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ALL BARK, NO BITE

wordcount: 2623 summary: Out there? You’re stubborn, mouthy and unapologetic– the moment Dean gets his hands on you? It all melts away. warnings: fem!reader x dean winchester, established relationship, mild arguing, cursing, dean being a smug little shit, brat-ish? Reader, smut (dry humping, groping, grinding, fingering) think that’s all for now!!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — go on, son. ‘ave a bump.

soldier boy x reader (18+) … are you recording?

warnings: dubcon, reader is heavily intoxicated the entire time, ben says rape to refer to sex one (1) time, creampie, crying, forced orgasm if you squint, painful sex on reader’s end.

wc: 1.4k

note: ty to @nosesitter for the licking tears thought!!! so perfect! also thankfully my sickness didn’t prolong this too much. rommulus lwk helped me get thru this.. i feel like it’s not as good as it could be but i hope you guys like it anyway. one more tape to go!!! ty for the love!

For some reason, the quality of this video turned to shit the second it was uploaded onto the DVD. It’s just okay enough that it’s not unbearable to watch yet it’s hard to make out what’s going on half the time. Maybe that’s for the best.

It cuts to the middle of a scene.

There was so, so much prep that went into this he’s shocked you still have half a brain today. So much cocaine. So many hallucinogens. So much alcohol it could kill three small children.

You’re sprawled out on the table, fingertips pressed at the edge of the cold marble. There isn’t much to it, the room dark except for a few lamps.

Ben’s already inches inside you, pupils dilated from how much shit he’s shoved up his nose. The camera points towards the way his cock slips inside you perfectly, your clit puffy and sticky already. Your breasts are littered with dust and bite marks, skin wet due to left over saliva from his tongue.

It’s hard to feel anything, to see anything, to hear anything. There’s no noise that comes out of your lips, no soft moans of ecstasy or any kind of quiet whine to indicate you’re conscious although you are. He doesn’t bother to make sure you’re okay.

He’s hard as a rock. He crushed up a bunch of viagra and snorted it even though he really didn’t need it at all—the man’s built like a statue and his dick couldn’t be any more perfect. Now his tip is just ramming inside you absurdly hard.

You feel floaty. Even with the slight nips of his teeth at your neck and the feverish thrusts of his hips you aren’t really there. You lay slack beneath him, an occasionally shaky exhale escaping you. Ben teethes at your nipple, biting the flesh roughly and exuding a pleased noise when you don’t try and turn. Your body jerks upward into him, his mouth opening and tonguing the soft flesh of your breast. His canines push into your skin deep enough to leave a tender pinkness behind. You’re sure it’ll bruise and blossom the next morning.

As he rolls his hips your mouth parts and opens, eyes squeezing shut while air forces its way through your esophagus. Your throat is so dry it physically hurts to breathe.

“You alive?” He muses, burying his cock deep inside your cunt. You’re sopping wet, soaking his pubic hair and dripping between your ass cheeks and onto the table. It sounds like you’re swimming.

At his words you hum softly, brows tensing while you blink up at him. Your pupils are so dilated there’s no color left in them, not a single bit reflecting through the artificial light above.

When your vision focuses, he’s all you see.

It’s blurry except his face a few inches from yours, warm air surrounding your bodies and a sudden wetness from his tongue forcing itself into your mouth. You don’t have the strength to kiss him back, don’t have the strength to move your head away and tell him it hurts.

His tongue hits places it probably shouldn’t: behind your molars, almost to the entrance of your throat. It’s a slimy texture you’re sure will stay until you sober up.

He pulls away, hands placed by your head. “You look wasted as fuck, sweetheart.” He scoffs. He smooths out some hair from your face, cradling one cheek in his large palm and thumbing your lips apart. He pushes his finger into your mouth, watching your immediate reaction of suckling the digit lazily.

“Even now you still know how to please a man.” He sounds.. happy? Pleased with your ‘performance’, which is really just you doing nothing. “You let me pump you with drugs and rape your pretty cunt. Didn’t even say a thing.” He rubs his thumb against your tongue. “Such a good girl you are.”

Ben pulls his thumb out of your mouth, smearing the saliva onto your lips and resting his hand at your throat. For once he doesn’t feel like he wants to choke you. Instead, he slides his hand down your sternum and between your legs where he’s fucking you, his balls slapping against your ass with every third thrust on the dot.

