#jackles

[angel-fruitcake]

[dollfacies]

SOLDIER BOY P!LINKS

a/n: accept this as a peace offering while i work on requests

18+ content ahead—minors do not interact. preferably watch in private, not public. you must be logged into x (twitter) to watch the videos below. ૮꒰ ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ ꒱ა

✘ creampie ✘ bend over ✘ makin’ you do all the work ✘ lesson learned ✘ face riding ✘ don’t tell butcher ✘ between your tits ✘ rightfully where it belongs ✘ throat fuckin’ ✘ passionate ✘ thigh humping ✘ mutual masturbation

[meiwok]

i think there is a huge maturity issue in the fanfiction community. below are some things i'd like to address.

minors in adult spaces you are not 'mature' for you age if you cannot follow a simple boundary. if you lie about your age, you are also endangering the adults you contact, it's not just about your safety. just because you yourself are comfortable or going through puberty and need to get off, it does not mean you should interact and cross a very explicit boundary. this also brings me to mdni blogs who pick and choose specific minors just because "they write good smut" or "they're almost 18 anyway". if you have a boundary, then enforce it. you are making the 'mdni' label seem like a joke. don't call yourself 'mdni' if you're not.

disregard on kink etiquette there is a difference between writing dark content and normalizing real, dangerous situations. do not interpret real life cases of abuse as inspiration for your fanfics. i remember some time ago, there was someone requesting about elvis presley and his history with a minor. also, if you are into unusual things and someone is against it, it's so easy to not interact. do not step over people's boundaries just because you feel like they have more morals than you. nobody cares what you're into as long as you keep it in your own space, it doesn't harm anyone, and you don't force it onto others.

talking behind people's backs i see no issue with shittalking as long as it's something you would say to the person upfront or have no intentions to interact with the person. to mock, belittle, and 'drag' someone behind their back is, honestly, strange. most of you are above middle school age, act like it. the issue is not with shittalking, but with pretending you are above it and do it.

whining about interactions it's okay if you're frustrated that a post isn't doing well, it's okay to post about it. readers these days on tumblr need to be reminded that to keep the fanfiction ecosystem alive, you should reblog. however! posting stuff like "omg, i'm gonna quit if i don't get 100+ likes" or "all of you better like rn" just makes you look odd. write for yourself or you always get burnt out.

sympathy baiting no, you cannot have bpd nor any cluster b disorder if you are under 18 unless you have an explicit diagnosis from a professional. no, you cannot post smut as a minor just because you were groomed and normalize sexual content. no, you cannot jump into adult spaces just because you're 'mature for your age'. no, adults are not the bad guys for setting boundaries. no, mental illness isn't a silly label to put in your bio for extra points.

trauma dumping without asking we are not your therapists, we are not licensed, and no one on here wants to play babysitter to someone at risk of self destructive behavior. if you need help, then seek it irl. if you cannot, then advocate for yourself. you will not get better by being a whiny bitch about it on tumblr. you will not get better if you complain about things in your control to stop.

if you do not have the maturity for at least most of these, you should not have a mdni blog (if applicable) nor be on the internet at all.

[godsfaith]

stomping ground .⋆♱

tw. obsessive dean! stalking. dead dove do not eat. masturbation (m). threats. panty kink. panty sniffing. sex. p in v. pussy slapping. ass slapping. tit slapping. oral receiving (f). CNC. dom dean. overstimulation. title from ethel cain.

Dean knows he’s a bad man.. but he just cant stay away from you.

He tells himself its for your protection, installing that GPS tracker into your phone and car. He knows when you're at the grocery store, when you stop for gas and when you take a detour to visit a ‘friend’.. but the truth is darker. he sits in the Impala outside your motel room at 2 AM, watching the light under your door with his knuckles white on the steering wheel imagining you sleeping. Imagining what your wearing…. panties and a tshirt? his tshirt?

would you be dreaming about him? do you call out for him in your sleep? are you wet? All the thoughts rush to his brain, then to his cock. His jeans becoming so tight and uncomfortable he just has to jerk off…

anytime you mention a new friend, within a week they’re gone. Dean makes sure of that. He'll leave subtle threats, show up unannounced and spread rumors that you're "taken" by someone dangerous. He never admits it but the satisfaction he feels when you're isolated- when you have no one but him, keeps him up at night with a sick kind of joy.

