucked perfectly under his chin. Your leg splays over his waist, and his hand gropes at the back of your thigh. It’s lazy, intimate, and allows for his sugar-talking in your ear while he pumps into you steadily.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ When you're feeling high energy, he loves when you straddle him while he’s propped up against the headboard. He keeps his hands at your waist, guiding the frantic roll of your hips and becomes intoxicated by your expressions. Push him down flat on the bed and reverse... he's a lucky man.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ Afterward, he won't let you slide away. He pulls you against his chest and winds his legs around yours to keep you at his side. "Fucking masterful," he’ll mutter sleepily, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder.
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He can mark his territory ♡
A Hotel Room in Monaco
Chapter III - Old Fashioned
EPIGRAPH
"I felt as though I had known you for a long time." — Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character Genre: angst, romance, emotional affair, tension, mature Warnings: emotional infidelity, marriage issues, yearning, alcohol
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Slightly out of breath, still carrying the cold air from outside with her, one hand holding her phone, the other adjusting the strap of a leather bag that immediately got dropped onto the stool beside her.
She looked like she had come straight from war.
Long dark hair slightly messy now, makeup a little softer around the eyes after an entire day, sleeves rolled carelessly up her forearms beneath a white blouse tucked into tailored trousers. Tiredness lingered around her, but then she smiled—
And Jesus Christ.
It hit him like sunlight after drowning.
A Hotel Room in Monaco
Chapter II - Foreign Affairs
EPIGRAPH
“Why is it that the best people seem to hide themselves away?” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character Genre: angst, romance, emotional affair, tension, mature Warnings: emotional infidelity, marriage issues, yearning, alcohol
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The breakfast room was already crowded when Jensen walked in, baseball cap low over his eyes, sunglasses hanging from the collar of his Henley. The smell of coffee, butter and expensive hotel perfume filled the air, mixed with low conversations in different languages.
Karl Urban was the first one to notice him.
- “Oi oi, look who survived the great hotel tragedy of last night.”
Jack Quaid nearly choked on his coffee laughing.
- “Dude, I still can’t believe you got locked out of your room. That’s so embarrassingly old-man coded.”
- “Fuck off “- Jensen muttered, grabbing a coffee pot from a nearby table. - “It wasn’t my fault, the damn lock died.”
- “Sure grandpa” - Karl said, not even looking up from his plate. - “Did ya forget the password too?”
Jensen rolled his eyes, but a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he sat down with them.
- “I’m serious. Nobody could open the damn thing. Hotel staff, technician, everybody looked completely clueless.”
- “So what happened?” - Erin asked, curious.
Jensen poured coffee into his mug, leaning back on the chair.
- “My neighbor saved me.”
A Hotel Room in Monaco
Chapter I — The Door
EPIGRAPH
“There are moments when one is ready to spend whole years in the hope of a single minute of happiness.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character Genre: angst, romance, emotional affair, tension, mature Warnings: emotional infidelity, marriage issues, yearning, alcohol
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It was past midnight when Irina finally closed her laptop and leaned back against the pillows with a long, exhausted breath.
“Well,” she murmured to herself, rubbing tired eyes, “it can’t get any better than that.”
She tossed the laptop aside onto the large hotel bed, switched off the lights, and sank deeper into the soft mattress with relief. Pulling the silk sleep mask over her eyes, she finally allowed her body to relax.
“This is not possible, pal!”
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✦Read on a03! - Masterlist - Dean Masterlist✦ ✦summary: Dean's refusing any help to get over his sex curse, no matter how many women you find for him. If only he'd just tell you why✦ ✦warnings/tags: Dean Winchester x female!reader, no use of y/n, sex pollen, angst, pining, Dean being a dummy (it's okay we love him), big emotions (sex pollen does that), just the nastiest smut (praise kink, soft!dom Dean, finger sucking, fingering, some car sex, dirty talk, oral f!receiving, sex pollen appropriate stamina, overstimulation, body worship, dumbification, creampie), love confessions during sex, light fluff at the end✦ ✦wc: 10k✦ ✦author's note: voted for my the people! this might be the horniest thing i've written ever like i got possessed plz enjoy✦
This room is going to suffocate you.
