⌠cw : dddne , fauxcest , forced intox , dubcon , bottle fucking , icky mean Ben , non consensual photo taking at the end , small mention of blackmail at the end , minors do not interact.
⌠okay what da flip !! Enjoy !!
You donât know how many drinks Ben had shoved down your throat tonight. Youâre perched on his lap in a nightgown, youâd planned to sleep, but he practically forced you onto his lap. He brought another shot up to your lips of god knows what, but you refused to take it.Â
âE- enough daddy⌠please.â You were starting to really feel the alcohol in your system, feeling hot and dizzy. Benâs face hardens, his other hand grips your hair tightly and yanks your head back.Â
âBetter fucking open those lips doll, this shit's expensive, youâd better be grateful.â Tears well in your eyes, with no other options, you part your lips, and he pours whatever drink down your throat. It burns and you nearly gag at the taste of it.
You start to feel really dizzy, and everything starts to get hazy, underneath you can feel Benâs cock start to harden.Â
âN- no moreeeâ Your speech starts to slur a bit, and all you get from Ben is a hard slap to the face. It stings, and your left ear is ringing. Tears fall down your cheeks. He brings the whole bottle to your lips and shoves the neck past your lips and tilts it back, the liquid burns, and youâre trying your hardest not to choke.Â
"Yeah, thatâs a good bitch, taking what Daddy's giving ya." Liquid falls from your lips onto your nightgown, itâs a mess of alcohol everywhere, but Ben doesnât seem to care about your discomfort. After a long couple of minutes he puts the bottle away, and you feel even more hazy and relaxed.Â
"Yeah, all fuzzy and floaty for Daddy? Look at ya baby.â He pulls your nightdress up and pulls your panties down to your knees, youâre so out of it you donât even notice how he takes an empty bottle and starts to rub it up and down your slit. After a bit of doing that, he slips the bottle into your hole, and you let out a loud moan.Â
âFuck, baby, those moans would put a pornstar to shame.â Heâs fucking you with a fucking beer bottle right now, his other hand starts rubbing your sensitive clit. Itâs all so overwhelming.Â
âDaddy, please, please, please!â His pace quickens and the pressure builds up in your tummy, you feel so filthy letting him use you like this, but you didnât really care that much.
âYeah you gonna cum from this? Being fucked like a cheap whore with a beer bottle? Maybe Iâll take a picture and send it to all your friends. What would they think if they saw their friend being used like this?â His dirty talk pushes you over the edge, you cum so hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm before pulling the bottle out and making you suck it, he makes sure to snap a picture for blackmail when you sober up tomorrow and try to kick him out of your life!!
dean who coddles you when youâre not feeling well.
âdean,â you whine, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat beading on your skin. your tired coughs make him wince, and your flailing limbs as you thrash to get comfortable are starting to make him feel restless. âdonât feel good.â
âi know, kiddo,â dean sighs, reaching for you to pull you onto his lap and into his chest. âyou want me to be dad today? need to call me dada?â
âmhm,â you hum. âyeah. dada today please.â
summary; your step-father just can't stay away from the sweetheart of the street; you.
content; faux-cest. vaginal/anal sex. slight cnc. nasty smut. size difference kink. use of pet names (âsweetheartâ/âkidâ/âdadâ/"daddy"). typical soldier boy behaviour. non-supe!soldier boy. loss of virginity. gaslighting/manipulation. could be dead dove, but the dove is just sleeping. 2.5k words.
any notes? based on this ask !! ye ask, and ye shall recieve. god he sucks so bad but i'd suck him, y'know? anyway. i hope u enjoy!! ^-^
youâre just some young thing, barely of legal drinking age, the neighbourhood sweetheart who doesnât have a bad bone in her body. and then thereâs benâ nasty, an asshole, and downright perverse. something born of pure corruption. itâs hard for people to realise how such an intolerable bastard somewhat produced a girl of pure intentions.
youâre lounging by the houseâs pool, hand lazily dipping into the water here and there. itâs peak summer weather, you dressedâ barelyâ in some skimpy sundress because itâs too damn hot for anything else. this is how you spend your summer; the world passing you by as you idly wait for something to happen.
your mother is probably at work, doing something important to neutralise the warpath your step-dad seems to always be on, and he.. well, who knows where he is. not that you care anyway, because heâs weird and gross, and you do not like him. at all.
