𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut , dads!bestfriend!russell x reader , fauxcest if you squint , secret relations , blow job , 18+
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#𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this is so bad bc it’s late but enjoy ¿¿ getting me to write lately is like pulling teeth :(
dads!bestfriend!russell always made you promise it was the last time , but he never stopped looking for a reason to break that promise.
standing in the kitchen , nursing a beer while your father rambled on about a project in the garage. but underneath the tight fabric of his greyed jeans , he was reeling. mind trapped in the claustrophobic , humid air of the laundry room from twenty minutes ago. a sensitive ache , a phantom weight of your mouth refusing to leave him.
it had been dirty of you both. the moment his strained cock escaped his boxers , one soft ‘slap’ and his drooling tip escaped its confines. thick , watery precome ran in rivulets down the dense hair on his abdomen.
what really made him keep coming back to you , was when you paid extra attention to his sensitive tip. those small firm licks to the head of his purpled shaft. letting out a soft giggle when his breathing stopped and his cock started to twitch.
russell would try and press your head back, his knuckles white , a hiss the only warning he had left. “quit fucking doing— that sweetheart. ‘m gonna come too quick.” and you’d take every desperate, greedy bit of him in your mouth , your goal was to make him come harder than the last.
"you still with us?" your dad laughed , clapping a hand on russell’s shoulder.
"yeah ‘course i am," he cleared his throat, a register that felt like a secret confession. "just need a drink." and he’d let his gaze flicker toward you , where you stood by the sink , your lips still slightly wet and puffy.
as he swallowed , the faint taste of salt on his tongue. a reminder of taking his thumb , gliding against your lower lip to catch the lingering trace of his own release , and bringing it back to taste himself.
"this gotta be the last time, kid," he had whispered, lowly.
warnings: smut ofc!, kitchen fucking, cream pie, that's pretty much it.
Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
14 days of fucking valentine's!- day 7!
A/N: so sorry im late!! ive been getting stuff ready for senior night and on top of that I had to wash my hair today..forgive me pls!!
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It’s been a couple of days since Soldier Boy has been staying with us. I was really excited at first because everyone looked up to Soldier Boy growing up. He was cool, funny, and was a good man. Or so I thought…
He was a sexist asshole! It’s exhausting having to deal with him 24/7. And today of all days, Butcher makes me watch Ben (Soldier Boy) like I’m his damn babysitter or something. Ben is a grown man who is very much capable of taking care of himself. But nooo, Butcher says I have to do whatever Ben wants me too to do.
Ben is also a raging coke addict. In the past 3 days I’ve known him, all he does is snort coke, down pills and beer like it’s nothing. It was around and the boys still weren’t back so I decided to get started on dinner. I got all my ingredients out to make pasta and went to go boil a pot of water. As I started on making my sauce, I heard Ben come up behind me.
“This is what a real woman does.” His voice boomed throughout the small kitchen. “Do you ever shut up.” I groaned as I rolled my eyes. I felt him come up beside me before speaking up again. “We used to slap women back in the day for speaking to their husbands like that.” He said. My eyes widened before turning around to look at him. “Excuse me?!” My voice was louder than before. Why on earth would he say something like that?!
“I’m just saying.” He said with a shrug. “Well you’re not my husband.” I sassed. “Not yet.” Ben smirked before going back to the couch and drinking his beer. Ugh! The nerve of this man. And I hate how attractive he is. Ben has such a shitty personality but man, is he so hot. His tall muscular frame, those large veiny hands, and his beard. I remember the first time I saw in person was a couple of days ago. He came out his tank naked and hairy. I even got a glimpse of his dick and he was huge. Of course he was huge, he’s Soldier Boy.
I grew up watching him on tv, thought he was cute and funny. But when you meet him in person..you’d wish he’d just shut the fuck up. I finally got dinner with dinner and made both of our plates. I went to the living room and leaned over to place both of our plates down on the coffee table as he whistled at me. I stood back up all the way before turning around to look at him. “Really?” I flatly asked with my arms crossed.
“Your ass looks amazing in those jeans.” He smirked while taking a sip of his beer. I sighed and rolled my eyes before heading back into the kitchen to grab a water. I can’t lie..I sort of do like the attention I get from him. My cheeks were heating up and my face kept cracking a smile but I kept making myself to stop.
I grabbed a water from the fridge and headed back to the living room where Ben was. He was already eating his food and I sat down on the couch. When I sat down he paused and looked at me. I side eyed him before speaking up. “What?” “What’s the deal with you and Butcher?” He asked as I damn near choked on my water. “What?!” I choked.
