ŕ¨ŕ§ â smut and drabbles
⊠â headcanons
đŕ§ â character tag
đđđ đđđđ . . . Â
đŕ§ SOLDIER BOY â S.B.
SMUT ;
ŕ¨ŕ§ â sneaky!link!ben (reposted archived fic)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â dacryphilia
ŕ¨ŕ§ â ben training you
ŕ¨ŕ§ â something to cry about
ŕ¨ŕ§ â reverse cowgirl
ŕ¨ŕ§ â sucking his fingers
ŕ¨ŕ§ â dad...?
ŕ¨ŕ§ â "i was meant to be a girl dad"
ŕ¨ŕ§ â show him how you work
⊠â sneaky!link!ben headcanons
⊠â munch!ben
đđđđđđđđđđđđ . . . Â
đŕ§ DEAN WINCHESTER â D.W.
SMUT ;
ŕ¨ŕ§ â keep it on the down low
ŕ¨ŕ§ â kinktober piece ft. dean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â older!dean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â dilf!dean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â boyfriends!dad!dean drabble
ŕ¨ŕ§ â bestie!dean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â primal play with dean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â ballerina!reader with dean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â ladybugs (cw: incest)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â i'm dad now (cw: incest)
⊠â sneaky!link!dean headcanons
⊠â boyfriends!dad!dean
⊠â munch!dean
đŕ§ SAM WINCHESTER â S.W.
SMUT ;
ŕ¨ŕ§ â whatever helps you sleep at night
ŕ¨ŕ§ â sam and his bimbo!gf
ŕ¨ŕ§ â dilf!sam
đđ đđđđđđ. . .
đŕ§ CLARK KENT (SMALLVILLE)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â clark with intern!reader
ŕ¨ŕ§ â free!use!clark
đŕ§ CLARK KENT (SUPERMAN 2025)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â brat taming
ŕ¨ŕ§ â somnophilia
ŕ¨ŕ§ â munch!clark
đŕ§ DICK GRAYSON â D.G.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â creeping through your window
đŕ§ JASON TODD â J.T.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â doggy style
ŕ¨ŕ§ â ride it
đđđđđđ. . .
đŕ§ FRANK CASTLE â F.C.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â frank is being a little mean
ŕ¨ŕ§ â size kink w/ frank
ŕ¨ŕ§ â frank talks you through it
ŕ¨ŕ§ â age gap w/ frank
ŕ¨ŕ§ â let's play
ŕ¨ŕ§ â meltdown
ŕ¨ŕ§ â emetophilia
ŕ¨ŕ§ â the punisher
ŕ¨ŕ§ â be a big girl
ŕ¨ŕ§ â behave
ŕ¨ŕ§ â stepdad
ŕ¨ŕ§ â victoria's secret
ŕ¨ŕ§ â piss
⊠â texting (smau)
đŕ§ PETER PARKER â P.P
ŕ¨ŕ§ â symbiote infected peter
đŕ§ BILLY RUSSO â B.R.
coming soon.
đŕ§ BENJAMIN POINDEXTER
ŕ¨ŕ§ â take me for a ride
đŕ§ MATT MURDOCK
ŕ¨ŕ§ â memorized
đđđđđđ (đđđđ). . .
đŕ§ JAKE SULLY â J.S.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â deep throating
ŕ¨ŕ§ â fauxcest
ŕ¨ŕ§ â spit play
ŕ¨ŕ§ â talking you through it
ŕ¨ŕ§ â dacryphilia
đđđđđđ đđđđ . . . Â
đŕ§ NATE ARCHIBALD â N.A.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â sex as revenge
đđđ đđđđ. . .
