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I know you’ve talked about this a little with SB before but can we talk about Dean finally finding someone who can match his freak? Like he’s so used to perceiving himself as kind of a pervert that when he finds someone who doesn’t flinch at his nastiest and kinkiest ideas he’s like head over heels - he’s so utterly obsessed
I know it doesn't seem like it because you sent this in ages ago but I would love nothing more than to talk ramble about dean finally being able to let his freak flag fly. Not that there's direct correlation with being freaky and being a nerd, but dean is always quietly nerdy. He pretends he's not, but he does a shitload of research and had the time of his fucking life at a renfair, so one has to assume the same thing applies to sex. Doesn't want to scare any of his hookups away or make them uncomfortable so he tries to just give them a good time, get his rocks off, and get them out the door, but when he finally finds someone that doesn't make him feel like a dirty old pervert he's so fucking obsessed. We know dean has a batshit-crazy porn addiction and collection, and thinking about some of the things he could be watching... yeah. The anal, the toys, the squirting, the semi-public sex, the tentacles (this tentacle fic by @/slashedgutz is life changing). He knows it's not realistic, it's maybe not even feasible, but he still just wants to try. When you hook up for the first time and you put his hand around your throat he takes the inch as a mile, and suddenly he's groaning in your ear about how he wants to make you ride in the passenger seat all plugged up for him, and how whenever you hit a red light he'll touch your needy clit and feel the way you're dripping for him. When you grip his hair and the sounds of your pussy eating up his cock become noticeably louder he knows he found a keeper. He loves trying to find your limits, aching to find the point where you tell him enough, to stop, but you never do. Maybe it's because even at his worst he still works you open and cleans you up with his tongue, or maybe it's that earnest twinkle in his eye when he tells you about what he wants to put you through next; it might be sick and twisted but you think dean is at his most excited and adorable when he's going on and on about that night's plan.
Also sidenote... just the idea of dean thinking he's a pervert is actually unreal. He's watching some twisted shit, knowing that he shouldn't like it as much as he does, equally getting off on the content and his guilt. He loves to feel like trash while he watches some girls asshole get torn up by a huge tentacle dildo, or sees a girl fill herself with a fat metal plug and give her boyfriend the remote to a vibrator so he can humiliate her in public. He thinks it's kind of gross, kind of fucked up, but he thinks the same about himself. He justifies that if he's out literally saving the world it's probably okay for him to think about putting a ring gag on and spanking the waitress at his favorite diner.
This might be lame and boring but I neeeeeed to taunt Jack with nudes while he’s working
I mean he does NIGHT shift, he can’t possibly blame me for getting riled up and missing him (he totally can)
Do you think Jack would have a no masturbation rule or anything like that? How would he react if reader kept sending him nudes and spicy texts throughout his shift? Would he check to see if reader touched herself after his shifts to make sure she didn’t break any rules? IDKKKKK
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Jack would have to stop checking his phone at work. If he sees you've sent him anything that's not an emergency or asking about breakfast he simply has to ignore it because he knows exactly what's in that message. Jack would have a no masturbation rule sometimes. He's a very generous guy so I know he loves that you love to touch yourself, but if he ever notices that you're somehow not in the mood when he comes home he is forced to take action. His general rule is that if it's sufficiently documented and it doesn't interfere with what he wants to do to you he doesn't mind, but if he ever comes home to you too fucked out to take him like you normally do he's putting a stop to that real quick. All the toys and vibrators he so generously bought you are locked up, and it's back to the stone ages. He knows that not having all your toys is a severe deterrent to touching yourself; what was before a quick ten minute relief is now a much longer session, and you'd rather just sleep it off so jack has a wet pussy waiting for him when he walks in the door. If he suspects you went through with it anyway he'll smell the sheets, needing to make sure you didn't leak all over the bed, and pull your pussy apart to see if your clit it still swollen. He'll drag you to the foot of the bed, gently pulling your folds apart with his thumbs, his eyes laving over every inch of you. His inspections are thorough, just like everything he does, and by the end he gets to comment on how wet you're getting from his eyes on you.
"She's so needy, baby. Gets all wet and drooly just from a little doctors appointment. Gonna be like a water park once I start touchin' on her."
