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

bringing back this version of neighbour!beau , because we all missed him...

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut , neighbour!beau x fem.reader , dbf!beau , pussywhipped!beau , age gap [beau.40s] , established relationship , secret relationship , indecent exposure , messy cunnilingus , orgasm denial , corruption kink , 18+

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1080

#𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: literally no clue what this ended up being but ... can be read as a stand-alone , it’s based off neighbour!beau series i wrote about ages ago , because sheriff beau is making a come back :p

who knew messing with neighbour!beau would be this addictive...

everyone in town saw beau arlen as the perfect southern gentleman— courteous, protective, always putting the townspeople first. but behind closed doors, he had spent months methodically unraveling you with that slow, velvet-smooth charm and calculated hunger until you were utterly addicted, wound tight around his finger.

today, with your dad’s truck long gone, you decided to test just how tightly you could make said grown man snap.

beau was in his backyard, preparing to mow on the sweltering afternoon. he looked unfairly devastating in faded khaki shorts and a thin white t-shirt plastered to his broad chest, the fabric darkening with sweat along the collar. his baseball cap sat low, shadowing his eyes, but the sharp cut of his stubbled jaw and the dark hair dusting his calves were impossible to ignore.

you stepped outside in nothing but a skimpy string bikini, the fabric leaving almost nothing to the imagination. you caught his eye just as he reached for the mower’s pull-cord.

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.”

˖⋆࿐໋ CW: primal play, gun play, headlock, degradation, condescending praise, dacryphillia, impact play, mentions of ‘daddy, sweetheart, baby, & etc..’, barely any plot, reader does consent to all of this btw!! (quite short!)

based off this ask from @baransdollie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

ok—so, bear with me. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

“Oh cmon, doll—you know I can always find my girl, yeah?”

His voice ranges out in the empty forest as your legs ate up the muddy puddles and wet grass with heavy breathing ripping from your lungs. It stung, but it stung so good. Your heart raced with pure exhilaration and anticipation as you heard the heavy footsteps start to catch up with yours.

Some part of you thought you were utterly crazy for this—letting your man chase you while wearing the prettiest doe costume while he hunted you with his trusty rifle—but another part of you got off on this. It was terrifying, yes, but it made your panties become so embarrassingly drenched with excitement. You wanted to call out and taunt him, but he was too close and what would be the fun of stopping it all so soon?

It’s not like that would stop him anyway.

You dumbly turned around to see if he was still catching up to you, but it was nothing. Just a row of trees and the vast sky, leaving you thinking that you were safe as you turned around to keep on sprinting on the muddy path before your feet caught a branch.

You were on the ground before you even knew it, barely even able to let out a scream as you kissed the ground harshly. Your vision was slight blurry as you weakly raised your head up, thinking you still had a chance to at least get up and jog it off. That was until you felt a heavy boot on your back, “There she is, my prized baby. Took that nasty fall like a champ, huh? Ohh, sweetheart—your nose is all bloody.”

A small grunt pushed pass your swollen lips as you felt the warm essence trickle into your mouth, tasting the bitter iron so strongly on your tongue now. You turned your head to the side, attempting to get a good look at your little hunter with a small smile. “Gonna make it all better f’me now? Kiss it all better for your wounded prize? Or are you really that mean?”

The bearded hunter only let out a bitter laugh before taking his boot from your back to grab a handful of your hair, eliciting a whimper from your painted lips as he raised you up onto your knees.

“Don’t even know what your dumb little head got into. Don’t worry—daddy’s gonna take such good care of you. Real good care.”

He moves his hand from your head to the back of your nape, gripping firmly as he pulled you up with a grunt to shove you against a nearby tree. A breathless left your tainted lips before his collided with yours, forcing you to feel the harshness of teeth clashing and tongue fighting over control of whoever. Your eyes fluttered with pure intoxication and thrill, leaning further into the disgusting dance of the kiss as he squeezed the back of your neck.

“Such a sick, dirty fuckin gal lettin’ me do you like this, huh?” He groaned messily against your lips, “can only imagine how much she’s weepin’ for her daddy, yeah?” You could barely even respond to what he was saying, but he didn’t care anyway. He only pulled away to give himself a good look of his prize, zeroing in on the string of saliva that connected the two of you.

Your pupils were practically blown from the pure adrenaline of it all, staring at him like an excited puppy with its tail wagging excitedly for a treat. He only chuckled at the gesture before he finally paid attention to his rifle—standing firmly in his rough grip before slowly pointing it between your thighs.

“Imagine if this was loaded, yeah?” He briefly murmured with a rough edge, edging the tip of the rifle till it dragged righttt across your clothed clit that practically twitched at the touch. A shaky exhale ghosted your lips as your eyes stayed locked on his, watching how they sought something in yours.

A mocking laugh graced his lips as he shook his head with that stupidly fuckable smirk, tilting towards your direction as he whispered harshly, “you’re actually enjoyin’ this nasty shit, aren’t you? Such a filthy girl I’ve got on my hands, ain’t that right?”

You could only nod with how your mind was already clouding with every belittling comment.

Of course he didn’t take that for an answer, letting his palm come into contact with your mud-covered cheek with a deafening smack. Stars blew behind your pupils as you relished in the burning sensation building on the surface, reaching to cup the tender flesh before he smacked it away.

“None of that shit. Fuckin’ answer me when I ask you somethin’. Don’t make me be mean, darlin’…” He whispered lowly with a small hiss, grinding the edge of the rifle over your pussy with slight firmness as he continued on.

