Dean Winchester, who is just sooo obsessed with you. Like he just thinks your the most perfect thing he's ever met. He sticks to you like a limpet whenever you're not in a life-threatening situation.

He's always finding a way to touch you, dragging you into his lap whenever your trying to research, small teasing kisses against your skin which slowly become more insistent. Kisses become his teeth scraping against your skin, red marks blossoming as whatever book you'd been reading, his tossed aside as his hands become more insistent. His fingers 'accidentally' grazing your thigh just enough to make you go soft in his arms.

He's a menace. Distracting you from any task you try and do which doesn't involve him. Trying to make breakfast becomes a balancing act between watching the bacon and smacking his wandering hands away as he presses up against your back.

Dean whines like a petulant child when you tell him no, sending him to the table as he mumbles something about you being a killjoy! So what if he was touchy? So what if you'd been through many, many bottles of concealer in the last few months in an attempt to cover up the marks he loved to leave all over your skin.

So what if you were spending more time letting him have his way rather than doing the research you needed?

He was just so obsessed with you...it's only fair he expresses his gratitude for the fact that you chose to put up with him.

"not a threat"

one-shot

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Fem!Reader

Summary: He's warned you about it before. Told you not to tease him. And you just had to run your mouth—had to bring up the way he cuddled you last night, the way he whispered sweet nothings, rubbed your back like you were made of spun glass. And now you’re here.

Warnings: 18+!, language, Ben being a goddamn bully, smut (p in v, fingering, clitoral stimulation, overstim, dirty talk, mocking), I may have missed some.

Word Count: 1,214

A/N: This was born because of this ask. I quite often find myself daydreaming about Ben (and, let's be real, all Jackles characters... oops) being mean in bed in their own ways. It's my kryptonite. Hope y'all like it. <3 All the love.

He fucks like he’s fighting something.

You’ve learned that about him.

There’s nothing pretty about it—at least not at first. It’s teeth and hands and gritted snarls into the crook of your neck. Calloused fingers gripping your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise, the slap of skin against skin echoing like a gunshot through the room. He mutters filth into your ear the whole time—voice rough, breath ragged—words like “mine,” and “take it,” and “don’t you fuckin’ run.”

And you don’t.

You never do.

dean’s shy gf headcanons. d.w. ᝰ.ᐟ

dean winchester x fem! reader

⤿ warnings: fluffy, teasing, very mildly suggestive content, protective! dean, emotional moments, pre-established relationship, sweeter than sugar, major cuteness overload.

⤿ notes: had sm fun writing this! hope you enjoy these soft moments as much as I enjoyed writing them! let me know what you think, and feel free to request more if you want to see more! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

DEAN TALKS FOR YOU WHEN YOU’RE TOO SHY.. Ordering food? Asking for directions? You just quietly nudge him, and he immediately understands. But if he sees you trying to be brave, he won’t jump in— just stands next to you, hand resting on your back, whispering “You got this, baby.”

Headcanon: How They Celebrate Your Birthday

This is for everyone but extra Happy Birthday to my girl @zepskies 🥳

Dean Winchester

*sigh*

Summary: You took the job for the paycheck—not expecting your colleague with wild hair and too many piercings to be this charming. Turns out, behind the sarcasm and mustard doodles, he’s kind of impossible not to fall for.

-requested-

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3000

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 🩷

Cuties🥺

(‧₊˚ 🍪) . SOLIDER BOY ─ NSFW ALPHABET ⭑.ᐟ

warnings.ᐟ - This piece contains NSFW/18+ content including rough sex, dominance, degradation, praise, overstimulation, marking (biting, hickeys, scratches), power play, possessiveness, public/semi-public risk, choking, hair pulling, spanking, and jealousy kinks. Reader discretion is advised.

A = Aftercare – Soldier Boy isn’t the softest guy, but after an intense session, he’ll let you curl up against him. Expect lazy cuddles, half-assed compliments, and maybe a cigarette shared between you two. He’s not great at the emotional stuff, but he tries in his own rough way.

