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Bonsoir, bébés! Espero que estejam bem. Compartilho com vocês materiais inspirados na minha série de conforto. Caso façam uso, peço que deem os devidos créditos a @caesarvort. Reforço que NÃO autorizo a utilização parcial do meu material em contextos diferentes. Tenho percebido essa prática com frequência, mesmo após inúmeros avisos, e reitero que não aceitarei que se repita. As únicas modificações permitidas são ajustes de espaçamento e a inclusão ou remoção de emojis. Desejo a todos uma excelente noite!
i didn’t know what “i’m your huckleberry” even meant so when cas says “i’m the man you’re looking for” in the latam sub it had me totally shook. no wonder dean got so flustered and bashful and told cas how glad he was to have him back. like oh cas, you don’t even know the half of it. you are quite literally the man dean is looking for.
You were Butcher's daughter, young unlike everyone around you. You spent time with your father and the boys, helping them with different things wherever you were needed. So they sent you on errands, and you obeyed.
Until they freed Soldier Boy and brought him over to where you were. And damn, he was a complete idiot. If you could, you'd punch him in the face. But he had a pretty face, he was so handsome you could feel your panties getting wet just looking at him.
They put him up in a nearby motel; nobody wanted to watch him, so they assigned you the task. That day, Butcher dropped you off in front of the motel and gave you the room number where Soldier Boy was staying.
"Dad, I don't want to do it, just look at him, he's an idiot," you told Butcher while glaring at him
. "It'll only be today, honey, it's not like I'm going to kill you," he said with a laugh as you got out of the car.
You sighed at that and walked towards the room where he was supposed to be, knocked twice on the door, stood there with a bag in your hand that your father had given you; it was probably whiskey and junk food for the idiot behind that door.
You heard footsteps behind the door until it opened, and there he was, Soldier Boy. He looked you up and down, analyzing you as if you were a threat. "What do you want? What were you sent here to do?" he asked with a growl.
"Butcher told me to keep an eye on you so you wouldn't cause any trouble," you sighed, looking into the motel room, which smelled strongly of weed.
"They sent you to keep an eye on her? A girl who can barely take care of herself?" He mocked, with that cynical smile you hated so much but that made your legs tremble.
"First of all, I can take care of myself," you said, looking into his eyes, "and second, I'll keep an eye on you so you don't cause any trouble, and if you do, I'll tell my father." You let out a laugh as you leaned against the door frame.
He just glared at you, letting out a growl before stepping aside to let you in. "If you do anything stupid, I swear I'll kill you," he said, raising his voice as his eyes scanned your face.
"I don't want to die young," you blurted out as you looked into his eyes again and entered the room, placing the bag on a small table and glancing around.
"It's a disaster," you muttered, turning to face him. He simply closed the door and walked over to you.
"You'd better not give me any trouble," he warned you, his eyes scanning your face before finally dropping to your legs.
You noticed his gaze, and for a second you swore your legs trembled at it.
A few hours passed, it was late, the sun was setting, and Soldier Boy was drinking whiskey while his eyes never left you. You felt his gaze on you every time you did something; you just tried to look away because he managed to make you nervous.
"I have to be honest, you're too pretty to be the daughter of that idiot Butcher," he laughed as he stared at you, not taking his eyes off you for a second.
"I got it from my mother," you let out a giggle that made Soldier Boy smile more than just a smile, until he got up and walked towards where you were sitting.
You raised your head to look at him as he walked towards you
"When will they come for you?" he asked, sounding a little hoarse, standing right in front of you, blocking your view of the television.
"I don't know..." you murmured softly. "Maybe tomorrow," you said confidently. "Why?" you asked, looking at him confused.
"Curiosity," he grunted, his leg brushing against yours, which made you shudder.
"Why are you getting nervous and scared? I'm not going to bite you," he said with a cynical laugh, moving closer to you. His hand reached for yours and gently lifted you up.
"I-I'm not nervous," you said, sounding shaky. Shit, you felt like the floor was giving way beneath your feet; his hand was cold when it touched you.
"I think you are nervous, and why is that?" he murmured as he held you standing in front of him, his hand moving up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, his finger tracing the line of your jaw, making you lift your head to meet his eyes
"Soldier... please," you let out a trembling sigh, swearing for a second how you felt your panties soaking with just his touch and his eyes upon you.
"Please, what? Tell me what you want to tell me... don't be shy," he whispered as his face moved closer to yours, leaning in, his hot breath whipping your face the closer he got.
"Just please..." you whispered softly, looking into his eyes.
He smiled before pressing his lips to yours and kissing you aggressively, hungrily and with desire, accidentally biting your lower lip.
which made you gasp, your hands rested on his chest, feeling his heart beating a thousand miles an hour, his pecs so well defined, which made you gasp again.
