Grass

Ben exhaled a thick cloud of marijuana smoke, his green eyes watching your movements with a lazy, predatory hunger. His legs were spread wide, his thick, powerful thighs framing the space he wanted you to be. "That's it, sweetheart. Come here and be a good girl for Ben" he growled, his voice hoarse from years of cigarettes and whiskey. When you obediently settled into his lap, he chuckled harshly and leaned in to whisper dirty promises in your ear about exactly how he planned to fuck you later.

His fingers hooked into the hem of your shorts, teasing the skin beneath, before he pulled away abruptly. "Actually, screw it..I need a different kind of fun" he growled, pushing you down until you were kneeling between his thighs like the submissive slut he knew you could be. "Try harder, baby."

One hand remained wrapped around the joint, the ember glowing brightly as he took another drag, while the other fisted roughly in your hair. He squeezed even harder, throwing your head back to expose your throat before thrusting his thick cock between your lips. "That's it, swallow it," he commanded, his voice thick with vulgar satisfaction. As you gagged, tears welling in your eyes from his depths, he simply watched with a sadistic grin, smoke curling around your faces as he deliberately teased you, giving you no relief, reveling in the sight.

"Fuck, you're just a natural-born slut for sucking my dick, aren't you?" " he growled, his words muffled by the smoke as he leaned back, letting out a satisfied groan. He watched with undisguised arrogance as your eyes filled with tears, your throat tightening around his cock as he took another slow drag of the joint. He loved this feeling of power, the way he could make a beautiful girl like you squirm and resist simply because he wanted to.

"Don't you dare stop, baby. Keep going until I tell you otherwise," he ordered, tightening his grip on your hair to emphasize his command. He wasn't thinking about tenderness or aftercare right now; he was thinking about how good it felt to dominate something so soft and young. The combination of marijuana smoke and the unbridled need for control made his blood boil.

"Yeah, that's it. Swallow every damn inch," he muttered, his hips jerking up involuntarily as you struggled to keep up with his pace. With his free hand, he reached down, roughly brushing his thumb across your cheekbone where a tear had rolled. He brushed it away with the pad of his finger. "Look at you. So damn obedient. I wonder what else you'd do if I really pissed you off."

You choked on his cock, whimpering and moaning. Ben clicked his tongue sharply in disapproval as you instinctively tried to pull away from the thickness of his cock filling your throat. "What the hell was that?" he barked, his voice dropping to a dangerous, raspy register. Before you could catch your breath, his palm struck your cheek sharply, but not painfully. A mere slap. "I never told you to pull away, princess."

The burning sensation seared your skin, but the fear of disappointing him was stronger. His grip on your hair tightened painfully, pressing your face against his groin, making retreat impossible. "You'll take every damn inch of this, and you'll love it, do you hear me?" he growled, exhaling another cloud of smoke that stung your watering eyes. "Don't you dare make me ask twice. You're here to please me, not whine."

He leaned forward, his free hand pinning your head to him with relentless force, causing you to gag violently as his cock sank deep into your throat again. "That's it. Now be a good little slut and finish what you started," he muttered, a cruel, satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he watched you struggle to submit. "Fuck, you're so pathetic when you cry like that. It's so fucking arousing."

After a few more desperate, crushing thrusts that pushed you over the edge, Ben let out a guttural, triumphant groan. His hips jerked hard against your face as he shot thick, hot cum deep into your throat. "Fuck, yes... take it all, baby," he rasped, his voice shaking with intensity. When he finally pulled away, leaving you gasping and wiping drool from your chin, his expression softened from the brutal dominance to something almost resembling tenderness that only a man like him could muster.

"Swallow every damn drop, y/n. Don't let a single bit go to waste," he ordered, though the harshness in his voice was less pronounced than before. When you complied, licking your lips, he leaned down and caught you under the arms, lifting your trembling body onto his lap. His muscular arms wrapped around your frame, holding you close to his chest until the adrenaline began to fade, replaced by the haze of marijuana.

can u pretty please with a cherry on top write smth literally anything about like lowk pedo dean. like not really just a barely legal girl and he's such a weirdo ugh i love him. also need to suck him off ugh...