He slightly tilted his head while still talking with a mouth full of food. “You two are awfully close.” I shook my head and laughed at him. His brows raised up in confusion. “Butcher is like a brother to me, that man practically raised me as his own.” I replied. Ben nodded his head slowly as he took the information in. I’ve never once looked at Butcher in a sexual way. He took me in when I was a teenager, I was homeless.
“So that means you’re single..?” He teased as I scoffed. He chuckled and went back to eating his food.
…
We both finally got done with eating and I took both of our plates to the sink to wash them. He was still sitting down on the couch loudly laughing at whatever was playing on the tv. After I got done with washing our plates, I moved on to placing leftovers into the fridge and washing whatever pots I used to cook dinner. His laughter from the living room eventually stopped which made me pause for a bit. Butcher did say that Ben might try to leave and explore the city himself. Just as I turned around he was right behind me.
I let out a relived sigh as he smirked. “What? Ya’ missed me?” He teasingly asked. And just like that I was annoyed by him again. “You’re obnoxious.” I simply said. He scoffed while looking down at me. “Me?” He asked in disbelief as I nodded my head. I hate that I love how deep his voice is. I turned back around and started moving dry dishes into the cabinet and that’s when I felt his hands on my waist. My body stiffened at his touch.
“Most women would’ve folded sooner.” He lowly said with his mouth hovering over my ear. My breath hitched at his closeness. I tried to speak but nothing could come out. I was frozen under his touch. “It’s been almost 40 years..please sweetheart.” He mumbled in my ear. My legs became weak at his nickname. Something came over me when I felt his hands squeeze my ass. I immediately turned around and reached my hands up to his collar and pulled him into a kiss.
We were both desperate and hungry for the kiss. His large, rough hands scooped me up and placed me on the counter. My hands pulled at his brown locks as his large hands squeezed my inner thighs. He grunted when I pulled at his hair. I was now reaching for his zipper on his jeans but I fumbled with zipper and I couldn’t even unzip it. Ben broke away from the kiss breathless while helping me and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. I already saw his cock once but it’s so breath taking. It’s massive. He smirked as I gawked at his cock.
I then felt his hands roughly tug my jeans and panties off. He scooted me towards the edge of the counter and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was needing him desperately so I took it upon myself to grab his cock and slide it up and down my wet folds. Ben’s eyes closed as he sharply sucked a breath of air in at the feeling. I gripped his arm with one hand while the other pushed his cock inside me. I squealed at how big he was as he let out a deep grunt. Poor man hasn’t had sex for 40 years.
He finally opened his eyes again and looked down at where we connected before pulling out and pushing back in. My head flew back while my hand was still gripping his biceps. He was so big. “Ben!” I whined as he started to thrust. “So tight.” He muttered to hisself. His thrusts were quick, he needed this, nothing intimate, just something to relive himself. “Oh my goshhh!” I loudly moaned. I’ve never had a man this big before. “How are you this wet?” He groaned as his rough hands began to knead the fat on my thighs. “I don’t knowww.” I whined.
His thrusts were getting faster, he was needing to cum. His balls were slapping against my pelvis and I moved my other hand to try to push him away but he quickly grabbed it. “Fuckin’ take it.” He grunted. My lips went into a pout at his actions. His dick was poking that spot inside me that could just make me cum instantly. “I can’t take it!” I choked out. “Yes you can.” He whispered as his hand squeezed mines tightly. My pussy was pulsing around his cock which made him bite his lip.
“So close.” He said. Ben’s cock was twitching inside me, signaling that he was about to cum. “Cum inside me.” I breathlessly said as his face landed in the crook of my neck. “Shit!” He said into my neck. He did a deep stroke and that’s when I came on him. “Yes! Fuck!” I shouted as my orgasm washed over me.
Ben soon came in me and when I tell you it was a lot..it was a LOT! Loads of his cum dripping out my leg and onto the kitchen floor, it was like he shot water inside me or something. His cock was twitching like crazy, he grunting loudly along with squeezing my hand tightly.
My head dropped back on the counter. I was breathless and pussy was sore from how big he is. He pulled his cock out and his cum was dribbling out my sopping hole.
“Thank you.” He muttered with his eyes still squeezed shut.
