[vanillambs]

𝘴𝘩e ﾉ h𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘭𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘺 .ᐟ .ᐟ

𐚁

[spncastdaily]

If you couldn’t tell, we had a blast hosting this Meet the Maker with @familybusinessbeerco! Thanks to everyone who came out and we look forward to hosting many more! [X]

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy THE BOYS (2022) | 3.04 – “Glorious Five Year Plan”

[slashedgutz]

kinda need dad!soldier boy to baby and make reader super dumb so bad rn

soldier boy dumbing you down, almost infantilising you to a certain degree, because he likes you better when you're too stupid to do anything yourself.. especially in sex.

letting him fuck you so hard and deep that it feels like your brain is breaking apart; any sense of the world around you– hell, any sense of who you are– dissipating quicker than your overstimulated mind can realise. and all the while, ben keeps spitting those pestilence-laced words that he disguises as praise into your pretty (empty) head, trying to keep you as dumb and docile as he can.

"you're my baby girl," he mutters, still slowly pumping himself into your gaping hole, his cum oozing out of you slightly. his hand on your nape as he keeps you pinned firmly down on the sticky sheets. "always gonna need your dad to sort you out, aren't you? ain't nothin' without me around to keep you safe.."

[tojislilusagi]

thinking about stepdad!ben who preaches saving yourself for marriage all the time (because he doesn’t want you to go out with any boys) to you but he keeps getting ickier and ickier until his resolve finally breaks and he takes your virginity himself😫😫

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT cw : stepcest / fauxcest , technically cheating , ben is gross , virginity loss , dubcon a/n : this is so bad but i HAD to respond to this right now

this is so hot i dont even know what to say to this im doing backflips off the walls,. he totally would be the type of guy that thinks girls shouldnt be having sex before marriage (even tho hes like a total hypocrite considering he fucked girls b4 marriage so many times)

thinking the ickiness would start with him commenting / asking a lil too much about if you have had a boyfriend, if any guys asked you out, if you have any male friends etc etc,,,. and then maybe it'd escalate from that to being SUPER possessive and being really mean about if ur around any guys even if its just platonic!

this could totally connect to this fic where you have a boyfriend (just to make him mad). the next point of his ickiness is him doing regular pussy inspections to make sure ur not acting up and doing anything u shouldnt!! hes ur stepdad after all and has to make sure ur being well behaved :3 he sees how easily his fingers fit in or how easily you get wet for him!

"look at that, so wet just after talking to you a little. sure you're not going around fucking boys?"

after a little while of that routine , one day after u piss him off again he finally actually takes action. he decides that if you arent going to stay well behaved, he just has to fuck you himself.

after your inspection youre taking two of his fingers, then three, and then he lies you on your tummy. you feel him slide in, but all you can do is fight against the sheets and squeeze around him as he goes deeper.

"shh, shh, i know baby, i know. but you just had to keep actin' up, didn't you? you deserve this, just lie here and take it."

©️tojislilusagi 2026 do not plagiarize, republish, feed to ai or make ai bots based off of my work. i do not use generative ai tools to make my fanfictions. all of my work is done by a human, for humans.

[tojislilusagi]

stepdad!ben who doesn’t really let you leave the house but one night you manage to sneak past him to a frat party you end calling him crying and drunk out of your mind to come pick you up he comes and sees you in the tiniest dress ever he gets so mad and decides to treat you a lesson in the back of his car (do we fw this here😋😋)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT cw : drinking , frat stuff mentioned but age is never specified , car sex , dubcon , p in v a/n : oh my god anon i promise u i fuck with almost ANYTHING. if u wanna see what i 100% dont fuck with check my rules! unless u send something that is against my ask guidelines, i wont be mad at all :3 (and even if u do ill probably just be slightly annoyed). i write taboo topics, so ill never be anti whatever u guys are interested in, i just stick to my preferences! no holier than thou shit over here

also i literally am astounded by how smart u guys are u come up with the best ideas... i love writing but im always so idea dry its so awesome having u guys to give me ideas !! i definitely want to try to put together a full stepdad ben fic, im working on stuff for kinktober so perhaps that will be apart of the lineup

this is so canon to stepdad ben universe i can totally imagine this happening. maybe this is your first experience trying to go to a frat party, and its sooooo overwhelming. some guys force you to drink some shots and ur such a lightweight that u get drunk from that :(

so you sneak away from your friends to the front of the house (and the lawn is like covered in red solo cups and that signature shitty beer pong table). you have nobody else to call except ben and u KNOW youre fucked!!