B = Body Part – He loves his chest—it’s where all the action is. He enjoys when you touch, kiss, or rake your nails over his pecs. On you? He’s obsessed with your thighs. Whether gripping them during sex or having you straddle his face, he wants them wrapped around him.

C = Cum – He’s a messy guy, and he loves making a mess. Inside, outside, on your face, your chest—he doesn’t care as long as he gets to see it. He takes pride in it, too, like marking his territory.

D = Dirty Talk– Filthy. Expect degrading, possessive, and cocky remarks mixed with growls. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” “Taking me so well, sweetheart.” “Fuckin’ perfect little toy.” If you can fluster him back, he’ll pretend it doesn’t affect him—but it does.

E = Experience – Decades of experience. Soldier Boy has seen and done it all, which means he knows exactly how to ruin you in the best ways possible. That said, he’s used to taking what he wants—he’s not always great at slowing down, so he needs a firm hand sometimes.

F = Favorite Position – Anything that lets him be in control (or at least think he is). He loves taking you against a wall, bending you over any available surface, or having you ride him while he lounges back like a king.

G = Goofy – He’s not exactly goofy during sex, but he does have a cocky sense of humor. Expect some teasing smirks, sarcastic remarks, and maybe a laugh if you manage to surprise him.

H = Hair– He’s got that thick, scruffy beard and a good amount of chest hair. He keeps it rugged but well-maintained, just enough to keep his rough-and-tough appeal.

I = Intimacy – He’s not the best at expressing emotions, but when he’s really into someone, it shows in his possessiveness. He might not say “I love you” often, but he’ll make sure you feel it in the way he holds you afterward, or how he always comes back to you.

J = Jack Off – He doesn’t do it often—he’d rather have the real thing. But if he’s away too long, he’ll get off to the thought of you, probably with a smug smirk.

K = Kinks – - Power Play – He’s used to being in charge, so having someone who can put him in his place? That gets him worked up. - Degradation & Praise – He likes to mix the two, calling you filthy names but also telling you how perfect you are for him. - Marking – Hickeys, bite marks, scratches—he loves seeing the evidence of what you’ve done to each other. - Overstimulation – Whether it’s on you or him, he likes pushing limits. - Roughness – He’s not gentle. Expect manhandling, hair pulling, and being tossed around like a ragdoll.

L = Location – He has no shame. A back alley, a car, a dressing room—if the mood hits, he’s not waiting.

M = Motivation – He loves a challenge, so if you tease or play hard to get, he’s all in. Confidence and attitude drive him wild.

N = No – He won’t do anything too soft or overly emotional—he’s not about whispering sweet nothings. Also, anything that makes him feel too vulnerable (like complete submission) is off-limits.

O = Oral – He enjoys giving, but receiving? That’s his favorite. He’ll grip your hair, guide your head, and groan like a goddamn king as you work him over.

P = Pace – Rough, hard, and fast. He likes to drag things out when he’s feeling particularly cruel, but most of the time, he’s all about raw intensity.

Q = Quickies – Absolutely. He’s always down for a quick, heated session, especially if it means bending you over the nearest surface.

R = Risk – He loves the thrill of getting caught. Public sex, sneaking around, doing it in risky places? He’s all over it.

S = Stamina – He’s a super soldier—he can go all night if he wants to. He likes pushing you past your limits, making sure you can still take him after the first few rounds.

T = Toys – He doesn’t use them much, but if you introduce something to tease him with? Oh, he’ll act like he hates it, but deep down, he loves the torment.

U = Unfair – He loves teasing you until you beg. He’ll edge you for ages, making you whimper before finally giving you what you need.

V = Volume – He’s vocal—grunts, groans, growls, and filthy praise mixed with degrading whispers. He doesn’t care if people hear.

W = Wild Card – He has a thing for control, but if you ever managed to turn the tables and take charge? That would mess him up in the best way.

X = X-Ray – He’s big. Thick, veiny, and definitely knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning – He acts like he doesn’t need anyone, but if he really likes you, he’ll get possessive fast. He might not say it outright, but he hates being away from you for too long.