SOLDIER BOY — PLAYBOY BUNNY [NSFW + SEASON 5 SPOILERS]
Soldier Boy x fem!reader
summary: the hunt for V1 led you to Mr. Marathon's house. you thought this would go smoothly, until the weirdo admits that he used to jerk off to your old Playboy shoots—and Ben isn't happy to learn he is the only man in this whole country to not know about those.
wc: 2,681
tags: V1 supe!reader, smut, a lil jealousy, playboy bunny suit, making out, dry humping, implied size difference, fingering, p in v, orgasm control/denial if you squint, dacryphilia, one mention that reader has a bush, rough sex, doggy style, creampie
a/n: so... this took the whole month to write. this was pitched to me by @ukor02 in my comments and i just loved it so much. so sorry for the lack of content lately, life is rough lol
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You haven't been to Los Angeles in... forever. Yet the California sun is still as hot as you remember.
"Well, this place still looks like a dump." Ben muttered as he walked next to you, boots crunching on gravel. "Just... shinier." His head tilted up to take a look at Mr. Marathon's luxurious home—too white and too big for a washed-up B-lister like him. Being in the Seven for a few years really did him a favor, it seemed.
You snorted. "You say that about every city."
"Because every fuckin' city is a dump." He grumbled, before lowering his voice. "Last time we came here was in—what, '81?" He bumped his shoulder into yours intentionally, and Homelander—who was walking a step behind and looking like a sulking kid following behind his father (which, fair enough)—had to suppress a sigh.
"Almost, '82." You corrected, climbing up the stairs to the front door.
You’d known Ben for decades now. Seen the kid with daddy issues playing macho man after his first shot of V1 until he became America's number one tool for war propaganda—and everything in between.
"We were supposed to come back in '84 for the Olympics but... y'know. Had to go alone." You casually brought up his betrayal and alleged death—just a couple months before your actual last trip to LA.
"Very touching." Homelander said flatly before Ben could reply to you, reaching over your shoulder to ring the doorbell with impatience.
The door opened shortly after, Mr. Marathon's jaw going slack as he took in the three famous faces standing at his door. "Oh my—holy shit." He opened the door wider, ushering you in. "Come in, come in."
The interior was just as white and detestable as the exterior, and you couldn't help but make a face when you saw the guy's self-portait hanging in the entrance.
"Homelander, it is really, uh... really—good to see you!" He stammered, vibrating with both excitement and anxiety. "W—what brings you by?"
"Relax, we're just here to talk."
"Yeah! Great, awesome—" His gaze drifted to Ben, one hand vaguely gesturing towards him. "Soldier Boy—wow, big fan, sir. I actually, uh, popped my cherry in your Underoos."
Ben was about to dismiss this awful conversation when Mr. Marathon spoke up again with renewed excitement, his gaze turning to you.
"And—you!" He exclaimed with a breathy chuckle of amazement. "God, i definitely rubbed one out to your Playboy bunny shoots more times than i can count—the pages were stuck together, i had to find another copy."
Silence.
Long, horrible, awkward silence.
Homelander looked like he was considering just lasering the place to pieces.
"...Shoots?" Ben was the first to break it, eyes narrowing at Mr. Marathon and tilting his head like he'd heard wrong. "What shoots?" His eyes then snapped towards you with not-so-subtle interest. "Playboy?"
"Ben—"
"Since when the hell were you doing Playboy?" He finally asked with a confused shrug, struggling to believe he could've missed something as juicy as this.
"Since you were busy snorting half of Nicaragua and never came back." You shrugged back, but the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn't about to let you brush this off. "It was the eighties! You did your fair share of stupid shit, too!"
He gave you a once over, completely ignoring your point. "...Full nude?" He asked shamelessly, raising a brow at you.
"Of course not!"
"They still out there?" He ignored your whining as well, already turning back towards Mr. Marathon.
"Seriously?" You deadpanned.
"Well—i might still have a... clean copy."
───
Mr. Marathon was still bleeding out on the marble floor, head crushed to pieces when Ben bent down with a grunt, plucking something glossy from under the rubble.
"No fuckin' way. He does have a copy." He muttered, thumb rubbing the dust off the magazine cover.
There you are.
Curled up on a loveseat in a black satin teddy and ridiculous bunny ears, one heel dangling off your foot while you smiled at the camera like there wasn't a single thought behind those eyes. Big hair, dramatic makeup, and a fluffy white tail to top it all off.
America's Sweetheart Finally Lets Loose!
"Oh god, burn it." You gritted your teeth in disgust, glaring at the magazine like it could bite.
"Fuck no, this is gold."
Homelander made a sound somewhere between disgust and exhaustion. "Can we focus?"
"You're insufferable." You grumbled, ignoring Homelander's complaining.
"And you were apparently more flexible than i remember." He clicked his tongue approvingly. "Jesus."
He stopped on a certain page that made him grin like a kid on Christmas Day. "Oh, now this—" He let out a low whistle. "Damn."