This might be lame and boring but I neeeeeed to taunt Jack with nudes while he’s working
I mean he does NIGHT shift, he can’t possibly blame me for getting riled up and missing him (he totally can)
Do you think Jack would have a no masturbation rule or anything like that? How would he react if reader kept sending him nudes and spicy texts throughout his shift? Would he check to see if reader touched herself after his shifts to make sure she didn’t break any rules? IDKKKKK
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Jack would have to stop checking his phone at work. If he sees you've sent him anything that's not an emergency or asking about breakfast he simply has to ignore it because he knows exactly what's in that message. Jack would have a no masturbation rule sometimes. He's a very generous guy so I know he loves that you love to touch yourself, but if he ever notices that you're somehow not in the mood when he comes home he is forced to take action. His general rule is that if it's sufficiently documented and it doesn't interfere with what he wants to do to you he doesn't mind, but if he ever comes home to you too fucked out to take him like you normally do he's putting a stop to that real quick. All the toys and vibrators he so generously bought you are locked up, and it's back to the stone ages. He knows that not having all your toys is a severe deterrent to touching yourself; what was before a quick ten minute relief is now a much longer session, and you'd rather just sleep it off so jack has a wet pussy waiting for him when he walks in the door. If he suspects you went through with it anyway he'll smell the sheets, needing to make sure you didn't leak all over the bed, and pull your pussy apart to see if your clit it still swollen. He'll drag you to the foot of the bed, gently pulling your folds apart with his thumbs, his eyes laving over every inch of you. His inspections are thorough, just like everything he does, and by the end he gets to comment on how wet you're getting from his eyes on you.
"She's so needy, baby. Gets all wet and drooly just from a little doctors appointment. Gonna be like a water park once I start touchin' on her."
Because we know reader loveees being able to be put in her place. Ben would take ruining her as a challenge UGHHH this is so delicious
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I'm glad you love!!! You don't get with ben if you want anything other than getting absolutely wrecked every time he touches you. Even if you're indestructible he'll find a way to push you, only feeling like he's satisfied you if you're sniffling and gaping and crawling into your daddy's lap
My head is dizzy at the thought of drug play with Langdon 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Maybe he’d convince you to pop one when you catch him taking one, “just to see how it feels” cause who knows, we might loveee it
A fuzzy head and lingering touches turn into a messy make out and dry humping on the couch, whether they’re too stoned to go all the way or they fuck nasty till everything is gross and sweaty UGHHH I don’t know but both sound sooo him 😩😫 i need to hear your thoughts your brain is so amazing😞🥀
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Yes mine as well and I am now drooling! (this turned out to be a rambly mess sorryyyy I also have a few other intox frank fics on my masterlist that I like a lot more than this one :/)
Idk if this was on purpose or not but the idea of him using 'we' to refer to you is actually crazy. Like 'how're we feeling, sweetheart?' when you're blissed out and droopy on his lap, not used to the sensation like frank is. You would say he really had to convince you to try, but the idea of him having his way with you when you're in a space where you feel too good to stop him from doing anything makes your head spin. Frank is a respectable guy; doctor, very short-lived addiction which he's 'overcoming,' well-spoken, but he's not necessarily respectful. He will say or do fucking anything to you without even blinking, not even thinking that some people might frown upon him fucking his drugged-up girlfriend with an arm wrapped around her neck while she's way too fucked to give any input on her situation. I feel like he'd be really interested in your ass while he's high, getting you propped up on your knees with your face buried in the cushion while his tongue explores your rim and his fingers prod deep inside your cunt. He doesn't care how much you whine and moan into the couch, babbling and begging for nonsense while he makes you feel crazed with pleasure.
Once he finally gives in to fucking you he presses his chest impossibly close to yours, his bodyweight stretching your legs wide open. When he pushes in he swallows your moans with a filthy kiss, tongue licking deep into your mouth while his hand finds it's rightful place braced around your neck.
"Nasty little thing, huh?" he grunts into your ear, his pride shining through the slurred words. "Moans after her daddy kisses her with the mouth that was just on her asshole."
He pounds into you, hips slapping obscenely while you can feel the heavy breaths of his exertion against your neck. His scalp is damp with sweat, and without thinking you dart your tongue out for a taste of the salty skin.