There’s a duffel bag hidden under his bed in the bunker. his own private collection of you. a hair tie you left on the sink, a napkin you wrote your number on and a pair of your panties. the lacy ones you’ve been looking for. sometimes he presses them to his face and inhales, your sweet scent still engraved in the cotton. sometimes he wraps them around his aching cock, jerking off until his hot jizz leaves stains inside.

when he finally finally gets inside of you, you have to say his name. He needs to hear it. “Dean." Over and over until your voice is hoarse. He fucks you from behind with one hand in your hair, the other wrapped around your throat. a reminder that he owns every breath you take. That he owns you. When you cum he makes sure you're saying his name. If you don't he’s slapping your pussy, your ass- tits and anything he can get his hands on until you do.

His favourite is when he gets to go down on you for hours. The feeling of your hands tangling in his hair trying to latch him off your sensitive clit but he just wont- instead he shakes his head to get deeper, tongue licking your pussy messily until your covered in his spit and so overstimulated your pleading him to stop.

Theres rot beneath his green eyes and smile but in deans eyes, its love. the only kind he knows how to give- suffocating and so consuming you practically move as one. Even if you dont want to.

and god help anyone who gets in his way.

can you tell ive just watched ‘obsession’ LMFAO

[cten0phora]

why are they dressed like the powerpuff girls

[ackleskisser-mp4]

BOYFRIEND!SOLDIER BOY

Okay so we all know how soldier boy is all unhinged and fucked up and really rude towards everyone. And I bet we all know that we would be that person who he wouldn't be rude towards. Like his... weakness, to say it somehow. (MDNI: mean & possessive soldier boy, mentions of sex, explicit content, age gap if you squint).

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that gets annoyed with you pouting cause your feet hurt, but he gives you a piggyback ride nonetheless and massages your feet afterwards too. He would never tell you to not wear those shoes cause he fucking loves how they make your legs look, but he would groan as soon as you complain.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that groans and grumbles everytime he sees a couple being cringe on the street. Kissing, holding hands, he hates any type of public display that isn't sexual. But when he's with you? When you grab his hand, you can almost see him smiling and he would kiss you hungrily, in a way that leaves no space for doubt that you're his and only his, everytime a douchebag looks a little too much at you.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that leaves bruises on your skin during sex and pretends to not care, but from time to time he would ask if anything hurts. After he fucked you dumb, he would bring you a glass of water and make you drink it. He would never say outloud that he cares, he would pretend that he treats you as a toy only, but he does. He shows on those little things.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that would throw at you painkillers after you complained for period cramps. He would tell you to walk it off or to not be such a baby, but he would ask you if a heated pad would help and he would get it for you with an annoyed groan, but nonetheless.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that would kiss you senseless right before he makes you duck your head and take his hard on your mouth. He would be mean about it, “take it like a big girl”, “is that all you got, princess?” He would fuck your throat and every now and then he would remind you to breathe. He wouldn’t want you dying with his cock on your mouth —not literally at least. He would take it out to let you fill your lungs, just a moment before shoving himself back in, making you choke around him and that would only make him let out a breathy laugh.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that would groan when you suggest movie night. Specially when you say you want to watch some chick flick and pout when he says he doesn’t want that. He would eventually give in, but he’s definitely distracted throughout the film, caressing your breasts between his big hands and pulling you closer to him so you two can cuddle.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben that would flip off everybody, specially those who dared to ask something of him. But if you did? His little doll? He would groan, but complied anyway. He loves doing things for you, even if he tries to pretend he doesn’t.

⋆｡°✩ Boyfriend!Ben with eyes that only show any sign of softness when you’re around. If he’s dealing with anyone else, his eyes are cold and dead. But with you they are warm, they always are. He only puts up a front so no one notices how his gaze softens. But you notice, you do it everytime. You’re just gentle enough to not bring it up.