You lunged for it instantly. "Give me that!"
He jerked the magazine out of reach effortlessly, laughing as you smacked uselessly at his arm. "No no no, hold on—" His eyes flicked over a full-page spread. "You said no full nude."
"It's not full nude!"
"There is one ribbon covering your tits."
"That doesn't count."
"Kinda does, though."
Homelander stared straight ahead with the thousand-yard look of a man questioning every life decision that had led him here, his facial tics starting to act up.
Ben kept grinning as he finally lowered the magazine enough to look at you properly, and there it was—that smug, annoyingly entertained look that always riled you up.
"Can't believe every asshole in America got to see this before me."
Homelander finally snapped. "Are you two done flirting over a dead body?"
───
"You bought this?"
"Yeah."
You stood in your room back at Vought Tower, Ben at your side with his chest puffed out and an infuriatingly proud grin on his pretty face.
He'd been pounding on your door five minutes ago, insisting that this was an emergency—before dropping a package on your mattress and demanding you open it.
You regretted it the moment you ripped the carboard open and caught a glimpse of black, shiny fabric.
"How did you even—"
"Spent three fuckin' hours figuring out that... that jungle website." Ben shrugged with an edge of frustration.
"Wha—Amazon?" You let out a huff of a laugh, the very entertaining image of him grumbling and cursing at a screen for three hours straight popping in your mind.
"Yeah, whatever. Site kept askin' me about cookies or some shit."
"You learned online shopping for this?" You huffed in disbelief, carefully digging through the plastic bag to pull out the costume, staring down at it with conflict—and maybe a bit of pink on your cheeks.
Fighting the internet just to see you in a skimpy bunny suit was actually pretty romantic, by Ben's standards.
"Won't you put it on, sweetheart?" He leaned towards you, hand reaching to grope the meat of your ass and head ducking down until his hot breath hit the shell of your ear. "Figure if every Tom, Dick, and Harry got the photoshoot, i oughta at least get the sequel."
You folded, eventually.
And you realized you'd rarely seen Ben this invested.
Took you in his arms the moment you walked out, changed in this bunny suit—that you insisted was stupid and raunchy—hands all over your curves and squeezing flesh like he had to make sure this was real. They slid down to your waist again, pinching the soft skin through the satin fabric appreciatively.
"Stop making that face. Smile a little, bun." He teased, amused by how commited you were to looking annoyed despite how red your ears were turning. He could feel your body burning under his palms, flushed and squirming.
"This is not funny."
"Yeah? I think it's hilarious." He retorted, flicking the white fluffy tail on your lower back and tugging at the ears on your head just to rile you up some more. You were about to protest like you always did when he interrupted you, lips crashing hungrily against yours while he pulled you closer until there wasn't an inch left between your bodies.
You squirmed without much conviction when he steered you towards his bed, the empty package falling to the floor as he pushed it off carelessly and sat down on the edge, pulling you onto his lap.
"You're such a pretty bunny, i might just fuck you like one." He purred, gripping your thighs to keep you still. "Wouldn't you like that?"
The grumpy but slightly shaky whine you let out told him everything he needed to know. You're still embarrassed, but so damn into it—and it's exactly what he wants.
One finger hooked into the collar of your bowtie, pulling you in for another rough kiss just to draw more of those adorable grumbles out of you. He was as mean as you remembered, always trying to dominate with his tongue and biting on your lower lip whenever he didn't get his way.
His other hand slid to your hipbone, urging you to grind against him and guiding your movements while his own hips thrust up, the hard line of his erection rubbing deliciously against your clothed slit. He reached for your chest to caress one breast possessively, grunting at the way you arched your back and pressed further into his palm whenever he pinched your nipple through the fabric.
"Gettin' all excited just from a little rubbin'." He murmured against your lips teasingly as he felt you grind harder on your own, chasing more of that sweet friction as your heart pounded through your ribcage and against his hand. "C'mere, bun."
He never stopped kissing you as he maneuvered you onto the mattress, switching your positions until he hovered above you, forearms braced on each side of your head to avoid crushing you under his weight—not that you'd mind. He only pulled back to take you in, from your flushed cheeks to the way the satin strained against your curves. So vulnerable—and fucking delicious.
"Look at you," He muttered, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly rumble. "All red and pouty. Actin' like you didn't want this the second you saw the damn box."
He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving harsh bites and hickeys on the way to your collarbone until he nuzzled his nose into your cleavage—leaving one last open-mouthed kiss on your sternum.
"Roll over." He ordered with a nudge to your thigh with his knee.
"Really?"