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„Oh come on you wanted this didn’t you?“ Ben groans in your ear when he sees the tears slip down your cheeks. The wall of the alleyway he’s got you pressed up against is cold and slightly damp from the rain a few hours ago. „You don’t get to walk around like a whore and then cry when someone treats you like one.“ his words are followed by the sound of him unbuckling his belt.

„Please please don’t do this-“ you cry out again but instead of understanding you’re met with a hand over your mouth to quiet you down. You feel him rip down your pants in one harsh motion next and then his finger right between your legs. „Oh shit, you’re into this.“ he says and for a moment you ask yourself where the hell he got that from. But then you feel it, the wetness pooling between your legs and your own body betraying you.

And he was right, in some fucked up way you loved the attention you were getting but you also were too proud to admit it. Finally you feel him push into you. He’s big, like really fucking big. The stretch burns at first, sharp and going through your whole body.

„See I know what she likes.“ he says in this low and kinda grossly affectionate way. His hand finds your hip when he’s finally fully buried inside of you, the stretch is sharp and now kinda dull but so so good. You hate whatever is working against the logical part of your brain because something definitely is. How could you even enjoy this? But shit you do.

You feel his balls slap against your clit when he starts moving. He’s literally massive in a way that makes you worry if he won’t actually fucking split you in half. „God baby you look so pretty on my cock.“ he says it in a way that makes it almost sound like a compliment but you know better than that.

His hand finds your throat and gives it a tight squeeze, cutting your air and blood of for a bit too long. You start to get dizzy and feel your body almost giving in but just then he loses his grip just a tad. „Don’t want a passing out on me huh. Gonna make you watch how I put a fucking baby in you.“ his words, or maybe the lack of air, make your tear up again.

„Shh you know there’s nothing you can do so just enjoy it.“ Ben makes the words almost sound calming in some way but it really isn’t helping much.

You feel him almost up in your stomach but the feeling gives you whatever you need because soon you start to feel that feeling pool in door lower belly. You’re actually about to come from this, what the hell is your problem. But god he does feel pretty good inside of you.

Ben notices you clenching around him harder each time and it makes him pick up his pace, his hand closes around your throat again and just as your about to pass out the lack of oxygen sends you over the edge. You let out a few high pitched moans before his hand comes from your throat up to hold your mouth shut, he really doesn’t need anyone hearing your pathetic sounds. He’s the only one who should get to hear them.

It doesn’t take long for his to follow suit, he pushes impossible deep and paints your warm walls white of thick ropes of his cum. He stays inside of your for a second before pulling out slowly, taking a quick look at his work before zipping up.

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Bends you over for teasing him by wearing his favorite skirt he loves seeing on you without panties.

He's so big he has your pussy gaping after he cums inside you

Fucking his cum back into you!

Wants you to be a big girl and fuck yourself back onto him

In the impala on the way home from date night

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Spanking your pussy when you've been bad

Giving him head in the impala as he drives while Sammy Sleeps in the back

Summary: You are stuck at your dad’s pool party after cleaning all day, Soldier boy - your dad’s hot best friend can’t keep his eyes off you in your white bikini.

৻ꪆ Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, large age gap, virginity loss, rough sex, finger sucking, forbidden sex, alcohol mentioned, risk of getting caught.

wc: 3.5k

The backyard pavement was warm against your thighs as you sat at the edge of the pool, toes lazily dragging through the water. The late afternoon sun still burned hot overhead, but it did nothing to improve your mood.

“Hey, go tell your aunt and uncle hi,” your dad called, nodding toward the group clustered near the grill.

You sighed heavily, pushing yourself up. You’d been in a bad mood all evening, your dad had made you clean the entire house top to bottom because his “friends” were coming over. Every bathroom, every countertop, every damn floor. All for a stupid pool party. But at least Ben would be there.

Ben. Your dad’s closest friend for as long as you could remember. You’d grown up around him, trailing after the two of them like a shadow. He was practically an uncle to you.

But God, was he cute.

Once you’d said your polite hellos to your aunts and uncles (smiling through the small talk while your mood simmered), your dad waved you over again. “Go check the mail, will you? Should be here by now.”

You slipped on your sandals and skipped toward the front yard, grateful for any excuse to get away from the noise for a minute. You adjusted your white babydoll top, tugging it into place, then rolled the waistband of your jean shorts once more so they sat even higher on your thighs. The second you reached the front yard, a familiar truck rumbled up the driveway.