Z = Zzz – After sex, he’ll pass out like a log, arm slung over you, keeping you right where he wants you.

malevolence

part II

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Bobby's!Niece!Reader

Summary: After finding out Dean is possessed by a demon, Bobby has sent you away to one of his cabins. One you didn't even know existed. One that's supposed to be safe.

Warnings: 18+!, language, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, corruption, pining, smut (kissing, spitting, marking, fingering, oral/cunnilingus, p in v, implied breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, mildly dubious consent, cum-play), I may have missed some.

Word Count: 4,886

A/N: Ahhhhh. Need him in a way that's dangerous to my insides. God, I'm so gross. Anyways, I hope y'all like this as much as I liked imagining it ahaha. <3 Again... these gifs. Ugh. The is part two, so... part three will probably be up later (depending on how high my motivation levels stay) but failing that, definitely tomorrow. I'm gonna state now, for the record, that I have literally been typing so fast today (my best is 90wpm, but it's been like 97wpm today... don't know why, and I am not complaining) so I imagine I'm probably gonna post a few more things today/tonight. All the love.

You didn’t talk much on the drive.

Rufus had filled the silence just fine on his own—grumbling about Bobby, cursing the road, complaining about how “the old bastard always pulled shit like this,” like building a secret cabin deep in the woods was a personal betrayal. You’d nodded a few times, given the occasional hum, but your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

Still back at the house. Still pressed to the counter. Still trembling under hands that hadn’t belonged to Dean, even if they’d felt like him.

That was the part that made you sick.

say what you will about jensen ackles but in 2005 he made the active decision to pitch dean’s voice lower not because he felt like dean’s voice was naturally low but because JDM’s voice was low and he thought dean would try to talk like his dad

he’s the ultimate dean studies enthusiast. he said dean is a performer from day One.

thinking about the fact that pre-hell dean slept shirtless and post-hell dean rarely wears anything less than two entire layers

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I never thought about this my poor baby boy😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“you attract what u fear”

ahhhhh jensen ackles😱ahhhhhhh more followers😱 ahhhhhhhh confidence

i need an older man to baby me soo bad

specifically this older man

Chapter 6: Tonight is the night

Ben leaned his head back slightly, exhaling through his nose as he watched her. There was something intoxicating about the way she looked—on her knees, lips brushing against his skin, taking her time like she was savoring every second. His fingers flexed at his sides before one hand slid into her hair, guiding her just enough without forcing.

"You're really enjoying yourself down there, huh?" His voice was thick with amusement, but there was a roughness to it, like he was barely holding himself back.

Y/N hummed softly against his skin, her fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns over his hips. She felt him tense under her touch, a rush of power swelling in her chest at the realization. He might be the strongest man she knew, but right now, he was at her mercy.

Her lips traveled lower, leaving a warm, open-mouthed kiss just above where he needed her most. Ben let out a low growl, his grip tightening in her hair for a moment before loosening again.

"Don't start something you can’t finish, angel," he warned, voice strained.

She looked up at him through her lashes, lips curling into a small smirk. "Who says I won’t?"

Y/N’s fingers trailed lower, tracing over the defined muscles of his stomach before finally wrapping around him. The sheer size made her hesitate for a split second, but the sound Ben made—half a groan, half a chuckle—snapped her out of it.

“See something you like?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he looked down at her.

She bit her lip, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Just… taking it in,” she murmured, fingers tightening slightly.

Ben’s smirk deepened, but the cocky remark he had ready died in his throat the second she leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over his skin. His jaw clenched, his hand flexing in her hair, not guiding—just feeling, just waiting.

Y/N started slow, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his length, her lips brushing against heated skin as her hand moved in tandem, stroking with an unsure but eager grip. The groan that rumbled in Ben’s chest sent a thrill through her, encouraging her to keep going.

She parted her lips, letting her tongue flick out to taste him, her free hand steadying herself on his thigh. Ben sucked in a sharp breath, fingers tightening just slightly in her hair.

"Fuck," he muttered, head tilting back for a second before he looked down at her again, eyes dark, filled with something almost primal.

Y/N hummed, the vibrations making him twitch in her hold. She felt his muscles tense beneath her touch, the power in his body coiled tight like a predator waiting to pounce. But he let her set the pace, let her explore.