"What, you ever seen bunnies go at it in missionary, smartass? Ass up." He didn't wait for you to move, manhandling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips up, bunny ears tilting forward as his fingers tangled in your hair to keep your face down. He hooked his thumb into the crotch of the teddy to pull it to the side followed by a sharp tearing sound that made you jump, mesh snapping to form a jagged hole in your fishnets as he ripped it apart.
"Fuck," He hissed at the sight of your dripping pussy, pink and puffy under that bush of yours he loved so much. "You kept bitchin' all night, but look at that. Little bunny's soaked, just waiting for the big bad wolf to tear her apart." He let out a condescending chuckle, thumb swiping through your folds as he spread your cheeks apart. He relished the way you shuddered and let your head fall forward into the sheets, whimpering softly.
"Pathetic." He snorted, two fingers abruptly breaching past your ring of muscle—earning himself a surprised little yelp. "All tight and snug." He commented, digits already curling and scissoring inside of you while his free hand tugged his pants off, his hard cock springing free from its confines.
"Hnn, Ben—" You couldn't help but whimper as he scratched that spongy spot along your walls, voice muffled against the comforter.
"Yeah, yeah. Stop complainin', you're gonna get it." He scoffed, fingers sliding out of your pussy with a wet squelch. He watched you clench around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness, wordlessly begging to be filled. "You gonna be good?" He asked, one hand sliding up your spine to tangle with the hair at your nape, fisting his cock with the other to press the blunt head of it against your slick folds.
"Yes," You nodded frantically, hips twitching with need. "Please, Ben—"
"Please what?" God, you could still hear that infuriating smirk in his voice.
"Please, ngh—fuck my pussy..."
"Atta girl."
He buried himself in one harsh thrust, savoring that desperate cry you let out—something between a moan and a sob that made his dick twitch inside you.
"You like that? You like being stuffed full, bunny?" He drawled mockingly, pelvis pressing against your ass in a deep grind that made you whimper some more. He leaned down until his chest pressed against your back, body blanketing your smaller form.
"Yeah... you love takin' my big fuckin' cock. Always have." He pulled out just enough to make you whine, before slamming back inside you over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your pathetic, muffled cries filling the room.
"Good girl. Good bun..." He grunted appreciatively against the side of your neck, hand sliding from your nape to grip your jaw and lift your head just enough to catch a glimpse of that flushed face and those glazed over, teary eyes.
"T—too much—" You choked out, each thrust making your body jolt forward.
"Aww, really?" He cut you off by squeezing your cheeks with his fingers a few times, thumb and index finger digging into the squishy flesh—like you were nothing but a cute pet. "Can't handle it, sweetheart?" His movements stopped abruptly, leaving you whining and squirming at the sudden loss of friction.
"You either take it all, or get nothin' at all. And judgin' by the way your legs are kickin' for more right now, i reckon you prefer the first option." He chuckled cruelly, his free hand kneading your hip. "So, are you gonna take it or not?"
You nodded desperately, chin pressing into his palm. "No no, use your words." He nuzzled further into your neck, his beard scratching against your shoulder.
"Mmn—i'll be good... i—i'll take your cock, please—" You barely had the time to beg that he was already hammering into you again, thrusts shallow but hard, balls slapping against your sensitive mound.
"Yeah you will," He grunted while you choked on your own moans and saliva, his grip on your hip tightening bruisingly. "Like the good little bunny you are."
He didn't slow down when he felt your walls tighten and your moans turning into shaky wails, pounding into you until you finally came, gushing around him with a throaty, almost inhumane sob.
"Good fuckin' girl, cummin' so hard on this fat cock—" He felt that familiar heat pool in his gut, thrusts turning sloppy and slightly uncoordinated. "I'm almost there, sweetheart—you can take it."
He came with a roar, hips flush against yours as he spilled himself as deep in you as possible, holding himself there until he was empty. "Fuck—nghh, fuck..."
Your knees gave out the moment he pulled out, goosebumps rising on your skin when you felt your pussy drool with his hot, thick release. The mattress dipped next to you as he let himself collapse, one arm sliding between your waist and the sheets to pull you closer.
"C'mere." He panted, reaching to take those ridiculous ears off your head. A miracle that they stayed on the whole time. "Let's get you out of this, hm?"
He fumbled with the buttons on the cuffs, pulled the zipper down your back and tugged the torn fishnets down your legs—until you laid bare and dazed.
"Y'know, all those dickheads probably fantasized about this," He pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in gentler than you'd expect him to, before getting comfortable himself with a proud grin on his face. "But i can say that i got the real fuckin' thing."
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