Your stomach flipped.

Soldier Boy hopped out of the driver’s side, all broad shoulders and cocky posture. He looked unfairly good, black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest, jeans slung low.

You gulped, heart picking up speed, and lifted a hand to shield your eyes from the sun.

“Hey, Ben,” you called, trying to sound casual.

He slammed the truck door with a grunt, the sound sharp in the quiet front yard. His eyes flicked up and immediately dragged down your body, taking in the tiny white top and the shortened jean shorts, before settling on your face.

“Hey, kid.” His voice was rough, low, the same gruff tone you’d heard since you were little. But this time it felt different. He didn’t move right away, just stood there staring a beat too long. “The fuck you wearing?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “It’s a pool party,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Ben huffed a laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He stepped closer, boots crunching on the gravel, until he was towering over you. Up close he smelled like leather seats, faint cigar smoke, and something warm and masculine that made your pulse stutter.

He reached out and tugged lightly at the hem of your babydoll top, straightening it with a gentleness that didn’t match the asshole smirk on his face. His knuckles brushed just below your ribs. “You’ve been cleaning all day, right? Your dad mentioned it. Poor thing.”

The same man who could level buildings without blinking still noticed when you were in a shit mood.

“Yeah, well, I’m over it,” you muttered, glancing up at him. 

Then Ben straightened up, clearing his throat. “C’mon, kid. Before your daddy starts to worry,”

He started walking toward the backyard, but not before his hand brushed the small of your back, light, lingering, and definitely not uncle-like.

You followed Ben toward the backyard, cheeks still burning from that lingering touch on your lower back. The party noise hit you again, laughter, music, the splash of water.

“Oh hey Ben!” your dad called out, waving him over with a big grin.

Ben nodded, he walked over to clap hands with your dad like they’d just seen each other yesterday instead of months ago. You hung back, sighing as you scanned the yard. Your cousins were running around screaming, way too young to talk to. Your aunts and uncles were clustered in lawn chairs, gossiping about things you couldn’t care less about. No one here was your age. It sucked.

You wanted nothing more than to disappear upstairs, crawl into bed, and doomscroll on your phone until your eyes hurt. But no, your stupid dad had taken it earlier “so you’d be social.”

“Kid, go swim with your cousins,” your dad suddenly yelled across the yard, giving you a pointed glare before taking a long sip of his beer.

You groaned loudly. “I don’t wanna change, and my swimsuit’s in the house,” you argued, giving him your best sad-puppy look.

Your dad wasn’t having it. “Go. Now.” He pointed firmly toward the house.

You let out a frustrated huff, spinning on your heels and storming off across the grass. You could feel eyes on you, probably half the party, but the only gaze that actually made your skin prickle was Ben’s. You didn’t turn around to check, but you swore you felt it burning into your back.

The cool air inside the house was a relief after the sticky heat. You slammed the back door a little harder than necessary and headed upstairs toward your room, muttering under your breath the whole way. Stupid party. Stupid chores. Stupid– 

“You throw that door any harder and it’s gonna come off the hinges.”

You froze halfway up the stairs. Ben’s voice stopped you cold. He’d followed you inside. Of course he had.

He leaned against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you. But his eyes weren’t mocking. Not entirely.

“Bad mood still going strong, huh?” he asked, tilting his head. “Your dad’s just trying to get you out there.”

You turned to face him fully, “I don’t want to swim with a bunch of little kids. I just wanted to stay on my phone and be left alone. But apparently that’s a crime.”

Ben pushed off the wall and slowly climbed a couple steps, stopping just below you so you were almost eye-level. He was close again. Too close. The scent of him filled the narrow stairwell.

“Poor little princess,” he murmured, voice dripping with a teasing tone. “You’ve been running around cleaning this place all day for your old man. Least he could do is cut you some slack.” His gaze dropped to your legs for a second before flicking back up. 

You swallowed, heart hammering. He was right there, practically an uncle, your dad’s best friend, and yet the way he was looking at you right now felt anything but familial.

“You gonna rat me out if I hide up here for a while?” you asked, half-joking.

He reached up and lightly flicked the strap of your babydoll top back into place, his fingers brushing your shoulder.