he already knows youre out of the house and he's just waiting, sitting on the couch in the living room, for u to call him. when his phone finally rings, he picks up in an instant. you're babbling on the other end, obviously sobbing, and all he can really understand is that you're drunk and "so sorry".

he already has your location because hes a big creep and tracks u all hours of every day. he tells you to calm down and sit on the grass so that you dont throw up. like thirty minutes later he shows up in his green pick up truck and honks at you. you sniffle through your tears and walk up to the passenger side, and he looks soooo disappointed.

he doesnt help you buckle your seatbelt like he usually does. he tsks at you when you let out a gentle sob from how embarrassed you are.

"i taught you better than this, didn't i?" is the first thing he says to you. you can't even respond, just bite the inside of your lip and stay quiet. "you know, sweetheart, this is why i don't let you do stuff like this."

the rest of the drive is quiet, but you realize after 15 minutes, when he pulls to a stop, that you're not at home. he drove into a random, empty parking lot off the side of the road.

"are you gonna be good for me now, baby?"

you nod at him and fiddle with your hands.

"get in the back."

you look up at him immediately with wide eyes, but you follow his instructions. you clumsily climb into the back of the car, on the dark brown leather seats, and sit on your haunches. he gets out of the driver's side and opens the back, sliding inside.

"you know, little thing, you're much better when you're listening to me."

you can't help but flush. he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down. the next thing you know, you're sitting on his lap with his dick as deep as it'll go, while he whispers to you.

"such a stupid girl. do i have to keep you locked at home?"

©️tojislilusagi 2026 do not plagiarize, republish, feed to ai or make ai bots based off of my work. i do not use generative ai tools to make my fanfictions. all of my work is done by a human, for humans.

[milleniumpire]

Thinking of icky and gross fauxcest Soldier Boy rutting into you going "you gonna be a good girl for dad and keep your brothers and sisters all warm in the cunnie I made for you?" before he drops a supe-sized load 🌚

-bibunnybrat

Yeah so this is crazy work. He’s grunting this in your ear, his breath hot and his arm tight around your neck; you couldn’t protest even if you wanted to. All you can do is carry on with the little ‘uh uh uh’s he’s punching out of you. He’s calling himself dad, and making sure you cum about it. By the time he’s ready to fill his sweet little cunt it feels numb with pleasure, or maybe a failsafe your body switched on to protect you.

“Gonna be a good babygirl for dad and keep your brothers and sisters warm in that little cunny I made you? Too little to put anything other than family in there, right?”

[slashedgutz]

older!dean winchester deciding that he can make (slightly controversially) younger!reader all better.. without even having to have sex with you..

it's almost hurting him to know how much you're hurting. so, whilst it should be no surprise that he randomly turns up at your parent's house one night, a lonesome message telling you to come out front, it almost unravels you for how he just knows. how the second you get into the impala that's he pulling you into him, holding your face to his chest as he (rather half-heartedly) comforts you; rubs your back through your shirt (and totally resisting the urge to undo your bra), strokes your hair. tells you how he can make this more better if you just trust him. just.. go with him. leave everything behind and simply belong to him.

because he knows how much his baby girl needs him right now. he's the only one who can make this right for you.