[filthgf]

⠀ ݁ ˖ ꒰ HANDS ON⠀ ·⠀ 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲⠀࿐ ׂ  ˖

⠀᭝ 𝟏𝟖+ ꒱⠀choking, unprotected sex, manhandling, gagging with fingers in mouth, drooling, small dirty talk, ben cums on reader’s ass + back.⠀ ⊹    𓈒

⠀©⠀filthgf⠀ꫂ⠀2026.

ben’s gloved hand wrapped around your throat tightly, the leather creaking as his grip flexed. your legs were locked backwards around his form, standing tall and broad behind you with his pelvis outstretched ahead. he was pulling you down onto his cock with one hand, his other palm cradling one of your thighs that sat against his hip, gripping the plush flesh to keep you upright and in position.

your moans were strained and breathing almost entirely restricted. you desperately grabbed at his wrist with your hands, both trying to pull him away to breathe, and attempting to press him closer to your throat, craving more of his control.

your legs soon began to fall as he picked up the pace, your lower body falling limp from how fast he was slamming you down, and how good he was splitting you open. your arousal gushed around him and down your legs—which were dangling in the air. you tried to wiggle your toes, but it felt like your bones were jelly just from the sheer pleasure and force of him repeatedly plunging inside you.

ben let out a low grumble, hooking your legs back up with his other arm, “fuckin’ stay,”, his grip on your throat tightened impossibly, making your breathing stutter and halt. black spots slowly began to creep in, blurring the corners of your vision from the lack of oxygen.

a whimper fell out in the midst of your stunted moans, feeling the brute force of his hands dig into you, surely to leave both faintly seen, and terribly visible bruises on your skin later.

the position you were in shouldn’t have been possible. but the super human strength he held made it so.

your legs began to slip once more, his grip faltering. he got fed up quickly, spewing about how it “shouldn’t be this hard” to keep your legs up, and that you just “haven’t been fucked the right way yet” to learn how. a strong whine pushed past your lips as he pulled out with a wet schlick!, the mix of previous orgasms spilled out of you like wine overflowing without the cork. he then walked over to the dining table in the next room, plopping you down on the surface as gently as he could muster.

he forcefully propped your backside up with your knees on the hard wood, grumbling as he had to hold you up when you began to slip. he grabbed ahold of your hips, pulling you back as he slammed back inside your warmth, tearing a sharp and rumbled gasp from you. it had begun to feel cold with your wet folds out in the open air, but with ben back inside, you felt your insides begin to melt around him again, wet muscle shifting into the shape of his pumping cock.

he held a firm grip on your ass with one large hand splayed over your cheeks, bringing his other up to your mouth, prodding his fat fingers down your throat. you gagged as the thrust of his hips pushed you forward, making his fingers surge farther.

“yeah, that’s it, take my fuckin’ dick, baby,” his gravelly voice sent shivers down your body, the messy plops of his skin meeting yours amplifying it all. “best pussy i’ve had in a while, so wet ‘n tight, bet you’ve never been fucked this good, huh?” he cooed, drilling deeper as he adjusted the angle. all you could make out was slobbered hums and yeah’s, the rest being gargled moans as your spit drooled out around his fingers, drenching his glove and making a nasty pool on the table beneath your head.

ben’s fingers moved to the side of your cheek, stretching it and warping the shape of your mouth as he lifted your head up, straining your neck while your eyes rolled back. the rough skin of his fingers dragged over the smooth molars and canines of your teeth.

“shit, shit—fuck!” he moaned, letting go of the insides of your mouth, your head lolling back down onto the table as he wrapped his spit covered hand around his shaft, having pulled out again. he gave himself a few fistings before cumming all over your ass and back, letting out powerful jets of his semen.

you mewled lowly as he gazed at the sight in front of him. his pearlescent arousal dripped down the curve of you, making its way down your spine, all while it glistened in the light, coating the redness of where his coarse pubic hair burned against your skin from his snapping hips. it was oddly beautiful, seeing you so ruined like this. watching old cum make its way out of your now gaping, sopping hole, and down towards the hard wood table from the path your quivering legs made.

a smirk made its way to his bearded face, palm still stuck to his fat, softening cock. but he was slowly hardening again at the view of your labored breathing, at how your gentle and frail fingers danced over the bruises on your throat, feeling the sting when you applied any sort of pressure.

ben couldn’t help himself, his mouth moving before his mind could form the thought first, “wanna go again?”

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

(processing... SO. MANY. EMOTIONS...)