your eyes are shaded by your sunglasses, oblivious to the world around you. all you can focus on is the blistering heat, the way the thin material of your dress sticks to your sweat-slicked skin. you may be prim, all proper and lady-like, but itâs not like anything, or anyone, will take that from youâ
âthe fuck are you doin, kid?â
speak of the fucking devil.
you suddenly sit upwards, hand plastered against searing concrete, and frown. with your sunglasses slipping off of your face, you spot him on the veranda, arms folded across his broad chest. âgonna let everyone on the street see you like that?â he glowers at you, striding down the stone steps and across the lawn. you get up quickly, brushing off your dress and straightening it up, as if this will do you any favours. it wonât.Â
âiâm not doing anything wrong,â you tell him, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. itâs unnerving how he towers over you. âlikeâ we live in a secluded area, itâs notââ
âthat doesnât work fâme, sweetheart,â he pulls you flush to his chest, grip tight around your waist. itâs weird, and uncomfortable, and definitely not what a step-dad should do. and it gets even more uncomfortable as you feel his hand ghost your ass hesitantly. âainât gonna let some sons of bitches think they can touch whatâs mine.â
you feel something rush to your face as something, hard, brushes up against your cunt. and whilst you may be pure, sometimes a little too innocent, you know what it is. but it feels new and interesting, and good, so why would you fight it? âyeah, whatâre you gonna do?â you taunt, slightly grinding yourself against him. âyouâre not my dad.â
âwhat iâm gonna do is give you a new reason to call me dad.â
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one thing leads to another, and suddenly, heâs balls-deep in you.
âyâthink iâm just gonna let anyone stare at my kid like that?â ben grunts in your ear, pulling you down on his cock, over and over. heâs making you ride him on the couchâ the same one he helped your mother pick outâ as you writhe and squirm from the feeling of his cock inside of you. your hands try to cover your bare body, shield the futile remains of your sanctity, but he doesnât let you have any of it. âcâmon, nowâ you wanted an audience, and you got your audience,â he tells you, grabbing ahold of your hands so he can watch the soft light dim from your eyes. heâs rough and unforgiving, making your vision blur as tears begin to fall down your face.
all the while, heâs shoving his cock into you. âknew it was all an act,â he mutters, to nobody in particular. he didnât listen to any of your protests; how this would be wrong, how this would be your first time. âacting so fuckinâ innocent, and then lettinâ your dad fuck you like some cheap whore.â ben's tantalising words fall from his mouth like blasphemy, with one hand wrapped around the base of your throat. you whine, already feeling too overwhelmed, trying your best to do what he asked demanded. itâs not like you had any say in the matter.
the fabric of the couch scrapes against your knees as your stamina dwindles, and itâs only made worse when his hand moves from your waist to your cunt, you feeling his fingers on your clit. âpretty fuckinâ sight, though,â he lets out a low whistle, a slight hiss as your cunt involuntarily tightens around him. âgotta give your mom creditâ she did a good job makinâ you,â and for some reason, some inexplicable, fucked-up reason, his words only motivate you. the half-assed praises, ones that carry some underlying degradation to them, and the occasional grunts make it a little bearable for you. but when both of his hands suddenly go for your hips, his hold bruising, he thrusts up into youâ harder than before. you whimper, biting down on your bottom lip, and instinctively grab his shoulders for support.Â
thereâs a new feeling in your lower abdomen nowâ something youâve only in the private sanctuary of your room. when youâve been.. investigating. and now your âdadâ is making you feel it. âit doesnât feel right, ben..â you whisper, before letting out a squeak of pain as he slaps your ass harshly; a reminder of what you should be calling him. a preemptive punishment. âi donât like it, daddyââ
ânah, nothinâ to worry âbout, kid,â he brushes off your concerns with a simple wave of his hand. even though youâre shaking your head and clawing at him pathetically. âgotta stop fightinâ it,â he squeezes your flesh, pressing firmly down on where heâs buried deep inside you. you canât hold back the strangled cry that tears from your throat. and never once does he stop. âyou can do better than that; what happened to that girl outside? practically dying for my cock?â
you try to find the words to reply, but the pressure is too much and soon enough, youâre climaxing all over his cock. embarrassed, you bury your face into the crook of ben's neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and whatever cologne heâs wearing. itâs intoxicating, but before you can push yourself up, heâs pulling you back down on his cock. âmakinâ such a mess on your momâs couch..â he scolds mockingly, hand coming down on your ass again.Â