[inadoves]

⠀ ⠀ REST, DARLING, FOR I AM YOUR KEEPER

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 02:57am — 𝓹rologue

⠀ ⠀ stalker!dean winchester x reader … series masterlist.

warnings: one mention of rape, drugging.

note: hi!!! my first real miniseries bc idk if i’d consider the tapes a REAL miniseries in my books even tho it technically is…..??????????? idk. i think this will be my 1k special because i truly owe you guys some content. i’m excited for this. ok bai :3

wc: 1.6k

Your room smells like an expensive vanilla candle and the lingering essence of lavender incense. Your walls are dark now, moonlight illuminating the shadows of your curtains and the pictures hung up on your wall messily with a mix of folded painters tape and the Scotch brand mounting tape you buy at Walgreens precisely every five months.

You have a problem with staying still in bed. You snore, you drool onto the pillows and wake up with a sticky mess all over your cheeks. Sometimes, if you have a bad dream, you don’t drool. Your mouth stays glued shut instead, but you do snore heavily every night without fail. It may not be nonstop, though it’s consistent.

Dean finds himself lying in bed with you tonight. He would find it bold if he hadn’t done it so many times before. He did it a few days ago because he’d recently—recent as in a year ago—started to mix in sleeping pills into the milk you use to make yourself coffee every night because, even if everyone tells you it’ll keep you awake, it’s your midnight treat and knocks you out like a light. Have you ever wondered why that might be? Apparently not.

It keeps you from feeling how heavy he is compared to you. His weight dips lower than yours by maybe an inch, which doesn’t really seem like that much in retrospect but it’s a difference for sure. It also keeps you from feeling how he trails your cheek with his fingertips, light as a feather. He feels tingles transferring from your skin to his, riding up his nerves to his brain to send that signal that makes his heart beat faster.

Sometimes, if he closes his eyes with you, he believes he’s yours. That you took a shower with him, let him playfully tease you about the way you sing more off-key than he does, and curled into him to fall asleep. If it were real, he think he could die a happy man. He’d have something else to live for, to see the smile on your face as you hum under your breath or to see you just like this, fast asleep and adorned by the moon.

He allows his palm to rest fully on your cheek. You’re soft, much more than he is at least. He’s all callouses and old scars while you’ve barely seemed to wash a dish your entire life.

Could he kiss you now? Take your first together while your eyes are shut and his body burns to be one with your sleeping figure? When he slides his hand down to your neck, that urge to go even lower gets him right in the gut. But he doesn’t. Never does, no matter how much his body and brain tell him he should there’s a little Sam in the corner scolding him for being weird.

He’ll do it, just this once. He’ll allow his body to lift and climb over you, allow his lips to close in on yours and—carefully, so, so carefully—meet yours.

How long has he been doing this to you? How long do you pretend to sleep for, pretend to toss and turn when really you want to tell him you know? When did you get so good at pretending in the first place?

Maybe you’re a little scared. Scared in the sense that you’re not actually that scared anymore. At first, you thought he was going to rape you or kill you or both. Then you thought it had to be some kind of sleep paralysis demon, but then you heard him whispering sweet nothings to you like you were his goddamn girlfriend and realized… he’s just as lonely as you are.

Even as he presses his lips to yours, you pretend to sleep. You let him do as he must because, in a sense, you need it too. There’s something so sacred about this that it makes your heart flutter into something like affection or, dare you say, love. You’ve spent years like a sleeping beauty. There was no way you wouldn’t get attached at some point. When he leaves, you feel empty, and when you’re by yourself like that you find yourself wondering what if you opened your eyes? Is all the appeal in the fact you don’t know or is this a guy who doesn’t know how to express proper emotion?

Hell, you don’t even know what he looks like. He could be mutilated or a figment of your imagination for all you know, but would a figment of your imagination kiss you with such passion? Would it suck in your bottom lip, lick your teeth and push its tongue through to feel yours even as your breath hitches back into your throat?

Just like that, it’s over. Abruptly, indeed, but over nonetheless.

“..Are you awake?” He murmurs, voice deep and rough around the edges but soft in the middle like a gooey cookie. You don’t want to tell. You don’t. You can’t. Your prince should stay anonymous, shouldn’t he?