Outside, there’s a chilling breeze that bites at your ears, and you had to turn the heater off after an hour of Dean whining about it. You’re wearing a few layers and thick, fuzzy socks that slide on the floor. When you look at your fingers, they’re developing a purplish tint under the nails, and you’d think your nose was bleeding if you could feel it at all.
But you’re burning alive. Deep in your stomach with shame, and an arousal you’re not allowed to indulge. It’s wrong, right now, to have flushed cheeks and sweat gathering under your clothing. A tingling heat that’s hidden under the collar of your shirt, and restless fingers as you work, itching to touch something.
Yourself. Just a rub between your thighs for a little pressure of relief to help you focus.
Dean. Lying on the bed, moaning lewdly and humping the sheets like you’re not even in the room.
Hii can i request brat!tamer dex taking care of brat!reader who is on her period 😝
🫧 brat tamer!dex taking care of you on your period. real bc i just started mine. if you have any brat tamer!dex x brat!reader requests send them my way, i love writing brat x brat tamer ! ! ! ! ! ! !
your periods were bad. terrible cramps, no energy, and your attitude was bordering intolerable. but dex knew it was because of the pain you were in, it made you grouchy and less playful. which meant he dialled down his brat taming. though he didn't turn it off.
you were stubborn with medication. he had to fight you whenever you had a cold, or had to take any sort of prescription. just as he was doing so right now.
"just take it, sweetheart." he stood on one side of the couch, you on the other with your arms folded. "it'll make you feel much better."
"no." you watched his foot step to the side of the couch, advancing toward you, but you had stepped further from him. it had been a game of cat and mouse, circling each other around the couch.
"come on, sweetheart." he sighed, holding the painkillers in his hand. "i'll even break it up for you, hm? you want that?"
you shook your head, still heavily frowning up at him. he paused, lunging for you as you tried to escape. but he was far bigger, and far taller than you were. he could catch you with ease, he only wanted to give you a chance to be willing.
he held you hostage in his lap, an arm locked around your waist as he broke the small pills in half for you to better swallow. he fought to open your jaw, placing the pills on your tongue before handing you a glass of water. and watched you uncomfortably swallow.
"show me." he instructed, watching you open your mouth and lift your tongue to prove you had in fact taken the pills.
he massaged your stomach gently with the arm that held you, his other hand rubbing your arm. "only doing this to help you, sweetheart. don't wanna see you in pain."
"thank you, dex." you murmured, laying your head back against his shoulder.
it was only when you had taken the painkillers, that your attitude had settled. and you had clung to the man who made you feel good, who had all your best interests at heart. and he had been on his feet all day for you, making sure you had everything you needed. and you watched him from the couch as he made you something to eat, massaged your stomach as you watched your favourite movie, refilled your mug of tea when it ran low.
but the pills had only taken effect for so long, before your frown settled in again. and your brattiness started back up. dex thought he was in the clear, thought you had fallen asleep against his chest as you laid atop him on the couch. with his fingers dragging gently over your back.
"ugh, dex. you keep going over the same spot." you whined, shoving his hand away.
he took firm hold of your hair, yet a gentle enough grip not to hurt you. and craned your head to look at him. he stared down at you with raised eyebrows, a stern look on his face.
"wanna try that again?" he spoke, his voice low against your lips. he watched you swallow thickly, gaze dropping from his to his lips.
"sorry." you whispered. "just hurts."
that was enough to have him weak for you once more, but he couldn't show you that. you were a brat, through and through. and you didn't need the knowledge of how weak he was for you.
"s'okay, baby." he let go of your hair, your chin resting against his chest with a pout. "want me to run you a bath?"
and he had done so. adding your favourite bath soak, and a new mug of tea at the side of the tub. he even carried you from the couch to the bathroom, taking your clothes off gently and leaving you to climb in.
not even a minute later, you called for him.
"dex!"
"yeah, sweetheart?" he poked his head round the door, seeing you submerged in the water surrounded by bubbles.
"will you stay with me?" you asked so sweetly, fluttering your lashes up at him. you knew he wouldn't say no.
so he sat on the side of the tub, staring down at you as you closed your eyes. his hands grazed over your hair, sliding down your face, until he massaged your breasts. the water warm against his skin, as he kneaded the soreness out of them. if you weren't so torn by your period, your moans would have him pulling you from the tub and taking you against the edge of it.