"Fuck," he groaned into your neck, voice absolutely wrecked as he realizes how gone you are. What started as a quick taste turns into you licking him like a dog, the flavor dripping off his skin as addicting as the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Your brain felt too fuzzy to find a response, so you settled for winding your hands tighter in his hair while you let out a needy little whine.
"I know, baby. Feelin' like you can cum okay?" he cooed, slipping his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. "Know it's hard sometimes."
You nodded into his neck, the heat pooling in your belly keeping your words just out of reach. The high made your whole body feel like it was floating, and every stretch and discomfort only made the experience better.
"Jesus, you're fucking wet. You like it when your daddy fucks your high ass? Takin' pills just so you can get all dumb for me?"
I 100%%% think Abbot is a cuck, or at least WOULD cuck his girl, whether it be with Robbie or with Langdon, I DONT CARE, maybe both separately
UGHH I cannottttt stop thinking about Abbot stroking one out while Langdon goes to townnnn on his girlfriend, oral (either receiving) and he’s gone, dirty talking from the side lines, the pang of jealousy you see when you lock eyes with him that you just know will be taken out on you after Langdon leaves, FUCKKKKK
Cuck!Abbot deserves to be canon
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Yesss because he just wants his baby to get everything she could ever want!! He's so attentive that he'd absolutely notice when you find someone else attractive. He knows that he takes good enough care of you that you would never act on it or even consider it, but all the same he can't help the voice in the back of his head telling him that if he can help you out, he probably should. It's his goal to anticipate and fulfill every desire you have, and he often realizes them before you do. I'm gonna go the Frank route on this because I think Robby is probably already involved in the relationship in some way, but Frank is like the shiny new toy. He has the softness and caregiver tendencies of jack but the same selfishness that robby has.
In comparison to Jack, frank looks downright mean the way he's kicking his cock up into your mouth. But, because he likes to have it all, he's fucking up into your mouth from the bottom while he seals his mouth around your cunt. You're moaning and writhing, trying to catch jack's eye while you suck on his cock.
"You like suckin' on frankie, don't you, baby?"
You nodded, humming along the shaft until frank gagged you with a jolt of his hips.
"Sorry, princess," he mumbled into your cunt, his hot breath making a shiver dance up your spine. His hand kneaded the flesh of your ass, the firm pressure reminding you that jack is still in the room. Your eyes flew open again, locking on jack. He was fisting his thick cock, pants bunched around his hips and shirt already discarded. His tip was leaking, big hands smearing it all the way back down to the base while he pumped himself. You felt yourself drooling, making an even bigger mess on frank when you realized how much jack liked watching. It was his idea to invite frank, seeing your lingering glances, the way you tried to hide behind jack while he was around, but you assumed he was doing it mostly for your benefit. Some stupid insecurity that he's too old for you, you need someone younger who can keep up with you, but no. Jack is just a fucking pervert.
"Focus on frank, baby. You want to impress him, right?"
You nodded vigorously, not realizing that your head had stilled while you were taking in the view. As an apology you took him to the back of your throat, doing your best to relax and take him deep. One of your hands crept off his thigh to cup at his balls, the sensation making you both moan. You gently rubbed at the soft skin, feeling how they grew tighter to his body. His palm cracked against the fat of your ass, and he hummed in approval at the way it recoiled against his face.
"Sit up straight for me, angel," Frank said, face still buried in your pussy. "Not gonna cum in that perfect little mouth just yet." One of his hands snaked down to press on your chest, helping you shift your weight so you were on your knees facing jack with frank nose deep in your folds. His tongue was relentless, alternating between sucking and licking at your clit. It had you feeling right on the edge, but he always changed his pattern right before you could tip over. Somewhere along the way his hands had shifted to be gripping your thighs right at the junction of your hips, thumbs pressing into the plush skin there. He was keeping you anchored, refusing to let you retreat from the pleasure. Feeling frank's hands and tongue claiming you while you made eye contact with jack had your face growing hot, not from embarrassment but because you felt so fucking desperate.
"Play with your nipples, baby," jack instructed, eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made you shiver.
"Take a picture," frank ground out, grip on your thighs growing impossibly tighter.