His hand is cold despite the heater being on. His callouses could exfoliate your skin if you’d let him. You would let him, wouldn’t you?

It’s too tempting to keep them shut, to leave him anonymous and never know who the ghost you’ve fallen in love with is. So, you open them.

Fuck, he’s beautiful.

Green eyes with the longest lashes you’ve ever seen on a grown man and freckles like moon dust. When his lips part in shock, you notice their wetness; yours are, too.

“Son of a bitch.” He murmurs, sitting up abruptly. His hands are still pressed into the mattress but they slide behind his body as he attempts to slip off your bed in horror of himself, like he looked into your eyes and saw someone he didn’t want to—himself. “How long have you been awake? I-I’m- I’m so, so fucking sorry-“

You sit up on your elbows, watching his face redden as he babbles to you. Maybe you’d be upset if you weren’t mesmerized by the face of your.. lover?

“I.. I’ve been awake. The whole time.” You manage. It comes out like a squeak, barely above an average whisper and definitely inaudible under his panic. At some point he realizes you’re not freaking out like he expected. He was thinking you’d be up throwing a fit, but you’re cool as a cucumber. “How long is the whole time?”

“..Since the beginning.” You whisper. Embarrassingly, that makes your voice crack. You hiss and clench your teeth, shaking your head. Fuck, that was so embarrassing, wasn’t it? “D-Deann..nn?”

“What?”

“That- that’s your name, right? It’s Dean?”

“How do you know that?”

He looks horrified. More horrified than you do, and maybe even a bit self conscious. You don’t look at him like he’s done something wrong, but you still look nervous. “You talk to yourself a lot.”

That cuts the tension in half entirely. You can feel it crumble like a piece of cereal at the very bottom of the bag. You can see his horrified expression break for that moment and a slightly amused upturn of the lips come on his face instead.

“I do, don’t I.” Dean wipes his hand, his trembling, sweaty hand, down his face. Every bit of stubble he has feels like razor blades cutting him open to reveal his red, rotting skin beneath. You awkwardly smile at him. “Yeah.”

There’s this long moment of silence that spreads for what feels like forever. Within it, all you do is think. Maybe you’re the luckiest girl in the world, or maybe you’re the dumbest. You probably should’ve told him at that first instance to get out of your house but what if he killed you? Considering the reaction now, you don’t think he would’ve. Could’ve.

Dean slides off the bed and stands idly as if waiting for you to say something, to say anything. To tell him to leave, to tell him to never see you again. But you don’t. You stare at him with what he thinks is the same expression he’s got on his face—placid, soft, and still mildly shocked at the circumstances.

“..Will you come back tomorrow?” You clench your hands into your lap, tilting your head in what feels like shame. You mentally knock yourself for being so.. chill. Taken aback, he just breathes. He listens to himself like it’s white noise and continues to stare because, what should he say? There’s a twinkle in your eyes that tells him you’re dying for it, dying to wake up to him in your bed.

“I don’t know.” He says finally, rubbing his palms on the back pockets of his jeans. You almost frown. “I-I’m busy. I.. have work.” The excuse flies right over your head. “You’re usually here, though. On Mondays.”

“Usually.”

“Usually.”

Your legs move without you telling them to. They slide your body to the edge of the bed and plant your feet onto the ground like the roots of a very old oak tree, sturdy and strong. “When you’re back,” It takes everything in you not to start panicking at the sound of your own voice. “You can use the front door. I’ll make sure to keep it open.”

He snorts, shaking his head and covering his mouth to hide a smile of disbelief. “That’s dangerous, what if someone-..” He trails off, realizing what he’s going to say. What if someone broke in?

“Then come back soon to lower my chances, Dean.”

His heart leaps. Dean, you said, in an overly confident tone like you’ve known him his whole life. Dean, you said, as if you’re making an indirect promise with him, a contract that he knows he will absolutely fill.

“Okay,” When he says your name, he says it in a softer way. It comes out unpracticed, shaky, and quiet—sweet if he wasn’t so terrified of this moment. “Tomorrow.”