"how're you feeling, sweetheart?" he whispered after a moment of silence, when it looked as if you'd fallen asleep again.
"better." you smiled, eyes still closed as his hand kept working.
bitch just lemme suck your dick and continue looking at me like this okay
ben just sitting casually in our couch with his legs wide tf open watching tv, and reader can’t help but notice how hot he looks in GRAY SWEATPANTS etc etc
Spoiler: reader riding him and shutting his mouth with her pantiesssjsnshshsjs
PLS I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THUXUXIXUSUSJSJS
OH HELL YEAH. ALSO, SO SORRY FOR GETTING TO IT JUST NOW; I WAS VERY BUSY WITH EXAMS, AND RN I'M AT PRACTICAL TRAINING!! GONNA BE RARELY ACTIVE, LIKELY. BEAR WITH ME FOR LIKE A MONTH, BABES. SO SORRY!!
Ben, being the old fuck he is, sprawled out on the couch watching some old war movies. His legs are spread wide open, and he is wearing a blue jersey that he probably kept from Butcher, along with grey sweats. You can see the imprint of his huge cock even when he's soft, and god, that makes you hungry.
"Whathcu looking at, doll? Huh?" He says with a smirk and that cocky tone of his. "You're such a needy thing ain't ya?" … "C'mere."
You don't waste a second and straddle his lap, wearing nothing but one of his large tees and some panties, while reaching over to grab one of the joints he leaves on the table. "You're so fucking fine, Ben." You're acting like a bitch in heat, and he loves it. "''s my little slut ovulating, hmm?" He laughs and mocks. "Shut up, Ben." You lift your hips to slide your panties off, clutching them in your hand. "You're so slutty, you know?" He chuckles as he reaches to grab a nearby lighter.
"I mean, walking around like that, dressed like a fuck—" You cut him off by shoving your panties in his mouth, and that gets him instantly hard. You can feel and see the impring harden and rise; the tent in the grey sweats obvious.
"Of course I'm ovulating, Benny," you tease back at him. Surprisingly he doesn't make the effort to pull the panties out of his mouth to confront you and just watches what you do next. Ben is lazy, and whenever you're on top, you do all the work usually. You pull his pants down along with his boxers, just enough to free his cock.
You grab the base of his cock and rub it up and down your slit to collect the moisture before positioning him at your entrance. You slide down with a loud moan and throw your head back. Even though you've fucked multiple times, it's still hard getting used to the size of his dick.
"Ben, fuck!! You feel so damn good." He just lets you take the lead with your panties still shoved in his mouth. When your hips start rocking back and forth and up and down, he finally pulls them out, and surprisingly he doesn't say a word. He just smirks and finally lights the joint and takes a hit.
"That's it, doll; you fuck yourself on my cock while I get nice and high…" He watches you with a smirk, one hand eventually gripping your hip for support as he leans back with a grunt of pleasure. He throws his head back as he takes two more hits before discarding the joint in a nearby lighter.
Your moans get louder; you bite your lip as you slow down with each movement because doing all the work is exhausting. "You look like you need a little help here." He shifts his free hand to grab the other hips and moves you with ease, as if you weigh nothing. From there the pace is quick; he's controlling the movements, and soon enough you can feel him twitching inside of you. "Fuck, doll, you look so hot on top of me like that..."
"Gonna cum with me, hmm?" You nod as you both chase the release with heavy breathing, hisses and moans. You feel the knot building up as Ben can't hold back anymore. He spills thick ropes of cum inside of you. He grunts, and the grip on your hips gets even tighter, enough to leave bruises. You follow soon enough, letting out a high-pitched moan of pleasure and bliss. You both ride it out as a mixture of both of your juices spills down right on his lap.
"Fuck, baby. You're going to kill me one day, fucking an old man like me with so much enthusiasm." … "You know maybe we should start doing those homemade pornos; you'd be a real star of the internet." He winks and smirks.
soldier boy one shot
🛡️his legacy
summary: ben comes home with an unexpected “gift” and a decision about claiming his future with you
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The TV played softly in the background while you lounged on the couch, half paying attention to some random movie.