"Would you like that, honey? Do you want dad to get a picture of you creaming all over frankie's face?"
You nodded shyly, pulling your lip in between your teeth while you started rolling your nipples. "Thank you, daddy," you said through a sigh, equally grateful to capture this moment and for letting you touch yourself; normally that was only daddy's job.
Frank kept you right on the edge, your pussy pouring slick all over his face while jack left to find his phone. Your thighs were shaking, your whole body feeling like a rubber band about to snap from the pressure of frank's tongue. His hands stayed locked around your upper thighs, an attempt to ground you that was getting weaker by the second.
"Frankie," you whined, voice soft and needy. "Please."
He didn't indulge you with a response, instead choosing to keep circling his tongue in maddeningly slow, tight circles.
Jack appeared in the doorway, one hand lightly fisting his cock while the other held his phone.
"Smile for the camera, baby."
You tried to school your lips into a smile, but it felt nearly impossible with the way frank was keeping you right on the edge.
"Should I give her somethin' to smile about?" Frank mumbled into your pussy, his strokes turning into a lapping motion.
"Only if she lets me take a video. That sound okay, baby? Can always get frank to stop if--."
"Don't stop," you interrupted, not okay with the possibility of being kept needy and desperate while they stuff you full.
"Good girl," jack breathed, eyes flashing to the screen before locking on you again. "You can cum whenever frank lets you, baby. All up to you."
"Please, frank," you whispered, not sure how much more of his teasing you can take.
Wordlessly his lips locked around your clit, lightly sucking at your needy cunt while his tongue picked up speed. He took you to the edge again, slowing down for just a moment before pushing you into your waves of pleasure. They crashed over you, your body shaking and writhing while his tongue led you through it, grip on your thighs never letting up. He kept you locked over his face until your whole body felt weak, totally wrung out from being denied for so long.
"So pretty, baby. Can't wait to see frank make you watch it."
🌌 anon's thing abt v1 supe reader had me thinking.... soldier boy and v1 supe reader who are equally as strong or endurable wtv so when they get into it they go at it for like hours. i can see soldier boy loving to have someone he can js fuck like rabbits with
He would love nothing more than to find someone he can literally fuck for hours. However, I do think that he loves pushing you way past your limit and fucking you far beyond what you want or what's comfortable. He’s happy that you’re not tapping out so soon, but he still needs to fuck you into the mattress until you’re begging for mercy. His main pro is that he can’t actually injure you from pushing too hard the worst he can do is make you mildly upset and apologize by letting you fall asleep with his fingers in your mouth.
"C'mon, baby. Fucking bullet proof and you can't even take daddy's cock without cryin'. Just wanna be daddy's sweet little girl, huh? All fragile and gentle like the pathetic cum guzzlers you used to fuck."
If this is overstepping don’t even bother responding to this, but is there like an online name we can call you by?
Unless I’m literally blind I can’t find a way to address you, I always wanna start my asks by addressing you so they don’t feel so dehumanising, but obviously I’m not pressuring you to share your name or anything!!
A few other accounts have like a “stage name” of sorts that they get called by, and again, if this is overstepping at all please just ignore this ask, I assure you that isn’t my intention, I just feel so demanding not being able to humanise you through a name or anything, that’s why I’ve been using “mama” I call everyone mama HAHAHAHA
Not that you asked at all but I go by Vi online even though it’s not at all close to my real name LOL
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It's so sweet of you to ask! I've thought about it a little in the past but haven't liked anything enough to commit :/. The frontrunners are probably pyre or pi to go with my username but idk I'm kind of trying to think of something a little cuter. A lot of my friends irl actually call me mama so I always smile a little when you call me that and I always appreciate how your asks feel like a text from a friend! I will ruminate on this and put it in my pinned post when I decide!
bro!bf frank LOVES to embarrass u around mr abbot </3 (totally not even related to the tiniest bit of jealousy)
18+ mdni yes!! this isn’t rlly going with the jealousy angle, but… frank is such a dirty freak and sometimes when he teases you and eggs you on enough he can get you to let loose and say some nasty stuff too… which you really need to be careful about, because he always uses it against you :/
like you’re riding jack by the pool and frank comes right up behind you and starts groping your tits. leans down to mouth at your ear and neck while jack groans at the feeling of you bouncing on him. “You tell Mr. Abbot what you said to me last night, pretty girl?”