“Nah. I’ll cover for you… for a minute.” His voice dropped, “But you keep giving me that attitude? Might change my mind, sweetheart. I’ll have to drag you back out there myself.”

He lingered on the stairs, eyes locked on yours, the tension thick enough to taste. The distant sound of the party filtered through the walls, but right now it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the house.

You nodded quickly, heart still racing from the way Ben had been looking at you on the stairs. You turned and rushed back up the rest of the steps, gulping as you practically sprinted to your room.

Inside, you stripped fast and slipped into your white bikini, the one that matched your freshly painted nails. The top tied neatly behind your neck and the bottoms sat high on your hips. You threw your hair up into a messy ponytail, gave yourself one quick look in the mirror, and ran back downstairs before you could overthink it.

Thank God Ben was already back outside when you stepped into the yard again.

You sighed in relief, kicked off your sandals, and dipped your feet into the cool water at the edge of the pool. The chill felt good against your heated skin.

“Good, thank you,” your dad said, walking over and patting your back. “Sorry for being hard on you, hun.”

You smiled up at him, surprised by the apology. Then your eyes flicked over to Ben.

He was sitting in a lawn chair a few feet away, beer in hand, staring daggers at your dad. His jaw was tight, shoulders tense. When he caught you looking, his expression shifted, just slightly, but that intense gaze stayed on you now, slowly dragging down the white bikini and back up again.

You raised a brow. Your dad let out a long sigh and took another swig of his beer, relaxing back into his chair.

“Ben told me to be easier on you. He’s right,” your dad admitted with a small chuckle, completely oblivious to the way his best friend was still watching you. “Guess I’ve been riding you too hard today.”

You smiled softly and looked away, warmth blooming in your chest. Ben had actually said something to your dad for you? 

Before you could think too much about it, your little cousins came running up, giggling as they tugged at your messy ponytail and tried to climb onto your back.

“You’re so pretty!” one of them squealed, playing with the ends of your hair like you were their personal doll. “Come play with us!”

You laughed despite yourself, letting them pull you a little further into the shallow end. The water lapped around your thighs as you crouched down to their level, trying to entertain them. But you could still feel it, his stare.

Ben hadn’t stopped watching you.

Every time you bent over to pick one of the kids up or when the water made your bikini cling tighter, you caught him. He was leaned back in his chair pretending to listen to whatever your dad was saying, but his eyes kept cutting back to you. Dark. Hungry. A little pissed off, like he hated how much he was staring.

At one point your dad got up to grab more drinks, leaving Ben alone for a moment. He didn’t waste it.

He stood up slowly and strolled over to the edge of the pool, towering above you. The afternoon sun glowed behind him, making him look even bigger.

“White bikini, huh?” he muttered, voice low enough that only you could hear. “Matching the nails and everything. You trying to kill me today, kid?”

You glanced up at him, still holding one of your cousins on your hip. “Thought you said I should swim.”

“I said you should listen to your dad. Didn’t say you should come out here looking like a fucking dream and torture the rest of us.” He crouched down, closer to your level, eyes flicking to the cousins before returning to you. “You good now? Or still pissed?”

One of your cousins tried to splash him. Ben just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, which made the kid giggle harder.

You bit your lip to hide a smile. “I’m… better. Thanks for talking to my dad.”

Ben grunted, looking away like it was nothing. “Yeah, well. Somebody had to. Can’t have you sulking around all night in that outfit.” He paused, then added quieter, almost reluctantly, “You look good, sweetheart. Real good.”

He straightened up before your dad could come back, but not before his fingers brushed the top of your messy ponytail, quick, almost gentle, like he couldn’t stop himself from touching you.

The tension between you two was getting harder to ignore with every passing minute.

As the sun began to dip lower, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, your cousins started getting sleepy and cranky. One by one, everyone began saying their goodbyes and heading out. The backyard slowly emptied until it was just the fading music, scattered cups, and some family left.

You sat on the edge of the pool again, towel wrapped low around your waist, eating a slice of cold watermelon while you watched the sunset. The juice dripped down your fingers as you tried to enjoy the quiet.

Ben had been sitting across the yard, pretending to listen while your dad chatted with your aunts and uncles. The second they headed toward the gate, he got up and walked over to you. Without a word, he dropped down beside you and draped a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you in against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey, kid,” he said with a long sigh, leaning back on his other hand.