and itâs not long before you end up squirting on him, your slick making the obj poses between you two even more vulgar and obscene. âfuckinâ embarrassed is what you should be,â he barks, taking your face between his rough hands. his fingers smell of your slick, are wet with your slick, but all you can focus on is his blown pupils. and then, the way he cums. itâs heavy, hot and thick, and you canât help but to grind on him as he releases. âgod, look what youâve made me do, sweetheart,â he groans, before flipping the two of you over, his weight pressing you down into the scratchy cushions.Â
but you know that this isnât the end.Â
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and when the next time that it happensâ because of course thereâs a ânext timeâ; maybe you had started dressing a bit more.. provocative, and for good reasonâ benâs got you face down in your pretty sheets, all innocent and frilly for a girl like you, heartbeat thrumming like a hummingbirdâs.Â
âuh, like this?â you ask nervously, licking your lips once again. you donât turn back; you can see his wolfish smirk in your mind, searing into the back of your head as he glowers over the sight of you.Â
âyeah, just like that,â he presses his hands against your ass, blunt nails dragging along the skin. ârelax, kid. iâll go easyâ if youâre good.â
you nod shortly, before going back to pressing your face into the pillowâ as if not seeing what heâs doing, willingly blinding yourself with satin and lace, will numb the pain. it doesnât. youâre pretty sure you mumble something about how good youâll be, and how happy you want to make him, but judging by the way he teases your already dripping cunt, then brings a hand down on your ass..Â
he shoves himself in. your whimper is slightly muffled by the pillow, and you bring your head up for a second. the saliva thatâs already collecting on it makes you ache more than you already do. âit hurts,â you mutter quietly, biting down on your lip as he grips firmly onto your waist. âiâ i donât thinkââ
âitâs fine,â and you regret opening your mouth; for when ben uses that tone, the one that suggests that youâre in for it, all you can do is hold onto the slippery sheets just a little more. âweâve done this, what, how many times now? you can take it.â
youâre already breathing hard from the stretch, unable to adjust to his sheer size, and it only becomes worse when he begins to thrust into you. whilst youâre sure that the burning will soon morph into pleasure, the pain lingersâ as it always does. no matter how many times he hist against that one spot inside of you, or praises you for being âthe best daughter he couldâve asked forâ, it doesnât make you feel any better. itâs all just another reminder of how wrong this is.Â
all the promises in the world of how âeasyâ heâll be go right out of the window. as soon as one or two moans slip out of your mouth, despite the pillow youâve got smothering you, thatâs all he needs for him to fuck into you just a bit harder, to make you clench around him just a bit tighter. he becomes more violent, ungforgiving, and those words of praise and worship soon turn nasty. virtue to pitch. meanwhile, you simply writhe and quiver under him, like an animal afraid of slaughter.
âitâsâ shitââ you cry, trying to focus on anything but the way it feels like your insides are being torn up. âyouâre too big and mean, i canâtââ
âfuck me, sweetheart,â ben groans, holding onto your hips so tightly that you fear the bone will shatter. you can tell heâs about to cum; the way his voice goes all gravelly, the way his pace becomes sloppy and frantic. âif you werenât the way you were, i wouldnât have to treat you like this..â
and he does cum, but not before degrading you for your fashion choices once again.
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the thing is, you donât learn.
and so, ben has to come up with new ways of getting you to listen. to realise that you need to drop the whole innocent actâ before you get hurt, or some âcocksucking pussy tries to feel up my kidââ blames you for being so fucking naĂŻve and stupid. he decides the only way for you to learn is by fucking you.Â
now, youâre dripping with him cum, covered in it from your face to your tits, as he fucks as much as he can back into you. your cunt feels as if itâs on fire, sore from the constant use and abuse, but youâre too stunned to care. all you know is that you need your lesson. you need you dad to teach you how to behave. to keep you safe.
isnât that what all dads do?
you can feel his fingers moving in and out of your swollen cunt, the soft squelching as he forces his cum back into you. âcanât have you wastinâ any of this,â he comments, swiping his slick fingers up and down your folds. âbe a real shame if i had to get tough on you, kid.â
âi donât like it, dadââ but you cut yourself off, the feeling of a sudden orgasm shattering any sense of realisation that this is not right. it just feels too good. instead, you just bury your face into your folded arms. something wets your skin. âdaddy, pleaseââ
âwe ainât done âtil i say weâre done,â and with that, heâs roughly pushing back into your ass, laughing lowly to himselfâ probably amused by the way your cunt clenches around nothingâ before heâs stuffing both of your holes. your ass with his cock, your cunt with his fingers. âgotta remember that.â
âbut it hurts,â you whine, sinking your teeth into your forearm. anything to relieve the pain. youâve become so pathetic, such a small and useless thing around him, especially when he gets you all like this, but he doesnât care. as long as you please him.