“Keep going,” Ben murmured, voice rough, his thumb stroking idly over her cheek.

Y/N kept her pace slow, teasing, watching the way Ben’s jaw clenched and his fingers curled into the couch. His breathing deepened, his muscles tense under her touch. She liked this—having control, making him lose it little by little.

Ben growled low in his throat, his hand moving to the back of her head, but she pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, dragging her nails down his thighs. “What’s wrong?” she teased, voice sultry. “Losing patience?”

His green eyes darkened. “Angel,” he warned, but she just kept up the slow torture, savoring every twitch and shudder.

It was when she let her nails dig in a little harder at his hip, that Ben finally snapped. A sharp inhale, a rough curse, and suddenly she was weightless—hauled up like she weighed nothing.

Her back hit the couch, Ben caging her in, breath hot against her ear. “You wanna play games?” he murmured, voice full of gravel. His hand wrapped around her throat, just enough to keep her still.

"I can play games, baby girl." he murmured, his lips ghosting over her jaw before trailing down her throat. His grip tightened just enough to make her pulse race, his erection pressing between her thighs. "But you won’t win, Angel."

Her breath hitched as he rolled his hips, teasing, making her body react before she could even think. His other hand slid down, tracing the lace of the bodysuit he’d never even planned on her wearing.

"You show up dressed like this, drop to your knees like a good girl, and expect me to take it easy on you?" He chuckled darkly, fingers slipping lower.

Y/N squirmed, but his grip kept her still, her body pinned against the couch. "Maybe I don’t want you to take it easy," she whispered, nails dragging over his chest.

Ben stilled for just a second, then smirked. "That so?" His hand moved suddenly, gripping her jaw, making her look straight into his eyes. "Then you better keep up, sweetheart. Because I don’t stop until I’m satisfied."

Ben didn’t wait for her response. He grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up like she weighed nothing, forcing her back flat against the couch. His grip was firm, possessive, fingers digging into her skin just enough to leave marks. "You wanted this, right?" His voice was rough, teasing, daring her to back down now.

Y/N swallowed hard, nodding.

"Use your words, Angel."

"Yes," she whispered, breathless.

He smirked, satisfied. "Good."

One hand trailed down, tracing over the lace that barely covered her, his touch maddeningly slow. He watched her reactions like a predator, waiting for that exact moment when she lost control. His lips ghosted over her ear, his breath hot. "You better beg real pretty now."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body arching, desperate for more. But Ben? He just chuckled, teasing, testing her patience. "You want me to keep going?"

"Ben, please," she breathed.

Ben smirked, dragging his hands over her thighs, taking his time, like he was savoring the moment. "That’s what I like," he murmured, voice thick with amusement.

He shifted, pressing her firmly against the couch, his body flush against hers. His lips hovered just above hers, teasing, waiting—until she tried to close the distance herself. That’s when he pulled back with a knowing grin.

"Impatient, huh?" His hands traced slow circles along her hips, fingers gripping the soft lace. "I could take my time with you all night, make you beg even prettier."

Y/N whimpered, fingers fisting in his robe, her body moving instinctively against him. She was desperate for more, and he knew it.

Ben chuckled, low and deep, the sound vibrating through her. "hmmm. Keep squirming like that..."

His lips finally crashed against hers, rough and claiming, as his hands explored, teasing, tormenting. He wanted her desperate, undone, completely at his mercy. And by the way she clung to him, breath hitching, nails digging into his shoulders, he knew he had her exactly where he wanted.

Ben’s hands roamed over her curves, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of her. His lips followed, pressing against the delicate skin of her collarbone, moving lower, grazing over the swell of her chest. His breath was warm against her skin, teasing, never quite giving her what she wanted.

His fingers traced the lace of her lingerie, his smirk deepening as he felt her body react beneath his touch. “You’re impatient, angel,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker.

"You're making me wait, like forever."

He continued his slow descent, lips and tongue trailing down her stomach, teasing just above the sensitive spot between her hips. The feeling of his tongue mixed with the lace gives a very tingling sensation.