You whine, immediately knowing what he’s referring to, and turn to hide your face in his neck. “Frank.”
Jack eyes you both with amusement, clearly intrigued. “Uh oh, pumpkin. Were you talkin’ about me?” He smirks when you shrink back even further. His hands find your waist to pull you down flush, halting your movements and drawing you close again.
“Don’t get shy now.” Frank prods. His hand snakes down to play with your clit, eager to get you needy enough to let the words fly freely. “Tell him what you said while my dick was inside you. What’d you have me do?”
Your eyes squeeze shut. You really don’t wanna say, but Jack’s hold is unyielding and you’re desperate to fuck down on him again. Your voice comes out small and unsure, “Said I want your fingers too.”
“Mhmm,” Frank croons. “Why, princess?” You wince.
“To fill me up like Mr. Abbot does.”
“Fuck,” Jack grits out, low and gruff.
“There it is.” Frank grins. “Nothing stretches you out quite like his nice thick cock, huh?” He chuckles when you shake your head then catches Jack’s eye. “Gave her my dick and three fingers and she was still whining for you.”
“Babygirl,” Jack growls. “You like takin’ my big cock in your sweet little pussy? Yeah?” You nod shyly, and he rolls his hips upwards to reward you. “Why don’t you tell me, doll. Just like you told Frank.” You bite your lip. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetie.”
You whimper. “I love taking your big cock, Mr. Abbot. Feels so good.”
“Good girl.” He groans, thrusting up into you hard enough to make you yelp. “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you talk like that.”
sloppy makeouts w langdon 😵💫 spit everywhere, grabbing n groping at his cock slurring "please"-es into his mouth n whining when he says "not yet baby, hmm ? gotta stretch u out" yeaaaaaaa
⚠︎ — MDNI. 18+. lots of humping, groping, denial, kissing, spit, heavy petting.
Frank Langdon has a perfect mouth— exfoliated lips, a sparse amount of stubble around his chin, and a he always tastes like mint chewing gum or strawberry flavored candies. It’s safe to say you’ve got a fixation on the way his mouth moves, and the pattern in which he slides his tongue across his lips for some extra hydration. You’re shameless about the way you stare, gaze focused on his mouth even during inappropriate times. Regardless of your bad habits, Frank is usually sweet on you about it, and most of the time, he lets you have what you want.
“C’mere. You’re staring again,” Frank pats his thigh, a signal for you to climb on his lap and take what you’re so desperately craving. He doesn’t need to tell you twice before you’re crawling over to him, sliding yourself onto his thighs and looking at his mouth in even closer proximity. His dry fingers, always raw from excessive handwashing, hook under your chin. The gap between you two is closed in a matter of seconds, and his tongue dances across you bottom lip, teeth nipping and pulling at the soft tissue. Drool accumulates at the corner of your mouth, threatening to spill over. It’s something Frank will lightly tease you about later. ‘You’re such a drooler, baby,’ and ‘my pretty girl, you’re drooling at just the thought, huh?’
Makeout sessions with Frank always turn into humping and groping over clothes. In most cases, you’re a whining mess, pawing at his belt buckle for some more, but he’s always hesitant about finishing the job once it’s started. Your legs spread on either side of him, hands filtered throughout his hair, using the locks as a grip while your hips roll against him. His length grows against his jeans, the hard outline of his dick is evident even through his pants. You can nearly make out what the tip looks like, even clothed.
“Please, Frank,” your eyes shut tightly, rolling your hips forward to get some stimulation from him. All you want is his cock tucked deeply inside you, pounding you until you’re a mess beneath him, fluids leaking everywhere. Drool, arousal, cum, whatever it may be. “Please… please,” your pleads are pathetic in between the kisses, and you know Frank is about to deny you when you feel his smile stretching across your lips, a knowing scoff sounding from the back of his throat.
“Not yet, baby. Gotta stretch you out first, remember? You want my fingers, wanna practice taking two this time?”
“No,” you groan against him, “wanna feel your… you know… wanna feel you inside me.”
“You can’t even say the word ‘dick,’ sweetheart. What makes you think you’re ready? Doctor knows best, right?”
