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soldier boy dirty talks so old and icky like i want that man to call me his bitch while fucking me in doggy woof
"Yeah, arch that back," ben rumbled, his huge hand pushing your spine into a devastating curve. "Want your little pup cunny tryin' to look at the sky."
You let him adjust your body for you, trying to ignore the feeling of rawness from the way you were being presented to him. He had you at an angle meant more for depth than pleasure, and without his hand forcing the position you would curl your hips away more with each thrust.
"Can feel you trying to run away like you don't love bein' daddy's little bitch. You love feelin' dad all up in his bitch's puppy guts, huh?
A broken sound escaped into the sheets, but from the way he pressed his hips against yours you could tell that it only spurred him on.
"Whine all you want, pup," he taunted. "Pretty little bitch cunt of yours hasn't given me any reason to stop."
Your legs started going numb from taking him like this, and you hated that he was taking the squelching sound of your cunt as an invitation to keep going. Your hips burned in over-exertion, and he was hitting you deep enough that your body was probably lubricating as a protective measure.
"Goddamn, she's still squeezin' me tight. Young pup cunt of yours hasn't even learned how to gape yet, huh?" He rubbed soothing circles on your back that only pressed you lower. "Don't worry, daddy'll teach her."
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Considering it’s a kinktober prompt, or atleast was last year, woullddddd you ever consider writing omegaverse or am I going to be shunned 😔
With Dean and Sam (the men the myths the legends and the originators of omegaverse)
Also I am so glad I can send asks again, I’ve had so many ideas but I’ve forgotten them all 🤯🔫 give me some time to remember them 🤞🤞
I missed you enough that I will oblige. NORMALLY NOT MY THING so I don't want to see any other a/b/o asks in my inbox but I will do you this solid. Mostly because @/slashedgutz has me thinking about knotting lately. I can't wait to have you back!! Manifesting that you remember each and every one.
Not an ask but a thought of soldier boy with a spoiled reader and stuffing their makeup and brushes in either hole and tries to make them guess what's in there until you CANNOT hold anything idk maybe I am a weirdo lowk
Hunny this is an ask to me because I LOVE this shit.
They'd keep slipping out of your pussy because you're getting so wet so he has to stick a beauty blender in there to soak everything up :(
He'd keep smashing your face in the sheets, rubbing off all your makeup on the white fabric so he can call you his painted little brat.
He'd stuff it in, make you guess, and if you're wrong he leaves it in but if you're right then he'll take it out. He doesn't know shit so he pulls it out and shows it to you, and you make the call if you're right or not. You wouldn't dare cheat because it will just make him move on to your bottles of things he does know the name for and are also significantly larger.
He thinks it's so cute that you have an ass full of brushes that he can't stop petting them, loving how they shift and tap together inside you.
When you're busting at the seams (or out of makeup brushes) he makes you push them out yourself, thinking it's funny how his spoiled little brat is struggling so hard to deal with the all the things you 'needed.'
He makes fun of you as if there's somewhere he'd rather be than buying you shit and making fun of behavior that he enables
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I know that you’re a busy busy woman but you would absolutely kill a plug!ben au
He’s sleazy, he’s accepting photos and videos as payment, and is obviously getting you high off your ass so you can be a pretty little decoration while the rest of his buyers filter through his house
omgoshhhh this is literally so good. yeah drug dealer ben. random but ive been kinda getting into repo! the genetic opera recently so this is reminding me of graverobber and amber sweet tee hee. ok enough dumping
warnings: addiction, drugs & drug usage, fauxcest.
plug!ben who got you hooked in the first place by lacing you a few times. yeah he knows it was shitty but honestly you’re too stupid to realize until your mouth is foaming up and your eyes are rolling back into themselves all on their own. he also knows that if he offers you a discount afterwards you never complain.
whenever you get kicked out of your house, he’s always there for you and you never complain!! he needs money and some ass, and you need your fix. ben makes sure to dutifully watch you every time you stick a needle in your arm or decide that you need a stronger dosage. he can always tell when you’re getting frustrated about it not being strong enough once you start shivering, biting your lip, and fiddling with the rubber band on your arm.