You’d been waiting for Ben to get back for almost an hour now. He’d gone out earlier saying he “had to pick something up”. He hadn't specified what, but you didn’t think much of it, assuming he’d be back with beer or a joint between his lips.
Finally, when the front door finally opened, you glanced up.
Ben stepped inside carrying a paper bag in one hand. He shut the door behind him, amd his eyes found you lounging on the couch.
I need a soldier boy x reader girl where she works for playboy bunny and he was given a free trial of magazines and exclusive photos of her making him wanna meet her and decided to knock her up. Please
Ngl I’m going through a wheel system and see which requests I send out ≽^• ˕ •^≼
so I kinda went in a dark direction and got carried away in general lmao sorry hope thats okay and you enjoy anyways! xoxoxo
cw: Smut 18+. DEAD DOVE dark!soldier boy. non-con/dub-con. age gap. breeding kink. p in v sex. creampie. hair pulling. degradation. sexism. he makes you wear the ears. not proofread🫁
When Soldier Boy is freed from the chamber, he seeks out the luxuries he adored before. His collection of Playboy magazines immediately came to mind.
Except now this shit is so fucking expensive compared to before. He reluctantly buys the most exclusive membership possible. It's not fair he can't jerk off to the beauties with big smiles and pretty pink pussies for free, like a goddamn American Hero should. He should go and find wherever their limp dick CEO stays and wring his neck until the company is just offered to him. He'd make Hugh Hefner look like a choir boy.
He doesn't really like online porn, and not because technology isn't his strong suit yet. That shit is tasteless, a real man flips through a catalogue instead of "scrolling" or whatever. It's more dignified. At least to him anyways.
He's got the magazine in one hand and his cock in the other. It's long and thick, with a pretty rosy tip and a vein running along the base. The untrimmed mess of hair is already sticky with his cum after the first batch of pages. Then he reaches the glorious prize in the middle, you, the centerfold.
He carefully unfurls the page and feels the wind knocked out of him when he can make out your body. You're completely bare lounging back on a plush purple loveseat. You hold a lit cigarette between your lips and a lighter in your right hand. A seductive gaze in your eyes as you look right at the suckers with their dicks in their hands at home.
Ben cums the fastest with you. He imagines stuffing his cock past those perfectly lined lips of yours, and it reminds him of what else came with the magazine; exclusive photos of this issues centerfold. He wastes no time searching for the extra 5 photos ; they all feature you in various positions with different body parts being the main focus. An ice cream cone drips down your tits, or you're bent over the hood of a police car ass on full display, hands locked behind your back with cuffs. He falls deeper in love with with each photo, and he becomes hell-bent on how to reach you.
Within a few minuets he finds your full name and address. Besides modeling in this years shoot, you seem like you live a normal life here in the city. He finds that you and a few other Playmates will be attending some sleazy rich guy penthouse party tonight. Imagining you in that ridiculous outfit parading around the room serving drinks like some show pony makes him sick to his stomach. You're so beautiful, so sweet looking. Someone like you should be welcoming him home every night with dinner and a handy. Someone like you should be bred to have his super-babies. You'd do whatever he says because you love it, because you respect the honor of being with the Soldier Boy.
Strolling into the luxurious home was too easy, I mean he assumed there'd be a guest list and there was, but he gets what he wants and that's not his fault. He's immediately greeted by the blonde from pages 6-10, shocked from his presence. She goes on about how she wasn't expecting him and she's sooo glad because this party wouldn't be as fun without him. He does his normal sweet talking before asking where you are. She frowns before pointing you out in the crowd ; you're chatting up bald creep, a beaming smile across your face.
He gives a quick thank you to The Blonde before sauntering in your direction. You turn towards the bar when you notice his tall frame in your peripheral. He cuts in front of you and you gasp. "Soldier Boy?" you ask in disbelief "What the hell-"
He cuts you off quickly "Please, call me Ben- God you don't know how long I've been looking for you sweetheart." he confidently states as he holds his hand our for you to shake. Your brows raise at that, but you take his hand anyways. "A big fan I presume?" you cheekily question. He chuckles as he brings your hand to his lips for a soft kiss, "I'm your biggest fan honey."