đŕ§ FRANK LANGDON â F.L.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â somnophilia
ŕ¨ŕ§ â deep throating
ŕ¨ŕ§ â praise
ŕ¨ŕ§ â yearning
ŕ¨ŕ§ â dead dove
ŕ¨ŕ§ â playing w/ jack
ŕ¨ŕ§ â love triangle
ŕ¨ŕ§ â daddy daughter time
ŕ¨ŕ§ â shown off
⊠â smau (age gap + sneaky!link)
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Lowk annoyed rn cuz I was supposed to go to bed early cuz I had to be up early but then I remembered itâs pride month at like 1am and I had the bright idea to watch daredevil and draw destiel fanart cuz they r gay n shit then when i checked the time it was 4am now im gonna go to bed and hope my alarm wakes me up đĽš
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summary: Ben was always around, even back then. Your tiny hands and selfless love entranced him from the start, molding the hardened veteran into a softer version of himself. Now, youâre back home and the feelings you once had for each other start shifting.
warnings: (dead dove-ish?) dbf!soldier boy, fem!reader, soldierboy x reader, age gap, normal au (veteran soldier boy), swearing, Benâs mouth being faster than his brain, confusing feelingsâ think thatâs all for now!!
You wake up tangled in Benâs jacket. For a second, still half asleepâ it doesnât registerâ Just warmth, heavy fabric, the faint smell of smoke and worn cologne. Then reality catches up all at once. âOh my Godâ You groan quietly, dragging the pillow over your face like it personally offended you. Bits of last night flash through your brain in humiliating little piecesâ Jackson laughing beside you, the fireâs warmth, Ben standing over you with that look on his face that you still couldnât properly explain without sounding insane.
Worst of all? The way youâd barely thought before curling deeper into his jacket every time the wind picked upâ like some lovesick idiot.
You stare up at the ceiling for a second before finally forcing yourself upright. Your head hurts a little, though that might honestly just be from overthinking yourself into a coma sometime around three in the morning.
The house is quieter than usual when you shuffle into the hallway. None of the usual yelling, no music nor the sound of your dad arguing with inanimate objects like they can defend themselvesâ weird. Still clutching the jacket around yourself, you make your way toward the kitchen. Once you get there, you stop by the doorway.
Ben.
Already awake, already dressed, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in one hand, standing with the confidence of a man who owned every room he stepped in. And unfortunately? He looks surprisingly good for a man that drank half a lakeâs worth of beer last night. His eyes lift the second you walk in, only to immediately drop toward the jacket still wrapped around your body. Something unreadable flickers across his face. âThere it isâ He says after a second, voice rough from sleep and alcohol. âThought yâstole my damn jacketâ
You let out a soft huff of amusementâ trying your best to brush it off despite the lingering embarrassment from him calling you out. âSays the one who demanded I wear itâ
The man scoffsâ the closest thing to a smile youâre gonna get out of him this early in the morning. âAinât demand anything, just said youâd get sick if yâstayed like thatâ That makes you chuckle softly, glancing at him as you go to grab a mug for your tea. (Heâd already put water to boil specifically for that reason)
Once you finally have your morning tea, you lean against the counter, facing Ben whoâs still lounging like heâs got all the time in the world. âYou remember much from last night?â The question slips out before you can stop it.
Your stomach tightensâ caught between reluctant amusement and utter embarrassment. Itâs not like you did anything, but the whole situation was still weird for some reason. âThat so?â
âMhmâ The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, like he knows exactly which parts youâre hoping he forgot. Asshole.
âActing mysterious all of a sudden are you?â
âAinât mysteriousâ He replies easily, shrugging one shoulder while taking a sip of his coffee. âYouâre just easy tâmess withâ
You canât help but huff, rolling your eyes in reluctant amusement. âOh, screw youâ
âThatâs usually the ideaâ The words leave his mouth before either of you can properly process themâ his mouth (like always) working faster than his brain. Zero brain to mouth filter. Silence. Your eyes widen slightly over your mug while Ben goes completely still for half a secondâ like even he is surprised by what just came out his mouthâ and when Benâs surprised you know it was out of pocket. Then he mutters a rough: âChrist on a crossâ Under his breath and drags a hand down his face.