“need more?” he’ll coo, sitting at the edge of his couch. you scratch at your shoulder, meekly nodding. it’s so sweet even though you’re basically losing it over your own addiction. “give dad a kiss first.” ben wipes his palms on his sweatpants and leans into you, smiling cheekily. “pucker up, buttercup.”
you’re so used to it you don’t even comment. you shuffle forward, trembling hands finding the thick muscle of his thighs through his sweatpants. you squeeze and lean into him, breathing through your teeth as you push your lips onto his. his tongue pushes through your lips and hits your teeth leaving you no choice but to open for him. all you can feel is pressure at your jaw as he cups your face and holds you up. your nails dig into him harder and harder as you lose your breath, and soon enough he’s letting you go.
ben pushes you off of him and stands, wiping his mouth with that foxy little grin of his. “i’ll be back, sweets.”
the only reason you let him is because you need it and you trust him. he’s the only plug you’ve been consistent with and that consistency turned into desperation way too quick.
once he gets you high enough, he keeps you as his own little lapdog. lets you lay all over him and rub into him, pushes his fingers through your mouth to give you something to focus on while he does his own thing.
“you’re a good girl, even if you’re stupid.” ben murmurs as he brushes your hair away from your face. your head is right on his chest, arms around his torso half-numb. you nod lazily, rolling his finger in your mouth like a toothpick. “beautiful, too..” one finger twirls a strand of your hair. “can’t believe you’d let yourself go like this. fuck went wrong for you?”
maybe it’s weird, but you like the arrangement. he makes you feel comfortable, makes you feel good in more ways than just giving you drugs. the sex is better than anything you could ask for, he doesn’t even hesitate to eat your pussy like every other guy. he’ll snort a line off of you when you pass out and take a photo just to show it off in that weird grey area of romanticism and taking advantage of you.
most of his customers know you’re his favorite. he doesn’t hide it, but he never says anything outright. if anyone does ask, he’ll smile and give his one liner: “my daughter.”
Dean getting drunk enough to fuck Singer!Reader who he has always viewed as family… she’s practically his lil sister and he knows it’s sooo wrong cause he views Bobby as his dad too. RAHHHHH DRUNK DEAN GIVING INTO TEMPTATION. Bonus points if r has always had a crush on Dean but didn’t think anything would ever come from it
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cw - brother sister fauxcest kinda, mentions of (ring gag, anal), r is called fuckdoll + sweetheart, intox!! (weed + alcohol)
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You'd always had a crush on Dean, because it's Dean, but you tried to hold your tongue. You tried to act normal, tried to act chill, tried to keep your eyes off of his... everywhere. He treats you like a little sister: giving you rides around town, advice about which boys to avoid, showing you the ropes of drinking and pot, and you were so focused on not reading into things that whenever his lips brushed your neck it was an accident, and a hand on your thigh was just a little comfort. It takes a night of getting crossed (like a fuckin' teenage loser, dean mutters about himself) for that hand to creep up. You're sitting by him on the couch, your tongue curled in concentration as you tried to follow his directions.
"Yeah, and you just gotta keep the paper tight around the tip."
His fingers were brushing your shaky ones, and you tried to keep it together long enough to roll a half-decent joint. You were in bobby's basement, each more than a couple beers in when Dean scrubbed his hand down his face and said 'fuck it' before fetching the bag from baby.
"And then just lick the edge."
You shot him a look that said I know, dumbass. You curled the paper in on itself, bringing it to your lips after the flower was fully encased. You licked it, proudly passing it over to dean.
"Attagirl," he said, mussing your hair. "Glad someone listens to me."
He shoved the butt of a pen into the still-open side, packing down the bud. After twisting up the end he placed it in your mouth, tapping your chin with his thumb in a 'there you go' motion.
"Deep breath in for me," he muttered while he lit the end, his eyes locked on where your lips curled around the joint.
You puffed in, inhaling before blowing it back in his face.
"Real cute. You just lost joint-holding privileges."