When he reached her thighs, he stopped, glancing up at her with a smirk that sent heat coursing through her veins. His hands gripped her legs, spreading them just enough to make her breath hitch.

Y/N looked down, her breath catching as she caught a fleeting glimpse of his eyes—dark and filled with raw hunger—just a second before Ben pulled the red fabric aside and disappeared between her legs.

The sight alone sent a shiver through her, anticipation swirling in her chest. And then his mouth was on her.

Her back arched instantly, a gasp tearing from her throat as his hands gripped her hips, his fingers bruising in their intensity. His lips and tongue worked relentlessly, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

He was focused, precise, and utterly relentless, his mouth moving over her like he was starving, each flick and stroke fanning the fire between them.

Y/N's hands fisted the fabric still hanging looselyon Ben's back, her head falling back as her body reacted to every sensation he gave her, her moans echoing in the room.

She could feel herself unraveling under his touch, every second driving her closer to the edge.

Her body trembled beneath him, breathless and spent, but Ben wasn’t finished. He hovered over her, his lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss, letting her taste the satisfaction he had just given her. His hands roamed, fingers tracing the flushed skin of her waist, her hips, reminding her that he was still in control.

“You look wrecked, angel,” he murmured against her lips, smirking as he brushed his nose against hers. “And we're just getting started.”

His weight pressed her into the couch, a delicious mix of dominance and restraint. One hand tangled in her hair while the other slid down her body, teasing, as if daring her to beg for more.

Ben watched her every move, eyes dark with hunger as she peeled the lace from her body. His robe hit the floor, forgotten, as he stepped closer, towering over her.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice rough with approval. He reached out, tracing a finger down her bare skin, enjoying the way she shivered under his touch.

She was ready—he could see it in her eyes, the way her breath hitched, the way her body responded to him without hesitation. He smirked, gripping her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

Ben guided himself, the heat between them thick, electric. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open just enough to accommodate him. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he lined himself up against her softness. The contrast of his strength and her vulnerability sent a shiver down her spine.

She felt the first press of him, a sharp inhale escaping her lips as he nudged forward, stretching her inch by inch. A sting shot through her, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders, nails raking against his heated skin.

Ben's breath was hot against her neck, his voice low and gravelly. "Relax, angel," he murmured, pressing a kiss just below her ear. "It won’t hurt as much if you breathe through it."

His hands roamed over her body, fingers tracing slow circles along her hips, urging her to ease into him.

She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the feel of him, the way his body molded against hers. He gave her a moment, "you're doing so good," he whispered, voice thick with something almost reverent. "Just hold onto me."

Her arms tightened around his shoulders, holding onto the heat of his body, the solid strength of him.

Ben stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath warm and heavy. His grip on her hips was firm, grounding, as if he was holding back, letting her take control of the moment. His usual cocky arrogance was replaced with something different—patience, control, and maybe even something bordering on reverence.

"You okay, angel?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers, his voice rough with restraint.

She nodded, her fingers tracing over his back, feeling the way his muscles tensed under her touch. She could feel the way he was holding himself back, waiting for her signal. Slowly, she shifted her hips, testing the sensation, and the sting melted into something warmer, something new.

Ben groaned, his grip tightening. "Fuck, you feel—" He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly as if he didn’t trust himself to finish the thought.

She moved again, just a little, and he exhaled sharply, his lips trailing down her jaw, over the curve of her neck. His control was slipping, she could feel it in the way his fingers dug into her skin, the way his breathing turned ragged against her throat.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said, but she could already feel the tension in his body, the way he was barely keeping himself in check.

She met his gaze, eyes heavy with need, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m ready, Ben."

Ben started slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady, his breath coming in sharp exhales against her skin. He watched her face, every flicker of emotion, every shift in her expression, his own restraint hanging by a thread.

"You’re doing so good," he murmured, lips ghosting over her cheek before pressing against her jaw, then lower, trailing warmth down her throat. His voice was rough, controlled, but she could hear the tension laced beneath it. He was holding back—for her.

She moved beneath him, instinctively responding to his pace, and he let out a low groan, his forehead pressing against hers for a moment. His grip on her hips tightened as she adjusted, experimenting, testing, learning what felt right.