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[girlsadist]

Pressing a barrel of a gun against his bulge but he tries to grind into it

[bruisedfig]

[milleniumpire]

the first time you call soldier boy dad it’s in a sarcastic tone bc he’s old and being his usual gruff rude self while telling you you can’t do something whatever it is and he’s popping a semi immediately even if you’re rolling your eyes saying and I stand by that bc he’s icky and I love him

Yes!!! He actually cannot control himself. A made-up sex tape of you choking on his cock while you try to whine for your daddy is already on loop in his brain.

♱ ... SOLDIER BOY ... ♱ 18+ MDNI cw - use of dad[dy], fingering, oral f-recieving, p in v soldier boy m. list read another version of calling him daddy for the first time here! (happens during anal :()

"Oh, is that what you think I am?" he'd ask, seeing how you'd react now that he'd pointed out your little... slip. You must know what he's thinking, the wheels that are turning in his brain, right? The amount of times you've called him a pervert, rolled your eyes at his obviously-wandering gaze, it should really be no surprise that he can already feel the blood leaving his brain.

"If you keep acting like it," you shot back, something you would defend to the grave as annoyance leaking into your tone. "Not your job to tell me to put my shit in the dishwasher."

"What if I just want to watch you bend over?"

"Then I retract my statement," you responded wryly, feeling hyperaware of his gaze on you while you loaded your plate. You hadn't meant much by it, hadn't expected him to latch onto the idea like he had. Thought he'd be more focused on telling you that for a broad you should be better at dishes.

"Now why would you do do that," he drawled, standing close enough for his heat to sink through your jeans.

"You mean why would I not want to insinuate that my dad likes watching my ass?"

"Yeah. 21st century, right? Anyone can be anything and all."

"I think you have a very perverted sense of liberation. Gotta love soldier boy's america."

"Fuck yeah, I do," he said proudly. "Used to be illegal to film a bitch takin' it up the ass and screamin' for her daddy."

"Oh yeah?" you snorted. "Which part." Your voice was dry enough that anyone else would take the hint to leave you alone, but, as suspected, he stuck around like a fucking cockroach. You couldn't deny a certain level of intrigue for his words, as vulgar as they may be. You also couldn't deny the tug in your gut at the appreciative way he used the word 'bitch.'

"Every fuckin' part. Didn't bother me because I'm goddamn soldier boy," he proudly adjusted his belt, "but it's important that the country I defend stands for the same things that I do."

"I bet. What kind of country would we be if we couldn't 'scream for daddy' on camera."

"Have you tried it?"

"No," you refuted quickly. And despite yourself, you felt your face warm.

"Mmm, see that's a problem," he murmured, cornering you against the counter. "Called me dad all easy?"

He leaned in even closer, speaking directly into your ear. "Most girls aren't looking for a tent when they use that word."

"I wasn't," you protested weakly.

"No, it's okay," he said, his hand smoothing up your thigh like he was trying to calm a startled animal. "It's okay to want some of daddy's attention."

In the ultimate act of betrayal, your breath hitched. Your entire body was molten, and all he's done is touch your thigh. It was the way he was speaking to you, crowding you, and worst of all, seeing you. You could admit that you enjoyed sparring with ben, each of you having plenty of opportunities to get your licks in, but lately it had felt... charged. You could call him out, call him disgusting, and instead of dealing you one back he'd just stare. Stare like he was waiting.

"You've just been begging for it lately."

You felt like a fish on a hook, and the bait was the way he was cooing at you. It still had the signature ben condescension, but the softness is what made you nod in agreement.

He hummed, and when his lips pressed against your neck your eyes slid closed. His hand slid farther up your thigh until his thumb hit your clit, a grunt of approval leaving him when your hips shifted.

"Fuck you gave up easy. Stop fighting when it comes from your daddy, huh? Where'd that little brat go?"