He plucked it from your mouth, his cheeks inflating while he took his own drag. Compared to yours it seemed to go on forever, his chest rising with each deep inhale and quickly puffing out the smoke. When he was done you could already see the subtle glaze of his eyes, and when he slotted it back between your lips it was much messier than the first time. The pads of his fingers pressed against your lips, lingering there a beat too long.
You wanted to kick yourself with the way your body responded. The drinks only made the heat pool in your cunt quicker, and you had to remind yourself that he's basically your brother. He doesn't want anything. This will not, can, not happen. Ever.
His fingers were still there even after your reminder.
"Gonna smoke it or should I take it back?"
You took an inhale, your chest rising to an uncomfortable fullness while you waited for him to pull it out of your mouth.
You looked at him expectantly, but his fingers stayed glued to your lips. Because your lungs were at their limit you pulled back, looking to the side to exhale the thick cloud of smoke.
"Are you trying to choke me?" You managed, taking a sip of beer before your throat could get too dry.
"No, but I would."
You blinked at him dumbly, for once the liquor not responsible for your confusion.
He closed his eyes like he wished he could take his words back. He took a deep pull of the joint, smoking it like if he finished he could go back in time.
"Dean." You pulled at the edge of his flannel, trying to make your curious face as inviting as possible. "What's up?"
"Just let somethin' you have no business thinkin' about slip." He took two drags in the middle of the sentence, and his tone was too casual to be convincing.
You shifted uncomfortably, not sure how far you should push this. You weren't a child; you knew exactly the circumstances under which people got choked. You'd also heard some of the jokes sam made. Jokes about all the women, jokes about how sometimes their pleasure was found in the secret trunk of the impala instead of the backseat.
"You can tell me," you said softly. "I might not react how you think."
"Sweetheart," he started, and you could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
"Please, Dean." Experimentally you shifted your hand from the edge of his overshirt to press your palm against his chest, and the look in his eyes was nothing less than agony.
"You're like my sister. I-"
"Don't talk yourself out of it." You hoped if you talked quietly enough he would think it was coming from inside his own head. You hadn't tortured yourself with over a decade of feelings just to give up when you see the first glimmer of hope.
"I don't want to, I can't, fuck this up. I just can't. Doesn't matter how much I want to."
Your stomach felt molten with anticipation, and with the rejection came validation.
Your hand crept higher on his chest until your fingertips met the skin at the edge of his shirt collar. "Don't worry about it. You see me like a sister, right?"
"Oh jesus, sweetheart. Not right now I don't"
"Think of everything you and sam have gone through. Even if things end, we'll still have that. We can find our way back here."
His guilt was written all over his face. He hadn't even done anything yet and he felt guilty.
"Just... put your fingers back on my lips again. Harmless."
"If you knew the things I was thinkin' you would be fuckin' sick." His admission was raw and cracked.
"Just touch my lips," you encouraged, trying to ignore how naive you sound. You'd never seen him like this. Ashamed. You'd seen him pissed, and hurt, and passed out but never this.
"I-"
"Dean," you interrupted. "You're just touching me."
"I'm not just touching you. I'm also," he swallowed, and the words that followed seemed like a herculean effort. "I'm also thinkin' about how deep my fingers can fit down that little throat, and," he lowered his voice, looking away, "if my ring gag would fit in your mouth."
"I want you to try." Your words were quiet but sure, but all they did was make him drop his head in his hands and groan.
"You're really not gonna make this easy on me, huh? Won't just drop it and drink enough to forget?"
"No. Dean I really, really, want this."
You didn't care that you were begging, and you hardly realized that you inching closer to him with each word. The only coherent thought you had was finally. Your fingers hooked into the collar of his shirt, and you pulled down on it for his attention like an untrained puppy.
"Please." You felt yourself getting desperate, his averted eyes not soothing the gaping need for attention in your chest. "Dean. Please."
You were on the verge of babbling before his hand gripped your jaw. His eyes roved up your body before they reached your eyes, and where his mouth was tight with hesitation his eyes were a deep well of want.
"Promise you want this?" he asked, his voice sounding pained. "I might not be like other guys you've fooled around with, baby. Can't have you thinkin' this is going to end with 'I love you' missionary. You can still finish this and forget about it," he said, gesturing to the still-smoldering joint he held.