Demon!dean tit torture thoughts! Dean loves tits and demon!dean loves torture so this is honestly just a match made in heaven.
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18+ MDNI
He'd squeeze and tug and pull at your nipples until you're a crying mess, leaking all over his lap and begging him to kiss them better. The way his huge hands are rolling them between his rough thumb and forefinger keeps your brain confused about if you need him to stop or give you just a little more. The pressure on the very top of the peak is what keeps your pussy drooling while the twists make you screw your eyes shut.
If he somehow developed planning skills he would get one of those paddles made that has his name in spikes, so when he hits you with it the little bumps that spell out his name press red marks in your skin. He'd carry around a little polaroid of your marked up tits that spell out his name covered in his cum (bonus points if your nipples are still clamped.)
He'd love it if you had nipple piercings, but he'd love it even more if he could find some seedy piercer who is okay with him walking you in with a fat plug in your ass and holding a vibrator to your clit while they pierce you. He would be mean as hell while they're healing, too, tapping at them through your shirt and threatening to hold a vibrator against the metal to irritate the freshly wounded skin.
He'd make you ride him while you have nipple clamps on, using them to guide your movements and make you pick up the pace when he feels like you're going too slow (or tug you flush to his chest put the chain in his mouth while he fucks up into you.)
He loves seeing how your nipples pebble and your flesh tightens in the cold, so he'll send you outside in the snow with sweatpants and a hat and video the way your tits react to the temperature change.
He'd hold them together to fuck them by the nipple, pinching and pulling to get the tightest fit possible while you whimper and do your best to squirm away. His knees are pinning down your arms while he rests his cock in between your tits, repeatedly spitting on them to get the smoothest glide possible.
The way he fucks you later is fully dependent on if you act the way he wants you to while he slaps your tits. This is not something he wants you to like at all, but he loves watching you pretend to love it and take his abuse like a good girl. Sometimes he does it with his bare hands, wanting to feel the hot rush of blood under your skin, and sometimes he makes you watch him slide his belt off, folding and snapping the leather before he brings it down on your heaving chest.
I love pathetic ditzy brainless!reader x soldier boy, but have we considered V1supe!reader x soldier boy
Reader who can take every punishment soldier boy gives without flinching. Reader who LIVES to finally have someone worthy to be her dad because every other man on this earth was too fragile for her. Reader who pushes his buttons just to see what he comes up with to punish her because his usual methods don’t work…
Mhm mhm yea (︶w︶)
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Yes!!! Finally you found someone who makes you feel ditzy and brainless and weak. Everyone else was fragile, scared of you, not wanting or able to see your sweet side, but to ben you are just the cutest and most smackable thing he's ever seen. Genuinely you want to cry if he ever gets cuteness aggression with you, squeezing you tight and landing bites on your shoulder, feeling so small and seen and absolutely adored. I think that with other partners you might have been a brat, aching to feel put in your place and powerless, but ben makes you feel like that all the time. No need to act up, no need to bait him, he lives to show you that as long as you're with him you're just his little toy. For the first time when you call someone daddy you mean it, feel it, and aren't just made painfully aware of the aching hole of want and discomfort that festers each time you don't feel properly taken care of. Beyond the physical strength ben makes it clear that he loves nothing more than 'handling' you; guiding you, praising you, grounding you, indulging you, letting you drift off to a space where the only thought in your head is how much you love and need your dad.
Ben is equally pleased with this arrangement, knowing he can slap you into sunday and all you'll do is smile. He can stuff your ass fucking full of a flower vase and he doesn't have to worry about you ripping or bleeding, just that you're looking at him with those wide, teary eyes and his name about to fall from your mouth.