You shrugged, your brain already feeling too weak to string together a response. Later, you'd probably remember to be embarrassed that you did stop fighting the second he called himself daddy.

"Nothin' to say? That's okay. Rather hear you moan than talk, anyway."

His lips crashed against yours, warm and soft and way too perfect for a creature as abominable as ben. He set the rhythm, and your hand crept up to feel the way his jaw worked against yours. His free fingers wound in the nape of your neck, pulling and puppeteering you into letting your mouth fall open for him. He groaned when his tongue met yours, the gentle meeting of flesh feeling terribly intimate.

He pulled away, slow enough to savor each lingering atom of contact, and in a way that was uniquely ben managed to say something perverted enough to put you at a loss for words.

"Christ, that mouth's leakin' for me like your little cun."

The words were dipped in honest-to-god adoration, and coupled with the way his thumb swiped to clean up your lip you didn't even argue when he scooped you in his arms.

He tucked you in his chest, and the security of being held in his arms felt better than it should. You knew he was gross, hell, he was fucking revolting, but all you did was get all stupid with how close he was.

The moment you reached the bed ben fell to his knees, your back still bobbing on the mattress when he slipped off your pants.

"Gonna fuckin' eat you, doll. Bratty cunts always taste the best."

His gaze was locked on your heat, and he looked so damn pleased with himself that you had to wonder how long he had been thinking about this.

His head bowed, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit like he was leaning in for a kiss. He pressed his tongue against your slit, lapping at the wetness he drew from you before fucking his tongue into you. You had never realized that a tongue could feel so... big. The way it flexed and delved had you panting like you were taking a couple fingers, and the bump of his nose on your nerves only made you more needy.

"Ben, I-"

He delivered a harsh slap to your hip, the sound and the sting echoing through the room.

Maybe you just knew ben well enough to know what he was asking for, or maybe the bite against your skin broke down the feeble walls that shielded you from the truth.

"Daddy," you tried again, the word soothing the ache better than any cream.

He groaned against you in approval, only letting out a ragged jesus when his mouth moved to suck on your clit. His fingers quickly replaced his tongue, splitting you open with the new depth they hit. It was only two, but ben's fingers were thick. They dragged against the soft walls of your cunt, drawn to your most sensitive spots like magnets.

"Is daddy makin' you feel good, princess?" he asked, sucking your clit hard enough to make any possible answer scatter from your brain.

All you managed was a pathetic little 'mhmm' and a tightened grip in his hair.

Cruelly, he chose the moment that your legs started to tremble to tear himself away. You felt the heat inside of you blaze before ebbing again, your mushy brain struggling to catch up to your new situation.

"Shhh, doll," he soothed, sensing your prickles of panic. "Just gonna stuff you nice and full 'a dad, okay?" His huge body blanketed yours, and he notched his head against your entrance. Even though it was only the tip that was caught inside, he felt big. Big enough that you couldn't decide if you're glad you haven't seen it or not.

He eased himself inside, his movements like warm honey. Tears pricked your eyes from the pleasure of the stretch, and the sparks of pleasure that raced along your body started feeding the flame building in your gut.

"That's it. Takin' dadcock so well I can't believe it's your first time, sweetheart."

He finished his statement by bottoming out, his hips circling against yours in a firm grind that made you mewl.

"You'll be purrin' like that little pussy in no time. Just gotta relax." His words slipped out like syrup, and by the time you noticed he had a hold on your leg it was already propped against his shoulder. The stretch in your hamstring was sharp, but the new angle he was hitting you at immediately eased the ache.

"Dad," you slurred, your moans sounding like purrs just as he promised. "Feels so good."

"'Course it does, baby. Been asking me for this since the day you laid eyes on me. All that attitude just beggin' to be fucked out."

His hips drove into yours rhythmically, the head of his cock bumping out a noise of pleasure with each thrust. His lips captured yours, swallowing the worst of the sounds, but when his thumb found your clit your mouth opened too wide to kiss. He settled for biting on your lips, licking his tongue into your mouth in a way that reminded you of the way he worshipped your pussy.