"I want you. Really, really, bad." You felt pathetic the way your voice was catching, and you prayed he didn't decide you were too drunk to think for yourself.
"Can't go back, sweetheart," he tried, seemingly trying to annoy you out of this.
At this point you were practically in his lap, acting needy in a way sober you would be truly ashamed of. "Please. I can't keep imagining what you taste like."
His thumb and middle finger were tight against the soft flesh behind your jaw when he kissed you. Like he promised it wasn't soft, but it was perfect. His teeth were sharp against your lips, and his tongue was licking into your mouth in a way that was filthy enough to make your hips buck. He tasted earthy and like booze, but so did you. When his hand slipped down to hold your throat he groaned, deep and seemingly enamored by the mere action of having his fingers wrapped around your neck. You felt deeply unbalanced, not sure how to react or how to feel now that you finally have exactly what you want.
He guided you down to lay on the couch, the thick heat of his body pressing against you with every shift. His hand stayed firm against your throat, and it kept reminding you how huge he is. His fingers felt like they were only a few inches away from touching in the back.
"Is it everything you imagined?" he murmured, his mouth trailing along your jaw and hairline.
"Yes," you gasped, the word breathy from the way it spilled out on an inhale; you needed him to know before he could change his mind.
"Did you touch yourself while you thought about me? Thought about your big brother?"
You bobbed your head as much as you could in his grasp, and a high whine left you when you felt his cock brush your thigh.
"Can I have it?" Even to you your voice sounded dazed, and your stilted question did nothing to help your credibility.
"What do you want, sweetheart?"
"I really want your cock," you choked out, doing your best to fight off the fog of the weed and booze still in your system. You wanted to remember everything.
"Yeah? How do you want it." His voice right in your ear felt like it was connected to your brain stem the way it warmed your body.
"I don't care. Just, please."
"So you wouldn't care if I fucked that tight ass tonight? Or if I shoved it down your throat hard enough to bruise? Little sis just needs some cock?"
"I don't care," you repeated, your words delirious. Just his hand on your throat was enough to take you out, but his hot breath whispering dirty things in your ear was making you positively stupid.
"Fuck." Dean's voice sounded wrecked, and you felt him rest his forehead on your collarbone. "Can't believe I held off on you as long as I did. Watching you smoke and clean my guns while you acted like you didn't want to be my little fuckdoll was torture."
"I want to be your little fuckdoll," you breathed, pleased he had found a word for how you feel.
"Fuckdolls don't beg." He slid down your body until he was eye level with your tits, and he closed his mouth around your clothed nipple. Even through the layers you could feel the heat, and you bucked when he gentle bit down.
You felt yourself grow impossibly wetter, your cunt now aching with neglect. You tried your best to hold your tongue, the mantra 'fuckdolls don't beg' playing in your mind like a broken record.
"You're real cute. Just want to be told what to do, huh?"
"Yes." The acceptance rang through your whole body, and it helped you find a certain kind of peace. I'm Dean's fuckdoll, and Dean will tell me what to do.
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Jack keeps you wrapped in cotton, even while he’s buried to the hilt.
One broad palm stays splayed between your shoulder blades, a promise that he has you, always has you, while the other wanders, taming fly-aways behind your ear, thumb sweeping the tears that shimmer there before they can cool.
“Easy, angel,” he murmurs, voice steeped in amber nectar. “I know she’s full. Just breathe for me.”
You do your best, but every lungful drags you further down his length, your body desperate for the heavy fill it’s already trembling to accommodate. A needy whimper slips out, fists knotting the sheets, and he soothes you with a gentle kiss against your smile line.
“That’s it,” he praises, hips rocking in a rich, molasses-slow circle that lets you savor every thick inch. “Such a good girl, taking it all — see how beautifully you fit me?”
Tiny wildfires flower through you everywhere at once, heating your cheeks, spilling down your throat, settling low in your belly where desire winds itself tight and shining.
Embarrassment flickers its wings right alongside it, because he’s cooing at you the same way he coaxes patients through vaccinations: gentle, forbearing, inexorable.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, like there exists a universe where you would ask him to stop.