Heat immediately rushes up your neck so fast it almost hurts. âWellâ You manage weakly, staring very hard at your tea nowâ trying to avoid his eyes so as to not further embarrass yourself. âThat's one way tâstart the morningâ
Ben lets out a low groan that sounds halfway between embarrassment and annoyance with himself. âYâknow what I meantâ
âDid I?â Itâs a soft, breathy chuckle in an attempt at humorâ but it feels funny in your chestâ testing him like this. That finally gets him to look at you properly again, and there it is. That lookâ the same one from the bonfireâ heavy, focused, lingering just a little too long to still feel harmless. For a second, neither of you say anything.
Benâs fingers tighten slightly around his mug before he clears his throat and pushes himself off the counter. âNeed another cigaretteâ He mutters, already turning toward the back door like retreating is the only reasonable option left.
You watch him reach for the back door handle, shoulders tense beneath the old gray shirt stretched across his broad back. And before your brain can catch up with your mouthâ âBenâ He pauses, doesnât turn around immediately, just stands there with one hand still resting on the door. It feels weirdâ this is Ben, since when do you get nervous around Ben? âYou gonna run away every time you say somethinâ embarrassing now?â You ask, trying to tease him despite how warm your face still feels.
A quiet scoff leaves him. âWouldnât have târun if yâquit makinâ me say stupid shitâ
âI didnât make you say anythingâ
âThat right?â Finally, he glances back over his shoulderâ big mistake. Morning light spills through the kitchen windows just enough to catch the tired roughness in his faceâ messy hair, stubble dark against his jaw, eyes still heavy with sleep and something else you were trying very hard not to think about too deeply. It hits you suddenly (unfairly) that youâd never really noticed how handsome he was beforeâ not properly. Sure, objectively? Obviously. Every woman in town with functioning eyesight had flirted with him at least once growing up. You remembered waitresses touching his arm too long, women at bars laughing too hard at things that werenât funny, your dad groaning every single time somebody called Ben âcharmingâ as if he wasnât a loud-mouthed asshole. But heâd always just beenâŚBen. Solid, familiar, constant. Not this. Not a man standing ten feet away making your stomach turn itself inside out from one look. âYou thinkinâ too loud againâ He mutters suddenly, voice gruff.
Heat immediately rushes to your neckâ because heâs rightâ of course he is. He knows you better than anyone. âYouâre literally impossible to talk to before noonâ
âSmartest thing you said all morninâ kidâ That doesnât make the tension disappear, but it does helpâ itâs like him, rough and comfortable in a way youâd missed all that time youâve been away.
You shake your head with a quiet scoff, bringing the mug back to your lips mostly to give yourself something to do besides stare at him. âGo smoke your cigarette, old manâ
âWatch your mouthâ Thereâs no real bite to it. Actuallyâ you can almost feel the smirk tugging at his lips, amused by your defiance. For a second, Ben just stands there by the back door like heâs still deciding whether leaving the kitchen is worth the effort. Then eventually he exhales sharply through his nose, turning the handle open, briefly glancing at you over his shoulder before disappearing into the porch.
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18+ mdni, dubcon elements, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal penetration, creampie, vaginal fingering, cunninglingus, somnophilia, choking, overstimulation, reader has no gendered pronouns, implied stalkerish behavior [reader], fbi!dex just being a rather friendly neighbor, mrs. miller close your catholic ears, smut below the cut
reader who has a huge, super obvious crush on neighbor!dex, always trying to run into him in the hallway, asking for spare batteries for your remotes and extra eggs for breakfast. the first few times it happened, dex was rather clueless about your attraction to him, because few people had ever really looked his way. and not that you werenât pretty, he just wasnât into you like that. you were nothing more than his kind neighbor who seemed to forget how to adult since heâs moved in.
it wasnât until the nice but nosy old lady in 427 offhandedly mentioned to dex how generous you were, how you mustâve had everything one could possibly need stocked up, that he realized you were just using it as an excuse to talk to him. between his important assignment at the fbi and spending time with his support system julie, dex hardly had the time to be entertaining your little crush.
until he was put on administrative leave and nice, sweet julie turned out to be just like everyone else. scared of him and his devotionâhis desire to be good just like her.
he had put a hole through his wall and a couple cds by the time he heard you unlock your front door. before he knew it, dex ripped open his own door, startling you.