He worked you back up in tight circles, slowing down each time you got close to keep the flame in your gut roaring.

"I know," he cooed after you whimpered. "Just wanna see if you can soak me."

You shook your head deliriously, nothing in the world sounding better or more important than getting your orgasm right now.

His thumb slowed to a crawl, more pressure than stimulation while his cock hit deep enough that it felt like it was in your stomach. Instead of your pleasure peeling back without his thumb, it grew hot and urgent inside of your cunt.

"Yeah that's it," he coached, taking in your knit brows. "Little cun wants to cum so bad, baby. Squeezin' me all desperate. Letting dad take care of her."

The band inside you broke, and white-hot pleasure melted from your hips and all up your spine. Your back bowed off the bed, and you pulsed and gushed around ben's thick cock in a way that was utterly overwhelming. He fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming animalistic when he realized how thoroughly you were soaking him.

"Fucking drenching me sweetheart," he panted, his voice sounding wrecked. "Thought I'd have to teach you that."

His thrusts quickened, all of his self-control gone now that you had been taken care of. The pace fanned the last flames of pleasure, drawing out the wave that was breaking your body.

"Gonna--fuck, gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make this cunt all sloppy and full."

He buried himself inside, his fingers pressing into the back of your thigh and his face in the crook of your neck while he pumped his seed deep inside. It was warm, the heat soothing some of the ache from the thick split of his cock.

He groaned into your skin, the intimacy of the afterglow somehow making you shyer than anything physical.

"Like a fucking fountain," he said, his voice muffled. "Like a goddamn motherfucking fountain."

Your face warmed, beads of sweat finally breaking out along your hairline.

"I've never done that before," you whispered amazed at how you still felt floaty with pleasure, not just contentment. "Felt really good."

"Yeah?" Ben sat up, a shit-eating smirk making it's way back on his face (did it ever leave?). "What do you say."

"Thank you, daddy."

[unicorngirl2007]

i’m never getting over how beautiful this man is omgomgomgogmgogmgm OH MY GOD

[literalangl]

Before and after Dagestan

[jewellaces]

ఌ︎ Poor baby

Summary: Your boyfriend, Beau Arlen, took you hard the night before, you wake up sore and aching. He soothes you, then eats you out

ೀ Warnings: MDNI, 18+, NSFW, age gap, fake sympathy, mentions of rough sex, oral, soreness, bruises and marks

wc: 719

You woke up aching in the best and worst way.

Every shift of your thighs sent a dull, lingering throb through your core, a reminder of how thoroughly Beau had taken you the night before. He’d been relentless, deep, hard, and unyielding until you were shaking and oversensitive, clinging to him while he murmured filthy praise against your throat. Now the sheets were cool against your skin and the soreness sat low and heavy between your legs.

Beau noticed the second you tried to sit up.

He was already out of bed, bare-chested and quiet in the soft morning light, but the moment a small wince crossed your face he was there. One knee on the mattress, big hand settling carefully on your hip.

“Hey,” he said, voice still rough with sleep. “Easy.”

You tried to brush it off. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t buy it. His thumb stroked slow circles over the bruise blooming on your hipbone. “You’re not fine. You’re sore as hell.” His eyes flicked down your body, soft with concern. “Poor baby,”

The words were quiet, full of genuine sympathy. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth. “Stay still for me. Let me take care of you.”

He peeled the sheet back with careful hands, sliding it down until you were bare. The cool air made you shiver. Beau’s palm settled gently over your lower stomach, warm and steady, before he shifted lower. He didn’t rush. He simply looked, checking the faint marks on your inner thighs, the slight swelling, the way you tensed when his fingers brushed too close.

“Sensitive?” he asked softly.

You nodded.

“I know.” He kissed the inside of your knee, voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”

He spent the next several minutes babying you like you might break. A cool damp cloth pressed carefully between your legs to soothe the ache. Soft kisses scattered across your stomach and the soft skin of your thighs. He kept murmuring quiet sympathy the whole time, “I know it hurts, I’m sorry, just breathe for me…” every answer you gave earning another gentle stroke of his fingers through your hair.