Now you're pressed against the door of a random bedroom with his lips attacking yours and his hands glued to your hips. It only took a few more compliments before you became a blushing mess and lead him away from the crowd. So so easy, he thought. Any girl who poses naked must have this inherent slutty side that makes their brains just shut off for some dick.
"God you're fuckin perfect y'know that?" he chuckles into your neck. The sensation sends a chill throughout your body. "I must be dreaming hearing you say that" you smile. You're pulled back to reality when you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling.
Things got too carried away. You straighten up and slightly push him off you. "Hey um- I gotta get back to work" you nervously laugh. "But we can always finish this another time."
You turn to leave when he reaches for your shoulder. "You're gonna leave me here all by myself?" he pouts. You politely smile while your gut twists in dread. His voice is sweet but his eyes are cold, and his grip on you has only tightened. "Look this was really fun but I don't fuck fans." you laugh. "If I did I'd be too busy to do anything else". You tear your shoulder from his grasp and make your way towards the door again.
With heavy steps he reaches the door before you, blocking it with his tall body. "Sweetheart I paid good money to see that pussy of yours" he states plainly. "And you know what I thought of when I had my dick in my hand?" You stay frozen in place, trying to comprehend the situation you got yourself into. You quietly shake your head no.
"I thought to myself, why a beautiful girl like you would even be doing something like that in the first place? Back in my day you'd be married with a kid in that belly of yours." He points to your stomach that's far past being filled with butterflies. Those have shriveled up and turned to dust. Something else floats around, biting and stabbing at your insides.
"Well it's been a long time since you've graced us all with your presence, things have changed" you attempt to sound unafraid and in command, but your voice breaks. "I don't need a husband or a baby I'm super happy on my own now if you would just let me go-"
You're cut off by your hair being yanked back, forced to stare up at him. The grip he has on your scalp makes you yell in pain.
"Are you fucking deaf or just plain stupid?" he roars in your face. "You're lucky enough to get an opportunity like this and you're gonna waste it? huh?". The pain from your head and the anger in his voice trigger tears to well in your eyes. In any other circumstance you'd be overjoyed to sleep with Soldier Boy. It's like a fantasy you'd fall asleep to back in high school ; he's the knight and you're the locked away princess. This must be sick joke from the universe. Still, you try to ignore the blooming warmth between your thighs at his rough touch.
"I'll scream and you'll get locked up, you fucking psycho!" you sob as you attempt to escape his grasp.
"You do that I break this thick fuckin skull."
You drop your head to cry, the tears now streaming down your face without abandon. You look up at him pleadingly. "Okay well, w-what do you want?" you stutter as you try to wipe your cheeks.
He release your hair and steps away to finish undressing. "Well right now I want you to take that cute ass of yours and strip, but keep those ears on." You immediately obey, afraid his threat can be used against any act of defiance you try. He lays on the bed with his hands crossed behind his back, utterly relaxed, happy even.
"Now come here and bounce on my cock like a cute little bunny."
With wobbly legs you make your way towards him, fixing the crookedness of your bunny ears. You straddle his lap and his hand grabs your face smushing your cheeks together. "Be a big girl and put it in yourself".
Your mascara-stained face burns in shame as you reach for his cock and line it up with your embarrassingly wet pussy. He tuts mockingly at your arousal. "All that whinin and fightin' me for what? You fuckin love this" he emphasizes with a harsh slap to your tits. You ignore his taunting and began to slide down on his cock but the stretch of him is too much ; he's too big and too deep.
"It hurts, I- I cant". you plead. He looks at you with annoyance. "You can and you will, doll" he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock. The intrusion makes you scream as more tears begin to fall down your face. You stay still for a second and with shaky breaths begin to slide all the way up and down.
It takes a few tries but soon enough you're bouncing with ease, the slick from your cunt making loud squelching noises that make you hate yourself. Ben groans in pleasure, eyes fixated on the way your tiny pussy swallows up his cock. "God this pussy is better than I imagined, can't wait to take you home with me."
You accidently let a moan slip at his words. Your bounces slow down and begin to falter. "I knew you'd want it baby" he coos as his hands travel down to grip your ass. "Gonna take you home and stuff this sweet cunt full of my cum all night." He takes control now and begins to violently thrust upwards.