âjesus, are you okay, dex?â you asked when you saw the distress on his handsome features.
the whole time heâs lived here, youâd not once seen him anything but the picture of put together. you envied it, but you also wondered if there was more underneath the mask of calm. was this what was hiding behind it?
in two quick strides, dex was in front of you, roughly grabbing your face and smashing his mouth against yours, tongue prodding through the seam of your lips. your shocked gasp allowed the warm muscle through. the question on your tongue died then. he pushed you both through your door, foot kicking it shut.
next thing you knew, he was harshly fucking his cock into you, pressing your face deeper into your mattress with his hand on the back of your throat. you can already feel the bruises around your neck forming. you sobbed his name, already having come twice around him. each of his thrusts were so precise, never faltering even as he was finally approaching his climax.
youâve never heard his voice as raspy as when he began to taunt you, âyou can take it, canât you? i know you like me, or else you wouldnât be letting me do this to you.â
âplease, dex, dex, dex,â you blabbered like a mantra. you couldnât tell exactly what it was you were begging for.
he held you down harder then, blocking your airway for a moment. âfuck, youâre so wet. youâve thought about this, havenât you? you ever imagined me knocking on your door and shoving my cock into you? oh, i can feel you squeezing me. youâd love that, wouldnât you?
âmrs. miller said you were so helpful. she was right. thatâs why you followed me around on my runs, didnât you? just wanted to keep me company. you werenât that dumb to think an fbi agent wouldnât notice, were you? you wanted me to know with that little damsel-in-distress act of yours.â
you felt his weight press down onto your back, his fingers sliding from your sore hip to the center of your thighs. he smiled when he found your clit immediately, rubbing the overstimulated nerves with quick, precise movements. despite the mortification of being caught, you cried out in overwhelming ecstasy. your stretched walls clamped down so hard around his length, it was like they were trying to push him out.
but obviously, you wanted it. otherwise, your arousal wouldnât be gushing out around his relentless cock like that, dripping onto your ruined sheets. each slap of his hips against your ass made such an embarrassing squelch inside the thin walls of your small room. hopefully poor old mrs. miller couldnât hear any of thisâshe was terribly catholic.
dex spoke more in the last forty minutes than he had to you in the past three years heâs been living in this building. he teased you about your crush on him, praised you for being so good for him and his cock. it wasnât long before your third release washed over you, milking him so hard that he spilled himself into you. you felt his hot cum flood your walls, shamefully (but blissfully) wondering if heâd slide himself out of you just to watch it leak out of your hole.
but despite his intense climax, he kept going, because dex was only a friendly neighbor cashing in on his neighborly generosity to you.
bonus: years later, the assassin bullseye would climb up your fire escape, sneaking into your apartment through your unlocked window. you mustâve been waiting for him to return, never mind the heatwave running through manhattan right now, and your ac just broke last week. youâd wake up to bullseye with his head between your thighs, fingers making those familiar strokes with deadly precision. he had lifted his mask just enough to expose his mouth, coaxing a shattering climax from you just like he did all those times before. (you had, in fact, started to leave your windows unlocked when you heard he escaped prison.)
I made like 0 progress but at least I got his mouth and nose done. I donât really like either but I think Iâm gonna leave it alone cuz thatâs prolly the best I can do. And I keep trying to do his hair but it js keeps ending up terrible đđ
(Any tips on his hair would be greatly appreciated đ)
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