His hand glides the length of your back, fingers pausing in the dip where your spine meets sacrum.
Too much is exactly how you’d describe the feeling of his cock dragging across that spot that makes your vision strobe starbusting colors, but the tenderness in his voice knots something unsteady in your body.
You manage a breathy, “please, don’t stop.”
A contented rumble answers you, and he plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead, right where he’d lay cool fingers to check your temperature.
He resumes that same rhythm. Slow drive in, lingering grind, languid pull out that leaves you aching for the return. The headboard knocks a soft counterpoint, each tap punctuated by his gentle commentary.
“Doing so well,” he croons when your elbows buckle, gathering you up with one flush tug to his chest. “Hold on to me, there you go, honey.”
Jack angles your leg higher, opening you wider for him, and the change steals air from your lungs in one shattered sound.
“Shh,” he hushes, half-smile curving, proud and adoring all at once. “I know. Feels big, doesn’t it? Let me make it better.”
His fingers dip to your clit, and your gasp dissolves into his name. “Jack — s’good.”
The room narrows to the glide of his thumb and the steady ballast of his body.
He kisses the salt at your hairline, murmuring, “Same here, baby. My perfect girl. Let me handle the rest, yeah?”
MARIA NOTE if being babied this hard during sex is wrong, i refuse to be right <3
boyfriend jack abbot lying next to you in bed, a hand behind your knee, holding your leg to your chest so he can watch your cunt struggle to take the big toy he’s pressing inside of you.
your nails dig into the back of his neck as you let out a pitiful little whine and then a sharp gasp as he suddenly pulls the entire thing out in one go, a slick popping noise as your hole reluctantly releases its tight grip.
he spits on the thick head and starts to slide it back inside.
‘ah! too big, too big,’ you protest, panting, your head thrown back against the pillow beneath you.
‘aw,’ jack coos, ‘but look how much she wants it, baby.’
he grinds the toy deep, palm butting up against the base until the head kisses your cervix. you choke on your own spit, going a little cross-eyed at the pleasure-pain. jack pulls it out slow, about halfway, shaft dragging before abruptly pushing it back in, pussy wet enough to hear the slide.
‘this greedy cunt always needs something inside her, isn’t that right?’ he says.
you whimper and moan as jack speeds up his hand. the ‘shlick shlick shlick’ sounds of your pussy getting stuffed filling up the space between you.
‘i—oh,’ you say, catching jack’s eyes as your breathing grows ragged.
he’s watching you with such intensity and desire, like he wants to eat you, swallow you right up. it makes you a little dizzy.
‘your pussy feel good, princess? nice and full of cock?’
‘mmn—,’ you moan, teeth biting into your bottom lip. you give him a small nod.
‘yeah, ‘course she does,’ jack says, ‘daddy always knows what his girls need.’
he leans down and breathes you in, holding you close, his forearm flexing as he pumps your cunt full of the silicone toy.
‘and what they need right now is a good little fucking before bedtime. so they can be all relaxed and have sweet dreams while daddy goes off to work.’
the next time the toy’s pressed deep, he rubs his thumb against your swollen clit. you moan, squeezing tight around the toy, pleasure shooting electric.
‘mm, there we go,’ jack murmurs, circling your clit as you spasm, ‘can’t forget about her too, now can we, princess?’
he doesn’t stay there for long, abandoning your clit to start sliding the toy in and out again, ignoring the way you grasp at the short curls on the back of his neck.
‘oh, fuck, wait, please,’ you say, your voice high and breathy, needing his attention back there, more than desperate for it.
‘shh,’ jack says, ‘just relax and take what daddy gives you. be a good little hole for me.’
he’s fucking you hard with the toy now, your stomach tensing each time it slides home, your leg shaking where jack has it pressed up against your chest.
‘but—,’ you try and say, but jack just shakes his head, giving you a knowing look that has your mouth snapping shut.