âshould i stop then? let some asshole down the street have his way with you?â to which you cry, because you canât think of anything worse. nobody else knows how to treat you. not the way that your dad does, anyway.Â
âno, no!â you begâ you need more, you realise, you need more. something about being like this, being used like this, makes you feel good. makes him feel good. âplease, iâll do anythingââ
âyeah? youâd do anything?â you can basically hear the pride in ben's voice, the way it drips off of his tongue. âgood, âcause iâm not lettinâ you go anywhere.â and he doesnât want you before heâs spilling his cum into you once more.Â
giving you all the love and care that he should. just like a dad should.
content warning đ¨ NSFW. MDNI. fem!reader, fauxcest, p in v, dean refers to reader as âlil sisâ and 'kid,' slight manipulation, lowkey perv!dean, au: faux!big!brother dean
âHey, kidâŚâ Dean Winchester itches his blurry eyes as he lifts his head from the soft pillow to get a better view of you standing at the foot of his bed. The motel room is dark, and his sleepy eyes struggle to make out your silhouette. Slight illumination comes from the alarm clock that reads â2:08â in digital numbers, and the soft glow of the moonlight through the window curtains helps Deanâs poor eyesight as he makes out the shape of your body. âCanât sleep?â
âNo.â You whine, sleep deprivation seeping in your tone as your lips sport a pouty frown. With careful steps, you round the corner of Deanâs bed, fingers feeling for an empty spot in the queen size mattress. âCan I sleep with you tonight?â
âCourse you can, sweetheart,â Dean speaks lowly, the grogginess of sleep embedded in his voice as he scoots back to make room for you. He lifts the covers, sucking in a gasp as cool air pecks at his bare skin. The only piece of clothing protecting him from the nippiness of the Midwest nighttime are his boxers, but itâs much too dark for you to notice.
As you clamber into Deanâs bed, he throws the covers over and reaches for your waist to pull you against his body. With your back against his chest, youâre suddenly aware of his lack of sleepwear as he engulfs you in a spooning position. Deanâs skin is warm against yours, and youâre more than aware of his crotch pressing against your ass. It isnât often you climb into your best friendâs bed anymoreâ not when you front the tough hunter exterior, but itâs nice to be in his comfortable embrace.
Dean handles you like glass, or a porcelain doll, under the assumption that youâre fragile. He considers you special cargo that might shatter under his rough touch so heâs extra careful with the way he cares for you. Even on hunts heâs got one eye peeled, making you stick to him like glue so you donât get yourself into any trouble. Heâs always muttering things like âleave it to the grown upsâ and âyouâre my shadow on this hunt, kidâ which makes your skin hot with anger, but the amount of times youâve protested this only makes Dean double down. Climbing into bed with him only proves youâre the annoying-little-sister-type that heâs gotta keep an eye on, but you canât be bothered to care tonight.
âStop tossing and turning. Go to sleep,â Dean groans into your neck as you wiggle around, throwing your body in different directions every so often. Even with Deanâs arms around you, the struggle to fall asleep is evident in your restless movements. âYou want me to sing you a lullaby or something? My pretty lil sis needs a bedtime story?â
âMaybe something like that would help,â you turn to face Dean, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you breathe in his woodsy scent.
âSomething like that, huh?â Dean says quietly as his hands fit between your thighs and gently pushes up the hem of your nightgown. âBig brothers always take care of their little sisters. I know what to do.â
You donât protest as he slides your panties halfway down your legs, pushing your nightgown up enough that he can feel your bare sex with his fingers. He groans as he collects your arousal, wasting no time as he palms himself and slides his hardened dick out of the slit in his boxers.
âDeanâŚâ you trail off, the sultry whine echoing throughout the dark motel room as he works your legs open and shifts his own body between them.
âYou trust me, right? You trust your big brother?â Dean works the tip of his cock against your slit, focusing on circling your clit before pressing just the tip into the base of your hole. âSay itâ say you trust your big brother.â
âI trust my big brother!â You cry out, opening your legs to give him untethered access to your cunt. Dean presses into you, slow and steady, as he fills your cunt with his throbbing length. He rocks his hips forward, the tip of his length pushing your boundaries and forces a high pitched squeal from you as it tucks against your cervix.
âYeah, baby. Thatâs right, you trust your big brother. Now let me fuck you to sleep.â
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