His hands moved down to the waistband of your jeans, touching your skin beneath the fabric; his fingers unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper to remove them.
"You're so small... so fragile I could break you if I wanted," he said, pulling away from the bass to put his hands on your butt and give it a squeeze and a slap, which made you gasp again.
His hand went down towards your already soaked panties
"Look at you... you're already soaked and I haven't even touched you properly," I whispered against your ear.
He sat on the bed to pull you towards his lap, you were leaning against his thigh, your needy femininity brushing against him.
You let out a moan and started rubbing against his thigh; you wanted to feel him.
He simply moved his hands up to your hips to help you move and rub you more against him
You let out moans, feeling the heat rise throughout your body, pleasure enveloped you, and of course, you had never had sex with anyone, you were still a virgin, and this sensation enveloped you.
"That's right, I want to feel you running for me, do it..." he growled, his fingers digging into your hip, which you were sure were leaving marks.
You felt another wave of pleasure wash over you, the climax approaching.
You let out another high-pitched moan before you came on his thigh.
"I want to fuck you properly, princess," I say, lifting you up and placing you on the bed beneath me.
"W-wait..." you murmured nervously, "it's just... I'm still a virgin." You blushed as you said that, embarrassed.
He just looked at you while his hands stopped on his pants
"You want this? You want me to be your first time?" He asked softly, making you feel safe with him. You didn't even think; your words came out unconsciously.
"Yes, yes, I want to..." you whispered.
That was the last straw. Soldier Boy's hands went to his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, revealing a penis with a large erection, its tip already dripping semen. He gasped as he released it.
"I'll have a little virgin all to myself..." she whispered
You looked at it in surprise; it was big, and it would surely hurt a lot. You also let out another gasp just at the sight of it.
His hands moved to his already erect penis, caressing it before he lay on top of you. He gave you another kiss on the lips before his hands moved down and removed your already wet panties. He ran his fingers between your folds, caressing your clitoris.
Your legs trembled at that, letting out another needy moan.
He smiled and looked at you.
"Look at you, you're a mess, a well-made mess, who wants to be fucked hard," he growled. He inserted a finger inside you, moving it around.
You let out loud moans, clutching the sheets, your eyes darting to his face, which wore a damned smile. He inserted another finger, moving them like scissors. The obscene sound filled the room as his fingers continued their work.
"Come again for me, baby, do it for daddy," he said as his eyes looked at you. You were blushing, sweating, and moaning. For him, it was like adding fuel to the fire. He started masturbating your already overstimulated clitoris.
You moaned, trembling as you uttered his name, you came on his fingers again and he laughed
"Damn, I want to be inside you already," he said, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking your fluids from them. He slapped your pussy, making you gasp and your legs tremble.
He looked at you and then moved up to position his member against your entrance; you watched him, your eyes fixed on him.
"Ben... please," you moaned, begging for him. You wanted him to fuck you so hard it hurt, you wanted him to break you if that was the case. Your dirty thoughts flooded your mind.
He heard your name on your lips
and pulled you from your thoughts by kissing your lips again, claiming your lips with possession and desire, and then he thrust into you.
It burned, it hurt so much that you moaned against his lips. He stayed still so you could get used to his member. After a few seconds of seeing you gasp, he started to move inside you.
You kept moaning desperately, tears streamed from your eyes with pleasure, your nails digging into his back, which would probably leave marks.
"You feel so tight, so delicious, doll," he moaned, his lips kissing your collarbone against your still-on shirt. He moved his hands, still moving inside you, up your shirt, to pull it over your head and kiss your collarbone and neck, nibbling and sucking, until he left marks.
"Ahh, please, louder," you begged, the words barely escaping your lips, so overwhelmed with pleasure that you felt like you were on top of the world, you could barely remember how to form words
He heard your request and thrust harder, hitting your G-spot, which made you tremble. Underneath him, you were both reaching climax.
"Damn, damn, little princess," he panted against your ear as he moved his hand to your clitoris, masturbating you to bring you to climax sooner.
You looked into his eyes, without looking away, trying not to close them. "Yes... like that," you moaned.
He let out another moan before coming against you, inside you, filling your little cunt with his semen. You came too, after him. Your legs were shaking; you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.
"I wish you'd come every day so I could fuck you so hard, and I'd do it in more positions," he whispered, collapsing beside you and laughing, his breath ragged.
"If your father finds out..." I murmured, pausing, "he'll kill me." I turned my head to look at you.
You were still trembling and letting out soft gasps, then you looked at him
"He won't find out..." Your breath was ragged...
"Let's hope so..." she whispered, and her hand rose to brush a strand of hair away from your face
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