His fingers curl against your clit, pinch the nerves between his nails so hard it causes you to scream—the first real noise you’ve let out since he forced himself inside you. It’s music to his ears.

Your hands scramble to push at his shoulders, nails barely scratching him when he rolls the bud between the pads of his fingers like it’s some deformed penis. “F-Fuck, fuck!” You gasp, eye twitching and hips stuttering in a poor attempt to move away. He looks at you quizzically, smiling sharkishly and grasping your hip to hold you in place. “Shit. Didn’t think you’d want to put up a fight today, sweetheart.”

He twists at your skin like it’s a steering wheel, the cries you’re letting out only making his thrusts more prominent. Your body jerks and your heels kick at his back, sobs rippling through your chest with every tug. Ben groans lowly as your walls tighten around him uncomfortably, the sudden pressure making his hips stutter.

“I-It hurts,” You blubber, blinking away tears and shaking your head. “Let it go, let it go! Stop it!” A pit forms in your stomach at the sensation of his fingers. Yes, while it hurts more than anything in the world right now—a sensation heightened by the drugs pumping through your blood—it’s still stimulation.

Ben rolls his eyes, pressing his thumb down onto you until you’re thoroughly writhing under him. You knee at his stomach aggressively, begging through tears for some kind of mercy.

“Fucking dramatic, aren’t you?” He lifts himself up, slapping at your hip. “Just give me one little orgasm, sweets, and maybe I’ll let go.”

Maybe. It’s always maybe with him. But what other choice do you have? You’re inebriated out of your mind, barely breathing in proper increments of time and blinking so slowly it looks like a movie. Your vision is blurry and you can barely move your own body except in a defensive position.

You nod your head wearily, sniffling and blinking away tears from your eyes. They roll down your cheeks in bubbles. Ben leans down, thumbing your clit roughly at the same time he kisses your lips. He moans into your mouth, his cock pressing against your cervical opening with each movement. You move your head, whining and curling your toes. If you were in the right state of mind you wouldn’t still be here, you and him know that all the same, so he’s really enjoying this moment.

“Can tell you’re gonna cum,” He trills, lips leaving yours and trailing towards your cheeks. You whine and shake your head, eyes squeezing shut and forcing more of those salty droplets out your eyes. His tongue darts out, licking one thick stripe up your cheek towards your bottom lid and absorbing the liquid through his tastebuds.

You groan at the sudden contact. “Ben!” A shriek that he ignores, kissing at your lips again.

He rubs circles into you, a familiar motion he knows will rile you up and over the edge. It astounds you how easy it is for you to climax suddenly. Your vision blurs and your head spins, walls squeezing and spasming around his length as you cum.

He peels his hand out from between your bodies, sticky fingers coming up to squeeze your face and force you into an invasive kiss. He’s not kind. It’s teeth against teeth and tongues shoving their way past each other like a dog fight. You’re sure your lip will be bleeding by how he tugs at the flesh, moaning inside your orifice as he cums deep inside you, his viagra induced boner ripping your walls in half when he finally buries himself deep and fills you up.

Ben pulls away with a gasp, dropping your head back down against the table. You groan at the sudden harshness of the marble. The table will win every time. He inhales deeply, wiping saliva away from his lips and turning towards the camera.

“Turn that shit off,” He rasps, shoving at the camera. The next few moments are black and grainy. All you can hear is him arguing at whoever’s behind the camera before it cuts.

I mean he does NIGHT shift, he can’t possibly blame me for getting riled up and missing him (he totally can)

Do you think Jack would have a no masturbation rule or anything like that? How would he react if reader kept sending him nudes and spicy texts throughout his shift? Would he check to see if reader touched herself after his shifts to make sure she didn’t break any rules? IDKKKKK

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Jack would have to stop checking his phone at work. If he sees you've sent him anything that's not an emergency or asking about breakfast he simply has to ignore it because he knows exactly what's in that message. Jack would have a no masturbation rule sometimes. He's a very generous guy so I know he loves that you love to touch yourself, but if he ever notices that you're somehow not in the mood when he comes home he is forced to take action. His general rule is that if it's sufficiently documented and it doesn't interfere with what he wants to do to you he doesn't mind, but if he ever comes home to you too fucked out to take him like you normally do he's putting a stop to that real quick. All the toys and vibrators he so generously bought you are locked up, and it's back to the stone ages. He knows that not having all your toys is a severe deterrent to touching yourself; what was before a quick ten minute relief is now a much longer session, and you'd rather just sleep it off so jack has a wet pussy waiting for him when he walks in the door. If he suspects you went through with it anyway he'll smell the sheets, needing to make sure you didn't leak all over the bed, and pull your pussy apart to see if your clit it still swollen. He'll drag you to the foot of the bed, gently pulling your folds apart with his thumbs, his eyes laving over every inch of you. His inspections are thorough, just like everything he does, and by the end he gets to comment on how wet you're getting from his eyes on you.