“Hi,” you answered softly, taking another bite of watermelon.

“You have fun today?” He tilted his head, looking at you.

You nodded, still staring at the sunset instead of meeting his eyes. Your heart was beating too fast with him this close, his warm skin against your bare shoulder.

“Good,” he murmured, voice dropping low as he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I had fun lookin’ at you.”

You blushed hard, finally turning to face him. “Good view?” you giggled, setting the watermelon rind down and reaching up to wipe the sticky juice off your cheek.

Ben beat you to it.

His thumb brushed across your bottom lip and the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate, wiping the juice away. His touch lingered a second longer than it needed to, the rough pad of his thumb dragging lightly over your soft skin. The way he was looking at you made heat pool low in your stomach.

You blushed even deeper and turned away, suddenly very interested in the sunset again.

Ben chuckled under his breath, but didn’t pull his arm off your shoulders. “I’m too drunk to drive home,” he grunted after a moment. “Gonna crash on your couch.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Oh, okay.”

“Say bye to your family, then I’ll give you your phone,” your dad called out from across the yard.

You stood up with a sigh, letting the towel drop to the ground. The white bikini felt even smaller now with the way Ben’s eyes followed the movement. You gave quick hugs to the last of your family, smiling politely as they complimented how grown up you looked.

Your dad handed your phone back with a tired sigh. “Go to bed at a reasonable time. I’m gonna hit the hay, Ben.”

Ben nodded, cracking open another beer. “I’ll be in right behind ya. Gonna help clean up.”

Your dad clapped him on the shoulder gratefully and headed inside, the back door clicking shut behind him.

Now it was just you and Ben.

The backyard was quiet except for the low hum of the pool filter and the distant sound of crickets. Ben stood up slowly, towering over you again. His gaze traveled down your body, bikini still damp, skin glowing in the sunset, before flicking back to your face.

“Help me clean, huh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “That’s what I told him.” His voice was lower now, rougher. “But we both know I’ve got other plans tonight, sweetheart.”

His hand came up, fingers lightly tugging on your messy ponytail, tilting your head back just enough so you had to look at him. The tension that had been building all day was finally starting to snap.

“Still think I’m just your dad’s asshole friend?” he asked, thumb brushing your jaw. “Or are you finally catching up?”

“Kinda both,” you giggled, the words barely out before you leaned up and kissed him.

Ben froze for half a second like he hadn’t expected you to actually do it. Then a low, hungry sound rumbled in his chest and he kissed you back hard, his big hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting like beer and the sunset. The kiss quickly turned filthy, his tongue sliding against yours, claiming, while his other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your barely-covered body flush against him.

“Fuck, kid,” he growled against your lips when you finally broke for air. “You sure you know what you’re starting?”

You nodded, breathing fast, lips already swollen. “I want it… I want you.”

That was all it took.

Ben kissed you again, deeper this time, walking you backward across the yard until your back hit the side of the house. One of his thick thighs pressed between your legs, and you whimpered into his mouth at the sudden pressure. His hand slid down, squeezing your ass possessively over the wet bikini bottoms.

“Inside. Now,” he muttered, nipping at your bottom lip. “Before I bend you over right here where your dad could walk out.”

He barely gave you time to think before he was guiding you through the back door, one arm still locked around your waist like he couldn’t stop touching you. The house was dark and quiet, your dad already upstairs and snoring. Ben didn’t bother turning on any lights. He pushed you into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind him with a click that sounded way too loud in the silence.

The second the lock turned he was on you again.

He lifted you onto the counter like you weighed nothing, stepping between your spread thighs. His mouth crashed back into yours while his hands roamed, squeezing your tits through the thin white bikini top, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples until you moaned.

“Been thinking about this all fucking day,” he rasped, kissing down your neck, sucking lightly on your pulse point. “Watching you prance around in that tiny bikini, acting all innocent. You have any idea what you do to me?”

His hand slipped between your legs, rubbing you over the bikini bottoms. You were already soaked, and not just from the pool. Ben groaned when he felt it.

“Shit… you’re dripping for me, sweetheart.”

You whimpered, suddenly shy despite how badly you wanted this. “Ben… I’ve never… I’m still a virgin.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark but surprisingly soft for a second. “Yeah? You sure you want your first time to be with an old asshole like me?”