“Hurts me more than it hurts you. Wanna hear you use your big girl voice—for me, yeah?”

this is unjustifiably hot. he’s literally the definition of “just one more, baby, do it for me.” 𖧁୧ drug use, forced intox, allusion to drugged sex, dub/noncon, daddy kink ( 18+ )

You’ve always been easy to manipulate, Ben swears. All it takes is a few soft-spoken words, paired with those stern eyes that make your insides flutter in obedience. You’re sweet, and unsurprisingly, even more pliable when your head is all floaty, buzzing up in the clouds with your body practically fusing into the couch below you—all your inhibitions gone, along with any sliver of fight hidden beneath that affably soft exterior of yours.

Your skull vibrates from the THC quietly surging through your veins as you sit beside him, and every breath you inhale feels like a thousand kisses against the inside walls of your lungs.

You’re high, way too high. And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly how Ben likes it. His own little lamb—so easy and docile.

The scent of burning flower hits your nostrils the second Ben holds the joint to your lips for the umpteenth time, his other hand wrapped under your jawbone, holding you still. His own eyes are red, the capillaries sinfully swollen, glossed over with a sheen that makes the green of his irises more striking than usual, and his stare far more lethal. He murmurs through the smoke he exhales, his voice low and silky, “C’mon, puppy. Just one more, hm? Daddy’ll finish it off after this, I promise.”

ᯓ soldier boy makes you ride his boot as he works. he’ll be sat at his desk, fingers typing away while you kneel underneath with his boot between your thighs. you hump at it like a dog in heat, so worked up but not getting what you needed most.

ben would finally pull away from his laptop to watch you. he’d hum and tell you to go faster, or maybe even to start bouncing on it. you’d whine but oblige, desperate to please your dad.

“good girl. you wanna be ready for your dad’s cock, don’t you? so keep going. bet your lil cunts aching, huh sweetie? she wants to be filled so bad, doesn’t she?”

his words only spurred you on. you whined and begged to be filled, but he simply huffed. to shut you up from your pleas, he stuffed two of his fingers down your throat. you gagged and coughed around them, but he simply began thrusting them in and out.

ᯓ soldier boy only married your mother so he could get his hands on you. and boy, did he.

he’d barge into your room when your mom would be at work and pin you against your bed. “c’mon, doll. gotta help your dad out,” he’d whisper as his erection pressed against your thigh.

sometimes you’d say no, to which he’d simply back hand your face. then he’d pull his pants down along with his boxers, and slide your shorts to the side.

he didn’t care if you were ready for him, after all you were just a toy for him, something tight and young for him to use. he’d groan as he bottomed out, a firm grip on your throat. “yeah, you like that, don’t you? like when your dad uses you, huh?

you’d always end up a moaning, agreeing mess. “y-yes, fuck—!” he’d slap you hard, “what’d i say about that filthy mouth, huh?” then he’d stuff two fingers down your throat. you’d gag and cough, but he didn’t care. your hole would clench around him with hips bucking to meet his thrusts.

he’d laugh in your face, “look at that.” then he’d pull his fingers out your mouth to grip your hair. he would pushed your head forward, forcing you to look at where his cock pounded into you. you whimpered, pathetically, “please, please, please.”

“you want your dad that bad, doll? want him to fill up his daughters sweet cunt? dirty little thing you are.” he’d bring his thumb to your clit and rub it. “cum on my cock, sweetheart.”

older!dean winchester meeting (slightly) controversially younger!reader in a town he's working a case on and getting wayyyyy too obsessed with you. finding out you have a boyfriend, and then finding a way to convince charlie to hack into your phone and change the boyfriend's number in your contacts to his. getting you to send him nudes and home-made porn. sending you the most filthy texts and having to fuck his cock into his hand in a shitty motel bathroom because he knows that you're probably in your parent's house, getting all wet and squirmy about his dirty, dirty words.

A/N: ughhh soldier boyyyy

tags: dbf!soldier boy x inexperienced!reader, reader is at least 20 but no age mentioned

dbf!soldier boy headcannons . . .

dbf!soldier boy that your dad trusts with his whole heart around you.

dbf!soldier boy that knows how much of a peice of shit your father is and fills in his shoes for you. After all, everyone should have a daddy that they can rely on.

dbf!soldier boy that is always over at your house, for some reason. You never second guessed why he always insisted for you to stay and talk to him, even after your dad was passed out drunk.

dbf!soldier boy that finds some way to touch you subtly; brushing his hand against yours while hes grabbing something, coming up behind you to reach past you, or rubbing your shoulder when he greets you.

dbf!soldier boy that invites you over to his place at one in the morning, knowing that your dad is asleep. You try to say that you shouldnt, but he kindly informs you that your dad doesn't give a shit about you like he does, and "You don't wanna disappoint me, do you?"

dbf!soldier boy that convinces you to practice making-out with him, only so you'll be ready when the time comes up.

stepdad!soldier boy deciding that if you're going to putting things in that pretty mouth of yours (nevertheless getting high), then it's at least going to be him choosing what goes in there..

"y'wanna explain to dad why you thought you could misbehave?" except, you can't explain; not when your mouth is currently stuffed full with his fat cock. you're on your knees in front of him, hands behind your back like he asked demanded. you blink back tears every now and then from how much of a struggle this is. "ain't a cute look on you, doll. you should know better than not to listen to me."