Maybe he’d convince you to pop one when you catch him taking one, “just to see how it feels” cause who knows, we might loveee it

A fuzzy head and lingering touches turn into a messy make out and dry humping on the couch, whether they’re too stoned to go all the way or they fuck nasty till everything is gross and sweaty UGHHH I don’t know but both sound sooo him 😩😫 i need to hear your thoughts your brain is so amazing😞🥀

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Yes mine as well and I am now drooling! (this turned out to be a rambly mess sorryyyy I also have a few other intox frank fics on my masterlist that I like a lot more than this one :/)

Idk if this was on purpose or not but the idea of him using 'we' to refer to you is actually crazy. Like 'how're we feeling, sweetheart?' when you're blissed out and droopy on his lap, not used to the sensation like frank is. You would say he really had to convince you to try, but the idea of him having his way with you when you're in a space where you feel too good to stop him from doing anything makes your head spin. Frank is a respectable guy; doctor, very short-lived addiction which he's 'overcoming,' well-spoken, but he's not necessarily respectful. He will say or do fucking anything to you without even blinking, not even thinking that some people might frown upon him fucking his drugged-up girlfriend with an arm wrapped around her neck while she's way too fucked to give any input on her situation. I feel like he'd be really interested in your ass while he's high, getting you propped up on your knees with your face buried in the cushion while his tongue explores your rim and his fingers prod deep inside your cunt. He doesn't care how much you whine and moan into the couch, babbling and begging for nonsense while he makes you feel crazed with pleasure.

Once he finally gives in to fucking you he presses his chest impossibly close to yours, his bodyweight stretching your legs wide open. When he pushes in he swallows your moans with a filthy kiss, tongue licking deep into your mouth while his hand finds it's rightful place braced around your neck.

"Nasty little thing, huh?" he grunts into your ear, his pride shining through the slurred words. "Moans after her daddy kisses her with the mouth that was just on her asshole."

He pounds into you, hips slapping obscenely while you can feel the heavy breaths of his exertion against your neck. His scalp is damp with sweat, and without thinking you dart your tongue out for a taste of the salty skin.

"Fuck," he groaned into your neck, voice absolutely wrecked as he realizes how gone you are. What started as a quick taste turns into you licking him like a dog, the flavor dripping off his skin as addicting as the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Your brain felt too fuzzy to find a response, so you settled for winding your hands tighter in his hair while you let out a needy little whine.

"I know, baby. Feelin' like you can cum okay?" he cooed, slipping his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. "Know it's hard sometimes."

You nodded into his neck, the heat pooling in your belly keeping your words just out of reach. The high made your whole body feel like it was floating, and every stretch and discomfort only made the experience better.

I 100%%% think Abbot is a cuck, or at least WOULD cuck his girl, whether it be with Robbie or with Langdon, I DONT CARE, maybe both separately

UGHH I cannottttt stop thinking about Abbot stroking one out while Langdon goes to townnnn on his girlfriend, oral (either receiving) and he’s gone, dirty talking from the side lines, the pang of jealousy you see when you lock eyes with him that you just know will be taken out on you after Langdon leaves, FUCKKKKK

Cuck!Abbot deserves to be canon

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Yesss because he just wants his baby to get everything she could ever want!! He's so attentive that he'd absolutely notice when you find someone else attractive. He knows that he takes good enough care of you that you would never act on it or even consider it, but all the same he can't help the voice in the back of his head telling him that if he can help you out, he probably should. It's his goal to anticipate and fulfill every desire you have, and he often realizes them before you do. I'm gonna go the Frank route on this because I think Robby is probably already involved in the relationship in some way, but Frank is like the shiny new toy. He has the softness and caregiver tendencies of jack but the same selfishness that robby has.