You nodded quickly, pulling him back in by his shirt. “I want you.”

“Fuck.” He kissed you slower this time, almost tender, then got that cocky smirk back. “I’ll take care of you. But I’m still gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

He tugged your bikini top down, freeing your breasts, and latched his mouth onto one nipple while his hand worked the other. You gasped, fingers threading through his hair. Then he pulled back, bringing two thick fingers to your lips.

“Open.”

You obeyed, taking them into your mouth. Ben’s eyes darkened as you sucked on them, tongue swirling around the digits the way you thought he might like. He groaned low.

“That’s it… good girl. Get them nice and wet.”

When he finally pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his fingers, he pushed your bikini bottoms to the side and slowly slid one finger into you. You tensed at the stretch, but he kissed you through it, murmuring against your mouth.

“Relax, baby. Just breathe. I got you.”

He worked you open carefully, adding a second finger after a minute, curling them just right until your hips started rocking against his hand. The wet sounds echoed obscenely in the small bathroom. His thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles, and you cried out, thighs shaking.

“Ben, fuck,”

“Yeah? Feel good?” He pumped his fingers faster, scissoring them gently. “Gonna make you come on my fingers first. Then I’m fucking you properly.”

You came hard a minute later, clenching around his fingers, moaning into his neck as he kissed your temple and whispered filthy praise.

He didn’t give you much time to recover. He shoved his shorts down, his thick, heavy cock springing free. You stared, a little nervous at the size, but so turned on it hurt.

Ben noticed. He stroked himself slowly, then lifted your chin.

“You can take it. I’ll go slow at first.”

He lined up and pushed in inch by inch, stretching you open. It burned, but the burn felt good mixed with the overwhelming fullness. Ben groaned deeply, forehead pressed to yours, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck… so tight. Such a good little virgin for me.”

Once he bottomed out he stayed still, kissing you softly until you started squirming, needing more. Then he started moving, deep, steady thrusts that gradually got rougher. Not too rough, but enough that the counter creaked beneath you and your moans filled the bathroom.

He fucked you like he’d been dying to all day: one hand in your messy ponytail, the other gripping your thigh, spreading you wider. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you until you were clawing at his back.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he growled, voice strained.

You did, eyes locked on his as another orgasm crashed over you. Ben followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a low, broken groan of your name.

He stayed inside you for a long moment after, both of you breathing hard. Then he kissed you again, slow and surprisingly sweet, before gently pulling out.

“Shit, kid…” He rested his forehead against yours, thumb stroking your cheek. “You okay?”

Cat n' Mouse ୨ৎ

Summary: You’re given the job of babysitting Soldier Boy, keeping him out of public view and only in your sight. Being in a desolate cabin is boring though, and the two of you pick up a game that isn’t as much fun for you as it is for him. ♡ warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, slapping, punching-ish, bruising, spit, crying, lots of dirty talk, degrading (bitch, whore, slut), he's soldier boy idk what you expect, trigger warning, clear consent, reader insert, no mentions of y/n. wc: 3.6k | i'm sorry in advance for what you're going to read... but the soldier boy girlies were yelling at me to do it and i gladly want to! if u want more older bf fan fics like this (mean and SCARY) lmk!!

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Makes you ride his thigh!

Getting you nice and ready to take his cock!

He loves breeding you, even after he's already bred you.!

He catches you using your toy, So he fucks you with it!

Rubbing your pussy over his cock!

When your struggling to fuck yourself on his cock he helps by fucking just you!

fucking you before you shower!

He can be mean while dong it!

His favorite thing to eat is your pussy!

Watching you fuck yourself on a toy while he watches!

He gets the urge to fuck your pussy in the mid of the night!

Loves watching your pussy take his cock!

He loves seeing his cum all over your pussy as he fucks it back in!

ᯓ soldier boy wasn’t the meanest supe, but he was definitely a worthy competitor. the greater public didn’t know how he really was; they saw him as a protector of all without a single thought that he may be of harm to someone as fragile as you.

your hands would be chained to the metal bed frame behind you as your legs were spread wide by the man himself. soldier boy was large, in one word. all over, too. his hands could grip you firmly anywhere, his wide back shadowed over you, and his cock broke you.