When the cloth was set aside he settled between your legs properly, broad shoulders spreading your thighs with careful hands.

“Still sore?” he murmured against your skin.

“Yeah.”

“Gonna make it feel better.” His breath ghosted over your cunt, warm and deliberate. “Just feel. Don’t move if it hurts. I’ve got you.”

The first slow drag of his tongue was feather-light. He started with long, flat strokes meant to soothe rather than tease, wet, careful, almost reverent. When you sighed and your hips twitched he hummed low in approval and did it again, slower, letting the heat of his mouth melt some of the residual ache.

He kept checking in between every few licks, voice soft and full of care.

“Too much?”

“No…”

“Still good?”

“Yes, Beau–”

Only when you were breathing easier and the sharp edge of soreness had softened into something warmer did he get more intentional. He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked gently, tongue circling in lazy patterns while two fingers stayed braced against your inner thigh, ready to stop the second you tensed. He ate you out like it was the only thing that mattered, slow, thorough, devoted, until the discomfort faded and pleasure started building in its place.

When you finally came it was soft and rolling, more relief than anything sharp. Beau stayed right there through it, licking you through the aftershocks with the same careful attention, murmuring quiet praise against your slick skin.

“That’s it. Let it feel good. I’ve got you.”

He didn’t stop until you were boneless and breathing slow again. Then he crawled up your body, gathered you carefully against his chest, and pulled the sheet back over both of you.

One big hand stroked up and down your back. The other stayed protectively low on your hip, thumb tracing idle circles.

“Still sore?” he asked after a while, voice soft.

You nuzzled into his neck. “Better.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Next time I’ll go easier.” A quiet, sympathetic murmur against your hair: “Just rest now. I’ve got you.”

[bruisedfig]

need jensen’s big beefy arms 👅

same like just look at them. holy shit

[pumpkineataaa]

Needy Puppy/dog!Dean under Rowena’s dog spell.

Tags

puppy!Dean, mommykink, smut tbh, dry-humping, I mean it is what it is, sub!Dean

That stupid fucking dog spell. Of course Rowena would punish Dean in the most humiliating way possible.

Dean huffed and heaved, whining and jerking his hips in small circles against the corner of the mattress. His back was hunched and his knees were planted firmly on the stained motel carpet.

“M-M-Mommy. Mommy, please. I need you, Mommy.” He whimpered in a high pitch whine. His invisible tail wagging in steady motion with the sways of his pelvis. “Uh-uh-uh”

Repetitive. Repulsive. Rough.

The pre-cum staining his worn out black boxers outlined his pretty pink cock. The fabric clinging to the fuzz of his thighs and riding up the plump curve of his ass. He moans like a scolded pup, trying to suppress a full bark coming through as his cheeks puff up and out.

His pace quickens and his hips start bucking. “M’good boy. I promise, Momma.”

White. fuzzy. Blank.

His briefs are soaked and sticky with thick ropes of cum. Dean pants. When will this spell be broken?

@bigdickackles @acklesslvt @bigdickpadalecki

[pinkmangocake]

fauxcest soldier boy... 18+mdni. bleh.....

send me requests... do u guys hate me.

"oh yeah..." he moans, "riiiiight there-" as your soft lips place kitten licks onto his length, cock so thick you need both your hands to wrap around it.

you'd mewl as he bucks his hips, pushing his cock towards you before looking down at you with those green eyes of his. "give dad's cock a kiss, yeah?" he says, balls slapping against your chin, "c'mon girlie?"

and you'd just nod, before placing soft kisses on his cock, your soft lips against the tip, looking so sweet with the pink lip gloss you've put on. then he pushes into your mouth, and your lips stretch to fit him in.

"c'mon now," he says, ruffling your hair, "swallow dad down, okay?" and you just look at him, barely able to nod with the cock down your throat.