‘no more talking, baby. holes don’t talk, okay? holes get used.’
the sound you let out is so pathetic it mortifies you, heat spreading from the center of your forehead out, down, past your cheeks and your neck, into your chest. suffusing until you feel like you might actually start glowing from the warmth.
jack presses a kiss to your forehead, humming.
together, the two of you watch as the toy in his hand splits you open again, head catching against your opening before your pussy sucks it deep inside, back where it belongs.
relaxing in his hold, all control released, you let your boyfriend pump you full of fake cock for as long as he wants, until he decides you’ve had enough, your eyes wet with desperate tears and your lips gone swollen from your gnawing teeth.
‘does my little girl want to come?’ jack finally asks, his voice sweet and coddling.
you nod frantically, looking up at him, pleading with your whole face.
‘she can come,’ jack says, pressing the toy deep, a featherlight touch of his thumb on your clit.
but it’s all you need, sitting on the edge as you have been, and you shake apart, mouth dropped open to whisper a repeated, ‘thank you, thank you, thank you’ to jack, eyes locked onto his own, his pupils blown wide, devouring you.
he kisses you when you’re done, wet and filthy, full of tongue like he’s trying to taste how grateful you are.
‘good girl,’ he praises you, sucking on your bottom lip.
he slides the toy out careful and slow, letting your knee lower down to the bed.
you let out a quiet whimper when you’re left empty, feeling sensitive and open. bereft, your pussy clenching down around nothing. but jack doesn’t leave you empty any longer than he has to, slipping three thick fingers inside, curling them up against your pubic bone.
‘shh, don’t worry, baby. daddy’s got you,’ jack says, nuzzling his nose against yours. ‘daddy’s always got you.’
he stays like that, fingers pressed deep, plugging you full, until you fall asleep, sated, in your shared bed.
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MAINTENANCE
Frequency - 5
Amount - 2
How hard -3
Every fucking day. You can't remember the last time he let you go a day without giving you a little reminder to stay good. He likes to squash any brat behavior before it gets a chance to fester, and how you react to them gives him all the information he needs. If you pop up right after with a 'thank you, daddy,' all polite and sweet he knows you're in the clear, but if you start huffing, whining, then he's on high-alert, doing his absolute best to correct your behavior before it turns into a problem and remembering this for tomorrow's. They're only hard enough to sting, but he gets mean with it by deciding when he's going to dole them out. If you wake up a little sleepy and grumpy, he's giving them to you before he leaves for work to ensure your day starts off on the right foot. If he thinks you're starting to act like a brat then he'll wait until you're asleep. He wakes you up all gentle and you think you're getting a treat, but in reality he's dragging you over his lap and making your fuzzy brain count out the five that he gives you like clockwork.
PUNISHMENT
Frequency - 2
Amount - 5
How hard - 5
Snuck an extra iced coffee? Scrolled while he was at work? Sam can't let that slide. He's disappointed, he's upset, and he's most definitely spanking the living daylights out of you. He treats you so well that most of the time you only get a little pissy, (easily correctable), but these come out when to punish him you don't take care of yourself. He hates it when you disobey him. Not because he's controlling, but because every 'rule' he has is directly tied to you taking care of yourself. These are his hardest and meanest spanks, and he only feels like he's gotten his point across when you have a handprint on your ass and wet cheeks. He's not even sorry, telling you that 'if you want to act like a brat I can damn well treat you like one.' By the end your pussy normally matches your face, something he may or may not fix for you. He has to teach you that neglecting yourself is not a good way to get his attention.
KEEP YOU IN LINE
Frequency -3
Amount - 2
How hard - 4
Have you misbehaved? Not exactly, but he thinks it's getting there. You're rolling your eyes, huffing at him, just overall not being the sweet little thing he knows you to be. If he gives you a few nice and hard ones and your little pussy starts dripping, then he knows there's an easy fix for your attitude: the magic wand. It seldom gets used because Sam is so capable, but sometimes the sheer volume that you need is even pushing his limits. He props you against the headboard so you can watch, and to get you ready he holds the head of the wand tightly with his ring finger, pinkie, and thumb, gently sinking his now-buzzing index and middle fingers into your leaky cunt. 'Yeah, look at that smile. Just a little needy, huh? Next time use your big girl words and ask for some of daddy's attention.'