"Not so strong now, huh, baby. So distracted by how fuckin' full dad stuffed you that you can't even break through those cuffs."
in the spirit of sharing more thoughts - i actually have another soullless!sam thought. she’s quite long cuz i dwelled on this a lot. 🤭 and i am crazy for that meanie.
sam coming back and hunting w reader before he tracks dean down. and she’s not as experienced as them but very eager to please - which is of course why he went to her first, and he needs someone who’s good w civilians too . anyway they’re after some virgin hunting monster / witch / entity. and he puts two and two together (cuz he can smell the insecurity , desperation and want off her) and realizes that reader has a big red target on her back. he’s not sure if he wants to use her as bait or use her insecurity against her and have fun toying w her. ultimately decides both.
after the hunt she’s so freaked out because she ‘accidentally’ became bait and he’s convincing her to let him be the one to take her v card for her ‘protection’, even making up lore to manipulate her , and saying that they’ve to keep doing this - it’s just for her protection and safety it’s the logical thing to do . and she thinks no one else would ever offer to do something like this for her (she rationalizes it being like no man’s even looked at her before so this is the best she can get and anyway, in this line of work it’s a precaution. sam’s just looking out for her and wants her to be safe.)
he quickly realizes shes so submissive and would get off any depraved thing he does to her. so after a few days of this he gets meaner and meaner , uses her insecurity and eagerness to please against her, edges her while he makes her list out her fantasies and if it’s anything not super vanilla he gets even more condescending, asks her if she’s ever fantasized about him, makes her cry and beg to cum, leaves marks, the whole nine yards.
he starts leaving her hogtied and w a vibe tied to her so she’s edged all day and ready for him whenever. if she gets too whiny and noisy he’s gagging her and being mean about it too. rarely takes her on hunts now cuz leaving her in his room like this is much better.
maybe by the time deans back with them and noticing something’s off with sam, readers SO far gone so he can’t even pull her aside and ask her anything.
AHH IDK I WNET ON A RAMBLE HERE BUT YEAH THATS WHAT I WANTED TO SHARE .. lmk if u fw this 🧍♀️😋
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In my whole life I have NEVER fucked with something more. My head is actually spinning right now holy shitttt. This may be... longer fic material because there is so much going on here I don't even know where to start or how to do this justice I'm actually dead. Just imagining the fucking look on his face when he realizes you're a virgin... he already has a glint in his eye and a laundry list of ways he's going to treat you.
And the edging!!!! "I'll keep going as long as you do, baby. Just gotta keep thinking of things that little pussy of yours wants to swallow up."
Leaving you hogtied while he hunts!!! Imagine the wet spot on the bed he would come home to. He wouldn't be gone for too long, just an hour or so, but it's long enough for you to start crying and cum a few times. He'd come back, not sure if he's more pleased to see how many tears you've let fall to the bed or the way your pussy has been non-stop drooling for him since he left. Maybe... he'd queue up some nasty porn he wants you to watch while he's gone. Like genuinely foul shit to make you desensitized and plant seeds in your head about how you should want to be treated. He'd also... set up a camera in the room so he can watch you. Maybe even make you drink a shit load of water before he leaves so you either piss the bed or are actually begging him to untie you and let you use the bathroom. Not cute little cries, ugly crying about how bad you have to go and how you need him to untie you; genuinely crashing out about your situation. If he decides you're desperate enough and lets you use the toilet instead of making you go all tied up he would be so fucking mean. Making fun of you because you can't go right away, your clit is throbbing too hard, and if it's coming out in little spurts he's decided you don't actually have to go that bad and picks you up off the toilet by your armpits, making you stop and hold it which sends a full body shiver racing through you, making your clit feel swollen like a water balloon, or just piss while he carries you back to the bed.
a/n - this is just the beginning omg and 🍸 if this prompts any more thoughts or if you have critiques please hmu I am actually so obsessed with you
Dean using all that lean, tan muscle to push your body to its limits. “C’mon, baby. Big stretch for me. Promise that pussy is gonna feel nice and warm when your legs are all loosened up.” He had you lying on the couch with your knees close to your ears like he was gonna fuck you, but his boxers were still on and the only contact he was giving you was his large hands pressing at the back of your knees. “I know you like it better when your legs are too sore and stretched out to do anything, pretty.” Gazing lovingly in your eyes and pushing down on your thighs hard enough for your head to start pounding, he told you “You’re like one of those little plastic frogs that you push down on to make it jump. But instead of jumping you squirt all over me because I stretched you out too good for anything else.”