"That's it," he muttered, almost to himself, his hand sliding up her side, fingertips brushing over her ribs. He was everywhere—his touch, his warmth, the deep rumble of his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly, and he let out a sharp breath, his control slipping just a little. His lips found hers again, deepening the kiss, stealing her breath along with every last coherent thought.

"Angel," he groaned, his voice rough, strained. "You feel..." He trailed off, shaking his head slightly, like words weren’t enough.

She met his gaze, heart pounding, completely lost in the moment. Her eyes closed, head slightly tipping back when she moaned soflty,"Ben..."

That was all it took.

His patience snapped, and his grip on her tightened as he moved with more intent, more urgency. His restraint was gone now, replaced by something raw, something electric, something only she could pull from him.

And God, she wanted more.

Ben felt her hands gripping his back, pulling him in, her voice barely above a whisper—closer.

For a moment, he hesitated, like he wasn’t sure what she meant, until he felt her fingers press against his shoulder blades, urging him down. His weight shifted, and then he let himself sink against her, his body covering hers completely.

His face pressed into the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. He placed slow, deliberate kisses there, his lips lingering as he inhaled deeply.

"This what you need?" he muttered against her throat, his voice rough, almost hesitant.

She nodded, hands sliding up into his hair, tangling, holding him there. "I want to feel all of you."

Ben groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin. He let his full weight settle over her, surrounding her, his arms caging her in as if to shield her from everything except him.

His hips shifted slightly, pressing deeper, and she let out a quiet gasp, her body instinctively arching into him.

"Fuck," he breathed, his mouth trailing from her neck to her jaw, then to her lips, capturing them in a slow, burning kiss. He moved with a newfound intensity, each motion purposeful, every brush of his body against hers igniting something deeper.

Her hands roamed his back, nails grazing lightly, making him shudder. "You feel so good," she murmured, breathless, and Ben let out a deep chuckle, low and smug.

"Yeah?" He pulled back just enough to look at her, his green eyes dark and hooded. "You have no idea what you do to me, angel."

She looked up at him, dazed, completely lost in him.

Ben's smirk deepened as he trailed his fingers down her back, his touch deliberate and teasing. Without a word, he shifted, gripping her hips and effortlessly turning her over.

She gasped, her hands pressing against the mattress, her breath hitching as he guided her into place. His hands roamed over her back, fingers tracing the curves of her spine before sliding down to her hips, holding her firmly.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something darker, something possessive. While his hand caressed her ass. "So damn perfect."

He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the back of her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. His hands splayed over her waist, thumbs stroking in slow circles as he took his time, savoring the way she shivered under his touch.

"You trust me, angel?" he whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. She nodded, pressing back against him, silently urging him on.

Ben groaned, his grip tightening for just a second before he moved, every motion deliberate, every shift drawing another soft gasp from her lips.

"That's my girl," he muttered, his voice rough, almost reverent. "Now let me show you just how good I can make you feel."

But Ben was holding back, and she could tell. The way his fingers dug into her hips, the sharp breaths he took, the tension in his muscles—it was all restraint. And she didn’t want restraint.

“Ben…Dont... stop.” she whispered, pushing back against him, teasing, testing.

He groaned, his hands tightening.

But she didn’t stop. She wanted more, needed more. She turned her head just enough to catch his eyes, dark and wild, barely in control.

“Don’t. hold. back,” she said, voice breathy.

That did it.

Ben cursed under his breath, his grip tightening as he snapped. His control shattered, and suddenly, he wasn’t being careful anymore. He wasn’t treating her like something delicate—he was treating her like his, and she loved it.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to send a shiver down her spine. His body pressed against hers, heat radiating from him as he moved, no longer hesitating, no longer holding back.

“You like that, don’t you?” he muttered against her ear, his breath hot.

She could barely form words, nodding instead, lost in the way he felt, the way he was completely surrounding her.

Ben chuckled, but it was dark, almost dangerous. “Should’ve known you’d be trouble,” he murmured, voice laced with something possessive.