“what’s the matter, doll?” he’d say when your face held a frown. he knew what the matter was, of course. you didn’t want to be there, but you knew better than to tell him that. so instead, you’d force a smile and shake your head. “nothing.”

sometimes when he’d pound into you, you’d bleed. he’d growl in your ear and fasten his pace. “look at that,” he’d chuckle. “like i take your innocence every—“ thrust, “fucking—“ thrust, “time.”

he’d push a plug into your ass with no prior prep just to hear you squeal and cry. he’d lick and bite at your cheeks as you sobbed, drinking the salt of your tears. then, he’d fuck you roughly. the feeling of being filled in two holes would make you cream and squirt around him. he’d groan and reprimand you for making a mess. maybe even slap your face.

he’d mumble about you being a good angel, sent just for his pleasure. he didn’t care for how you felt, not really. he’d flick your clit here and there, but if you hadn’t come before he did, he didn’t bother helping you.

he’d always fill you to the brim, making sure to push it deep in you. sometimes he wouldn’t pull out for dozens of minutes just to let it sit.

NASTY soldier boy headcanons vought rising era! did y'all miss my headcanons?

MDNI

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ben drugs you whenever you do your chores because it makes you perform them sooooo much better. he starts of by giving you stimulants. they provide you with so much energy that you're practically bouncing off the walls. so you end up using all that energy up by hysterically cleaning the place. you're dusting, mopping, all while being chipper maybe a little too chipper. and that's exactly what he wanted. seeing his obedient wife do housework.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ after everything's polished he gives you other pills, this time it's sedatives to calm you down. the worst part about them is that they also have depressive side effects and he uses that to his advantage. he only fucks you after you've taken them because you're in such a bad mental state and so weak that he can do whatever he wants to you. "so fuckin' stupid but that's alright, you don't need any brains as my wife. just need to make my cock happy." he taunts.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he spanks you whenever he feels like you haven't been a good wife. didn't prepare food for him when he got home? well that just earns you a few smacks with his belt. when you cry he gaslights you into thinking you're being irrational. "you're being too hysterical, doll. am not even hurtin' you that bad." he says in a gentle voice that didn't match the force of his lashes.

this is so canon ben to me. very mean and sexually sadistic when he wants to be, without ever needing to lay a hand on you. he thrusts deep inside your weeping cunt, completely ignoring your swollen clit and puffy folds begging desperately for attention or some sort of proper friction. your juices gush around him while he delivers his self-indulgent strokes, enjoying the sensation of your oozing slickness around him. he flicks your bud and swipes over it for a split second, just to watch your face fill with relief before it falls when you realise he’s still teasing.

when he finally speeds up, chasing his orgasm, you struggle to take him—the way his thick angry cock spears you open, his heavy balls slapping the fat of your ass, his hands holding your body completely still underneath him like some useless ragdoll. it’s just all too overwhelming, especially when your built-up desperation surges through your veins like burning acid.

before him, you were so independent. you didn’t need any man, it was you and your vibrator against the world.

he called himself daddy from the first time you two slept together, but you wouldn’t give into it. you’d laugh, you’d shove him… whatever it took to dispel that ego of his.

but the more he started babying you, taking care of you after a fight, buying you clothes, making sure you ate, holding your hand, listening when you needed him to… the softer you felt towards him.

the first time you did it was when he had you in a mean mating press, making you come for a third time on his dick. your head was in another place, your eyes rolling back, your voice deteriorated to little broken moans. “feeling good, dollface?” he asked you, so cocky, knowing you weren’t going to be able to walk the next morning.

and then you did it. you didn’t even realize the words were coming out of your mouth. “it feels so good, daddy.” your voice came out like a meek little whimper, your face buried in your pillow.

it took him a second to react. when he did, he swore. he started fucking you faster, rougher. “good girl, such a good girl for daddy.” pitiful tears started running down your face from overstimulation, but he just kissed them away. “fuck, daddy’s gonna treat you right, angel baby. won’t have to lift a pretty little finger. uh huh. gonna let daddy fill you up, huh?”