Like he said, with each press of his hands your cunt got even warmer, when you felt yourself dripping down your crack your legs kicked a little, trying to tell Dean without words that you needed him. “Don’t start actin’ like a brat now,” he said, shifting his grip to your ankles to involve your hamstrings in the ruthless stretch. Your face scrunched up in pain and you gritted your teeth, hating that he knew how much your cunt would react to the treatment. Dean leaned down to kiss your forehead, tasting the sweaty sheen gathering there. “Dad,” you cried out, calling for his real attention, tears leaking down your face in earnest now. “
Shhh, baby,” he soothed, easing the pressure he was putting on your muscles. “Feelin’ nice and ready for me? Ready for dad to give you what you need?” You frantically nodded your head, reaching your arms up in a bid for him to pull you into his chest. He pulled you into his warm embrace, settling you so your feet were planted on the couch on either side of his hips and your pussy was dripping on his bulge.
“See, honey? Now you’re all ready for me. Promise you’ll feel so good when you cum for your dad.” He pulled his waistband down to free his cock and clasped your hands on the back of his neck so you wouldn’t fall backwards. He traced his tip along your folds, groaning when you coated his cock so easily. When he was lined up with your entrance he gripped each of his hands to your hips, and helped you sink down so slowly. With each millimeter he gave you felt yourself bloom for him, and pleasure washed through your body as he fucked himself into you. “Feels good, don’t it honey,” he said smugly as high-pitched keens escaped you. He took his time working himself in, and when he was fully sheathed he meanly ground into even deeper to ensure you felt every single inch. Your fingernails worked themselves into the flesh of his neck, and the sounds your pussy made when he started bouncing you up and down made your cheeks heat in embarrassment. True to his word about turning you into a toy, he kept his hands on your hips and forced you down to take all of him and let your body naturally spring up on its own.
“You come up so fast you’d almost think you’re tryna hop off me, but the noises your little pussy is makin’ tell me you love bein’ my little frog, huh baby.” You leaned in, desperate and sloppy for a kiss, whining when you realized that only made the stretch and his cock even deeper. He captured your lips, filthily licking into your needy mouth. He moved one hand to support your tailbone and keep his rhythm, the other reaching down to rub at your clit. You keened, the friction making every burn and discomfort pleasurable. Deans thumb expertly traced circles around your clit, and the pressure caused heat to lick up your spine. You kept gushing on him, the sounds of him splitting you open getting even more obscene. The hand at the base of your spine kept pressing you down, ensuring your abused pussy and legs stayed nice and stretched out for him.
“Fuck, baby you sound so fucking good. If I wasn’t already buried inside of you I’d be shoving my hand in your cunt just to hear how you 'n your pussy whine for me.” His hand kept rubbing at your clit as his hips canted up to meet yours, and the closer you got the weaker your body became in his arms. “Dad,” you mewled, the pathetic sound dropping from your lips on its own accord. “I've got you, honey. Can you cum for your dad? Make him all slick and easy for that cute little pussy to suck on?" Dean kept pushing your hips down so he could force every thick inch against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and Dean knew how close you were from the way your thighs had started to shake. He slid all the way in and ground your hips down, coaxing the orgasm through your body. You fell forward into his chest, the stretch no longer feeling intense from how much he had loosened you up. The warmth rushed through your body, and Dean rocked you through it, cooing and shushing in your ear. "So perfect for your dad, honey. You look so pretty when you cum. All dumb and needy for me."
His thick arms wrapped around your body, keeping you in place and comfortable while he fucked up into you. You mewled at the overstimulation, his fat cock slipping deep inside while he chased his orgasm. The sound of his muffled groans of pleasure in your hair were enough to keep you comfortable while he rutted into you as you waited for him to spill inside of you. He pushed your hips down to meet his, his cock painting your stretched walls white. His mouth moved down to kiss your neck, and now that you were nice and full of him you could relax. "You did so good for me, baby. Love the way you stretch out and whine for me while I pump you full."
so i just realized that i may have sent multiple similarish asks in a row cuz i forget whatever i send previously (i am concerningly forgetful) .. just letting you know because to be very clear - I am not pestering u to write anything it’s always gonna be up to u
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Hi!!! So far no repeats from you! Even if they were 'repeats' I'd still be hype because I love hearing every thought you have and live for the extra info!! And you have been literally so nice and creative it is genuinely impossible for you to pester me I am actually so excited to write all of the yumminess you have served to me on a silver platter