Ben was spiraling, his control slipping with every second. His grip on her was tight, his breathing ragged, his body tense as he chased that inevitable end. But then—

“Ben.. S-stop,” she whispered.

It took everything in him to process that single word through the haze in his mind. His movements slowed, his grip loosened slightly, and his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” His voice was hoarse, rough.

She turned her head to look at him, her expression soft but determined. “I want to see you,” she said, her voice barely above a breath. “When you... you know, I want to see your face.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, caught between the overwhelming need clawing at him and the depth of her request. No one had ever asked him that before. No one had ever wanted that from him.

Ben swallowed hard, then without a word, he shifted, turning her, guiding her until she was facing him. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and burning.

“You want to watch me come?” he asked, his smirk lazy, but his voice was rough, strained.

She nodded. A little shy.

His hand cradled the back of her head, his forehead pressing against hers.

Ben’s grip tightened, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he lay down and guiding her to ride him, forcing her to stay close, to see him. His forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot and ragged, his chest rising and falling with every sharp inhale.

"You really wanna see me lose it, angel?" His voice was a low growl, rough with strain, his control slipping through his fingers like sand.

She nodded, eyes locked onto his, wide and wanting.

Ben let out a shaky breath, his smirk flickering before his expression turned serious, dark with something deeper.

"And where... do you want it?"

"Inside." The way she said it sounded so innocent. His jaw clenched, his brows furrowed, and then—he finally let go.

A shudder ripped through him, his whole body tensing before melting into hers, his features twisting in something raw, unguarded, completely undone. His eyes, half-lidded and burning, stayed on her like he wanted her to memorize every second, like he was letting her see a part of him no one else ever had.

His grip on her hair tightened slightly before he pulled her in, crashing his lips against hers in a desperate, consuming kiss. It was different now—less control, less teasing. This was need, pure and unfiltered.

When he finally broke away, his breath was heavy against her lips. He let his forehead rest against hers, a deep, satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"That what you wanted, sweetheart?" His voice was hoarse, almost amused, but there was something else in it too—something real.

She nodded again, breathless, her fingers tracing over his jaw, memorizing him just as much as he had memorized her.

Ben smirked, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back just enough to look at her again.

"Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

Ben pulled her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her like he had no intention of letting go. His breathing was still heavy, his body warm and solid against hers.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of their slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside.

Y/N traced lazy patterns along his chest, still lost in the haze of everything that had just happened. Ben's fingers brushed through her hair, absentminded but soothing, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

She tilted her head to look up at him. "So, this is it, huh.?"

"Yeah" he sighs content.

"So eh... what now?"

Ben huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You tell me, angel. This was your idea, remember?"

She smirked, rolling onto her side to face him fully. "Yeah, but I don’t think I expected you to—" She hesitated, biting her lip.

"To what?" He raised a brow, amusement flickering in his tired green eyes.

"To be, so kind," she admitted, half-teasing but mostly honest. Ben chuckled, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her temple.

He shifted, rolling onto his back and dragging her with him until she was tucked against his side. One of his hands rested on her hip, the other still tangled in her hair.

"Get some sleep," he murmured. "You can think about this tomorrow."

She swallowed, heat rushing through her again at the promise in his voice, but exhaustion was already settling in, her body worn out in the best way possible.

As her eyes fluttered shut, she felt Ben press one last kiss against her forehead.

Whatever this was—whatever they had just started—she knew one thing for sure.

It was far from over.

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I think I've passed away and gone to Heaven.

Ooooohhhh I love this. Need more😩

dean winchester nsfw headcanons!

req open, castiel ver coming soon

mdni. 18+.

sam ver

Yes and yes yes yes yes 10000000× yes please

── ❝ tied him down to my queen bed ❞

pairing! soldier boy x fem!reader

contents! no plot just porn, established relationship, rough sex, power play, light bondage, kinda sub/dom!soldier boy, degradation, edging/denial, overstimulation, names (sweetheart, doll, brat & bitch), dirty talk, praise & degradation kink, teasing, oral/face sitting (f & m receiving), and probably more; very intense and filthy sexual content so mdni 𖤐 18+ !!

Wow. just wow!!

Soldier Boy | The Boys 3x07