“y-yeah—“

“good fucking girl,” he growled, leaving bites all over your collarbone. “if it’s up to me, you’d stay in this bed all day. pretty fucking girl.”

he had never come harder, or more, in his entire life. and he also never, ever, ever let you live it down.

supernatural // the boys p!links

disclaimer :: you need to be logged into twitter to access these!! pls do ignore the captions on most posts, they're pretty nasty..

a/n :: if any of the links stop working, let me know and ill try to find replacements!! i definitely have a lot more, i was just too nervous to add too much..

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Dean W.

the impala has seen and heard many things.

pre!seasons dean.

dean's always been open to trying more.. risky things. (of course, it wasn't loaded.) // c:w - gunplay

that one episode with him as a gym teacher..

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Sam W.

usually sam is the polar opposite of his brother. public sex is too risky for him, but sometimes, even he has his limits.

sammy doesn't need anything in return, pleasing you is what he likes best.

hes tall, sure, but that doesn't mean hes lacking in inches..

dean want to grab something from the gas station, giving you a few minutes alone..

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Soldier Boy

ben was known for being.. mean.

ben found out you'd been using a toy to get off. safe to say, he wasn't happy.

bonus :: the winchester brothers dont mind sharing.

cw: smut.ᐟ oral [f.receiving].ᐟ messy sex [p in v].ᐟ stubble!dean.ᐟ praise kink.ᐟ pet names [sweetheart, baby].ᐟ overstimulation.ᐟ 18+

#notes: hii anon, I hope this was filthy enough for youuu ㅤ♡ྀི

it starts with his mouth. not a sweet kiss. not even a word. just dean dropping to his knees and dragging you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles. he’s spreading your legs like he’s starving and you’re the only goddamn thing that could satisfy him.

“lemme have it, baby, please” he mutters, voice low and hot against your inner thigh, as he kisses his way up. “been such a long day f’me, fuck, you don’t even know.”

you don’t even have a chance to answer, not really. he’s already burying his face between your legs, tongue flat and wide as he licks up your slit, slow and heavy. groaning like he’s a kid in a fucking candy store.

“such a pretty pussy. i don’t know if i wanna fuck it or eat it” he murmurs in between. try and act like that didn’t have you even wetter than before.

his stubble is rough, from a few days grown out. and it’s mean. scratching at your skin with every pass of his jaw. it leaves your thighs red and raw, clit swollen from the friction, sensitive to the point of delirium.

he doesn’t even try to be gentle with it, sucking on you, like he’s trying to leave a permanent mark of red, puffy and used.

boss!Dean is a tough one for me because I genuinely can't work out if it would be like---

☆ boss!Dean who watches you like you're prey on your first day

☆ boss!Dean who questions everything you do, making you redo every report and stopping you in meetings just to see you get flustered

☆ boss!Dean who lets his fingers skim the hem of your skirt when he stands behind you, his fingertips brushing the back of your thigh

☆ boss!Dean who invites you into his office one day after work and doesn't even say anything before he's got you against the wall with his tongue in your mouth

☆ boss!Dean who makes you wear shorter skirts and tighter shirts as eye candy to get him through his day

☆ boss!Dean who gets you to ride his thigh and then laughs at you when you cum

☆ boss!Dean who makes you give him blowjobs whenever he's on video calls- or just makes you sit under the desk with his cock in your mouth but doesn't let you do anything about it

☆ boss!Dean who fucks you against the window in his office because 'it's so high up no one will see' but you just know he's doing it to show you off

☆ boss!Dean that knows you'll do anything for him, fucking you in more and more obvious places hoping you'll get caught

~ OR ~

★ boss!Dean who's known to be tightass professional suddenly stuttering through meetings whenever you're there

★ boss!Dean who finds every opportunity to get you in his office but forgets his own excuses as soon as you walk in

★ boss!Dean who has to hold folders in front of him when you're around because his hard on is so obvious in his slacks

★ boss!Dean who feels like a creep even just talking to you because he's so down bad

★ boss!Dean who is shocked when you make the first move and it's obvious you've been feeling like this for a while

★ boss!Dean whose cheeks go red whenever you make a suggestive comment (let's be real- at this point everybody knows what's going on, he's not exactly subtle)

★ boss!Dean who has to be convinced to have sex in the office- but can't resist, large hand pressed over your mouth to keep you silent as he fucks you in the supply closet

★ boss!Dean who cums in his slacks before you even get his dick out when you hide under his desk during a meeting