PUT YOU TO BED
Frequency - 4
Amount - 4
How hard - 2
Sam knows that his little girl can get a little hyper, but thankfully he has a solution even better than warm milk; some time spent over his knee. These aren't hard, not meant to be mean, just meant to get some of your extra energy out. A way for you to start out writhing and giggly and end dropped out enough to be ready for bed. Some nights it takes more than others, but he knows that this will eventually help you calm down. 'Yeah, that's it princess. Know you're close to tuckered out.'
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help i cant stop thinking abt Ben with a fucking. Gen Z stoner gf lmao. he’s absolutely Shocked she can keep up with him in smoke sessions. i need him choking on a dab pen getting pissed when you make fun of him for it and fucking u real good to remind you of your place
This is speaking my language!! Would absolutely kill to watch him sputter over a puffco and get shocked at how effective it is. The second he comes down from being stoned out of his mind you best believe that your face is getting pressed into the mattress to remind you who's really in charge here; a little coughing isn't going to change anything.
Also I feel like when ben gets high he gets fucking horny, and he'll fuck you hard and deep until whatever he was smoking on starts to wear off. He's not thinking about a pattern or pleasure he just gets stuck in a spiral of fucking you the same way until he remembers that he can do something else.
i was watching a porn video last night and it fit ben soooo perfectly and i immediately thought of how you’d write it to be ten times better kahdkwhdjw
basically the stepdad of reader is just so fed up with her misbehaving when her mom’s not around cause reader can’t stand him, so of course he needs to teach her a lesson and takes her to see ben, an old friend that specialises in teaching mean girls lessons… 😫😫
he fucks her sooo nice and fills her sooo good that she can’t help but listen and do what she’s told by the end of it. but as soon as they leave ben’s house she’ll misbehave again just so she can see him again… yummy, needed to share with daddy soldier boy enthusiasts
LOVE THIS (also don't be shy you can drop the link) the thought of getting taken to see ben for your good girl lessons is actually crazy. Just need to decide who the stepdad is though...
Highkey surprised that the mean girl lessons are praise-based I definitely would've expected a belt to be involved! But I guess positive reinforcement supposedly works better...
Just imagining him fucking you until you're trembling and gasping with pleasure and feel like you're going to combust... feeling so good that you can't even fathom why you would be a brat until ben's gone :(. When his cock isn't stretching you out all nice it's hard to remember everything he taught you in those lessons. Maybe you need a refresher? And then you're being a fucking brat until you get brought back to see ben, and he's all 'sweetie, don't you remember what I taught you? I know that brain is all tiny and stupid but you need to be a big girl.'
And then he's fucking into you all over again, making every brattish thought just immediately scatter, and this time he realizes that you're not a true brat, you just need a little dick :(. You're all pent up and needy, and it's making you lash out. A weekly session and an at-home set-up oughta do the trick.
I don't know if you got this ask before and I am a little shy to send it but what do you think about soldier boy fucking his girl before gynecologist appointment so the male doctor can smell his dick or whatever..
This might be an original thought! But I totally fuck with it I'm glad you were brave
I think he would probably prefer to give you all of your gynecological exams himself, but if you must go to a doctor for 'health reasons' he has a few house rules (aside from the obvious 'be freshly fucked and smell like dadcock). Part of me thinks that he's the type to sit in your doctors appointment like you're a kid, not wanting to leave you alone with the big scary doctor. He's just sitting in the chair, watching you intently while you get a papsmear as if this is something totally normal. Why wouldn't an adult woman's supe boyfriend attend her doctor visits? He just wants to make sure she's getting the care she needs. If he's not allowed in, some bullshit 'privacy' reasons, he's definitely leaving a little note in sharpie written on you in addition to his 'gift.' He's writing 'daddy's cunny' in sharpie with an arrow pointing to your pussy that is freshly fucked. Might even leave a little bit of cum on your tits and put a note to go with that, too. Whatever he's writing it's possessive and foul enough that the doctor wouldn't dare bring it up.