In comparison to Jack, frank looks downright mean the way he's kicking his cock up into your mouth. But, because he likes to have it all, he's fucking up into your mouth from the bottom while he seals his mouth around your cunt. You're moaning and writhing, trying to catch jack's eye while you suck on his cock.

"You like suckin' on frankie, don't you, baby?"

You nodded, humming along the shaft until frank gagged you with a jolt of his hips.

"Sorry, princess," he mumbled into your cunt, his hot breath making a shiver dance up your spine. His hand kneaded the flesh of your ass, the firm pressure reminding you that jack is still in the room. Your eyes flew open again, locking on jack. He was fisting his thick cock, pants bunched around his hips and shirt already discarded. His tip was leaking, big hands smearing it all the way back down to the base while he pumped himself. You felt yourself drooling, making an even bigger mess on frank when you realized how much jack liked watching. It was his idea to invite frank, seeing your lingering glances, the way you tried to hide behind jack while he was around, but you assumed he was doing it mostly for your benefit. Some stupid insecurity that he's too old for you, you need someone younger who can keep up with you, but no. Jack is just a fucking pervert.

18+ mdni yes!! this isn’t rlly going with the jealousy angle, but… frank is such a dirty freak and sometimes when he teases you and eggs you on enough he can get you to let loose and say some nasty stuff too… which you really need to be careful about, because he always uses it against you :/

like you’re riding jack by the pool and frank comes right up behind you and starts groping your tits. leans down to mouth at your ear and neck while jack groans at the feeling of you bouncing on him. “You tell Mr. Abbot what you said to me last night, pretty girl?”

You whine, immediately knowing what he’s referring to, and turn to hide your face in his neck. “Frank.”

Jack eyes you both with amusement, clearly intrigued. “Uh oh, pumpkin. Were you talkin’ about me?” He smirks when you shrink back even further. His hands find your waist to pull you down flush, halting your movements and drawing you close again.

⚠︎ — MDNI. 18+. lots of humping, groping, denial, kissing, spit, heavy petting.

Frank Langdon has a perfect mouth— exfoliated lips, a sparse amount of stubble around his chin, and a he always tastes like mint chewing gum or strawberry flavored candies. It’s safe to say you’ve got a fixation on the way his mouth moves, and the pattern in which he slides his tongue across his lips for some extra hydration. You’re shameless about the way you stare, gaze focused on his mouth even during inappropriate times. Regardless of your bad habits, Frank is usually sweet on you about it, and most of the time, he lets you have what you want.

“C’mere. You’re staring again,” Frank pats his thigh, a signal for you to climb on his lap and take what you’re so desperately craving. He doesn’t need to tell you twice before you’re crawling over to him, sliding yourself onto his thighs and looking at his mouth in even closer proximity. His dry fingers, always raw from excessive handwashing, hook under your chin. The gap between you two is closed in a matter of seconds, and his tongue dances across you bottom lip, teeth nipping and pulling at the soft tissue. Drool accumulates at the corner of your mouth, threatening to spill over. It’s something Frank will lightly tease you about later. ‘You’re such a drooler, baby,’ and ‘my pretty girl, you’re drooling at just the thought, huh?’

Makeout sessions with Frank always turn into humping and groping over clothes. In most cases, you’re a whining mess, pawing at his belt buckle for some more, but he’s always hesitant about finishing the job once it’s started. Your legs spread on either side of him, hands filtered throughout his hair, using the locks as a grip while your hips roll against him. His length grows against his jeans, the hard outline of his dick is evident even through his pants. You can nearly make out what the tip looks like, even clothed.

“Please, Frank,” your eyes shut tightly, rolling your hips forward to get some stimulation from him. All you want is his cock tucked deeply inside you, pounding you until you’re a mess beneath him, fluids leaking everywhere. Drool, arousal, cum, whatever it may be. “Please… please,” your pleads are pathetic in between the kisses, and you know Frank is about to deny you when you feel his smile stretching across your lips, a knowing scoff sounding from the back of his throat.

“Not yet, baby. Gotta stretch you out first, remember? You want my fingers, wanna practice taking two this time?”

“No,” you groan against him, “wanna feel your… you know… wanna feel you inside me.”

“You can’t even say the word ‘dick,’ sweetheart. What makes you think you’re ready? Doctor knows best, right?”