Your pained moans turn into drawn out ones of euphoria. You tried so hard not to let the burning feeling of pleasure take over, but you just can't help it.
"F-fuck yes, breed me, please" you hiccup.
He groans at that. "Gonna make me a daddy? yeah?" His thrusts grow more frantic as he uses you like a limp fuck doll. You nod violently, too fucked out and dumb to think straight. "yes m'gonna give you a baby- oh my god." Your body starts to writhe in his grasp from your approaching orgasm. You felt like your body was betraying your mind. but now it feels wrong to deny yourself this pleasure. It makes you sick.
"All it took was some dick to make you wise up huh? gonna be my wife now?" he taunts, his tip hitting that sweet spot in your cunt. "Of course you are, you were made to do whatever the fuck I wanted."
His words make you cum hard ; you fall onto his chest and grip his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. Your pussy convulses around his cock as you let out a cry. He keeps fucking you through it, the intensity becoming too painful.
"Ow, please- stop", you slur. He snickers at your request. "Sure doll, soon as I'm done." He flips you over and hikes your ass into the air, slamming you onto his dick again. You scream into the sheets at his brutality ; you can feel his cock deep inside your stomach, it's painful and humiliating.
You turn into a drooling, whining, cock-drunk mess beneath him. He pounds into mercilessly and soon his thrusts become sloppy as he chases his own high.
"Tell me you want daddy to breed you, fuck- say it baby" he grumbles. When you stutter on your words he slaps your ass violently. "Fucking say it you whore.
"Please, p-please breed me, fill me up- wanna be a mommy, gonna make you s-so happy daddy!" you mindlessly ramble. He yells a booming "fuck!" as he spills into you. You feel your inside become warm with his seed overflowing deep into your womb.
He yanks your bunny ears off and throws them on the floor before collapsing next to you. You let yourself fall onto the bed, the post orgasm haze that was numbing the pain is now gone. You slowly sit up and feel the ache inside. There's silence.
"Get your things honey. We gotta make sure it takes. Want you pregnant by tomorrow night."
You don't respond.
CAPNOLAGNIA
PAIRING : soldier boy x fem!reader
SUMMARY : after a few rounds, soldier boy takes a blunt break and you discover a fetish you didn't know existed.
WARNINGS : strong language. lust. smut. unprotected p in v. under-the-influence sex. getting high during sex. creampies. cowgirling. cockwarming. shotgunning. weed consumption. second hand smoke. smoking kink. breeding kink (if you squint).
A/N : can't get soldier boy out of my mind 😩 also him offering his weed—what a generous daddy.
Soldier Boy grunts over your body violently, the tendons in his neck visible as he finishes in you yet again. You feel his condomless dick pulse against your gummy walls and spew hot cum onto your cervix. Not that he cared before with the guarantee of abortion, but now, with modernized medicine, with his hips flush against your ass, he could fill your cunt to the brim without the promise of having to father another kid. Round after round, Soldier Boy sprayed his heavy load into your abused pussy, using you like he was a teenage boy and you were his ‘special’ sock. You don’t mind, just hoping that one of his swimmers makes it through to crown you the mother of his unborn child.
The mattress is drenched in your mixed juices from hours of fucking, and though you’re swollen and deserving of a break, you don’t want one. He rolls off of you anyway, taking a beat as you catch your breath and come down from your high. You press your thighs together when his seed threatens to escape your spent hole. It doesn’t matter; gravity still pushes it out, down your crack, and onto his silky sheets. He reaches over and grabs the tools to enhance his pleasure. With your eyes closed, you hear the lighter ignite before the metal case shuts. And that's when you smell the cannabis.
BIG GIRL WEEKEND
wordcount: 2690 summary: you finally have a chance at freedom in an empty house, seems like a perfect opportunity– and Ben seems to think so too. warnings: cursing, age gap (20’s reader, 40’s Ben), smut, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (m receiving), squirting, degradation/praise, manhandling, creampie, (kinda) taboo themes.
Your parents were out of town. ‘Romantic getaway’ they’ve said, something about keeping the spark alive– you kinda stopped listening as soon as they said you’d have the house all to yourself.