Ben would fuck his girl naked and raw in front of anyone but shes a little to shy for all that but she will agree to dry hump him in front of other people to completion if “daddy/dad” promises to reward her later
Ben fucking his girl 'naked and raw in front of anyone' is really doing something to me. The man gives no fucks and wants to remind everyone that they can look but they can't fucking touch. Ben doesn't care of you're shy, and cares even less what he has to do to get you needy enough to submit to him with an audience. Murmur sweet nothings in your ear, press a thumbnail against the seam of your pants, or promise to treat you exactly how you need later if you'll put on a little show somewhere less than private. He'll start dragging your heat against his growing bulge, asking you if you're going to be a good little girl for your daddy and cream all over his pants. He puts you in a good rhythm, one he knows will work, by grinding your hips down on his, and when he knows that you're too far gone to get self-conscious he'll let his hands roam. Your lower back, your breasts, your thighs, anywhere he can grab that shows off to anyone watching how fucking perfect you are, and how he has you desperate enough to hump him through your clothes with an audience.
hello!! this is my first time submitting one of these i’m kinda #nervous so bare with me lol
i think we all know that ben doesn’t particularly like it when his girl uses sex toys without him, but what if he walks in on her using a dildo and isn’t happy bc he can do so much better than a few inches of silicone, so decides that if she thinks she needs one when he’s literally right there, she can take both at the same time and decide for herself whether she needs a dildo or not
so basically dp with soldier boy but the only way it’s gonna happen is if it’s with a toy bc ben is wayyy to jealous and possessive to let anyone else even think about his girl like that
Wait yes. Making you take him and a dildo at the same time to decide if you need one is SO ben. Like obviously you're going to say no, but then he's all 'well you were using it for a reason.' And I can imagine him saying 'horned up like a rhino but too nervous to ask dad for some help?" There is absolutely nothing you can say to get out of this situation except let him ruin you to the point that it is pretty fucking obvious that you no longer need the dildo. And if it's all about 'teaching you a lesson,' there's no way he's giving you the easy way out.
'If you like silicone in your cunt so much I can be a gentleman and take the back,' he'd tell you, just renforcing the fact that you did this to yourself.
By the time he's close to finishing, the toy absolutely drenched in your slick and ben's cock pounding in a good gape, that's when he'll ask if you still need your toy.
"Need another plastic cock, doll? If I haven't fucked the greedy whore outta ya I can always squeeze one more inside your loose ass or wet little mouth."
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this is so random bear with me but i was listening to hotline bling by drake😂😂😂and the lyrics had me thinking about wow you’ll never guess but soldier boy..
i like to think that he’s probably the type of ex to send threatening messages even when you’re broken up if he sees that you’re too happy😭 so he probably makes due on a threat and breaks into your house because he’s fucking crazy
lowkey light ask but u always deliver anyway🫰
Random, but you're so right! This did make me look up hotline bling lyrics btw (yes I'm 21, yes I'm unc, we exist.)
This ~verse~ really stood out to me:
These days, all I do is
Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards for someone else
Wonder if you're rolling up a Backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else
You don't need no one else
You don't need nobody else, no
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
The thought of his girl rolling for another man is enough to make ben crash the fuck out, and that compounding with the fact that someone else might be giving it to you up the ass? Oh HELL no. He's calling your ass on your goddamn cell phone to see what you're up to. But also... who isn't bootycalling ben after you break up? Like genuinely. The sex was never the issue. If he showed up at your door he is not leaving until he's gotten his dick wet because he knows that's what's best for both of you. BUT back to the rolling for another man thought! In ben's mind that's grounds for actual homicide - he taught you that so you could roll for him. Never mind the face that whatever fuckhead you're rolling for doesn't even have enough weed for you to be able to do it right (yes I'm heated about this because this is a real thing. Going from a man who's a dealer to someone who has to pay for their shit is traumatizing). He's just sitting in his apartment getting coked up thinking about you rolling for another man with a sore asshole and boy is he heated about it. It doesn't matter if it's actually true (it probably is) but it's enough to make him bust down your door instead of knocking. Those two things about you are so deeply his, and giving them up like that would actually probably emotionally wound him because he's a fucking freak like that.
