NSFW ramblings inspired by saltandbyrne's fic Apple From The Tree

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demon!Dean/twink!Ben nsfw text inspired by saltandbyrne's fic Apple From The Tree (in which Ben is 17 with a massive daddy!kink, which demon!Dean uses to his full advantage when he finds Ben in the middle of a gay bar fuckfest. Ramblings include car!sex, public!sex, food!kink, bondage, sex toys, and eventually Uncle Crowley comes to play too.)



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Anonymous asked: so i read ben/dean and all i could think of is the filthiest mind i know. can we just talk about the massive daddy!kink here? about the sheer desperation of wanting to make his daddy proud. that he just wants to show how good he is. how good he can be for dean. that he just wants to learn everything dean can teach him. and bend over like a good little slut that needs his daddy's cock.

Now now, there are much more filthier minds out there than mine lol! LittleSparrow69 for one. Saltandbyrne for another. In fact, she just posted a great dean/ben smutshot ‘Apple From The Tree’ (read it now if that’s not the very fic you’re talking about!) and I can’t stop thinking about demon!dean from that verse tracking down twink!Ben again. Maybe just showing up on a random street corner in Cicero one day, calling out to Ben from the impala window and asking if he wants to go for a ride ;p Which, of course Ben does, in all the ways implied, because he was hard the instant he saw that goddamn glorious muscle car. And Dean knows it, but he doesn’t do anything but smirk at it as Ben squirms all over the leather interior, desperately trying not to palm himself. Maybe he begs, “please Daddy,” because he wants to be good for Dean, and doesn’t want to touch himself without permission. But instead, Dean pulls out his own dick, makes Ben lean over and suck it so no one sees him in the car as they drive to a remote location – somewhere with a lot more privacy, and enough space to pop open the hood of the impala and show Ben how to give her a tune up. Not that demon!Dean really cares about keeping the car in pristine condition anymore. But he at least needs it to run, and more importantly, it makes the kid even more desperate for it. Because “Ben’s never had a dad and deep down it shames him, how often he thinks about having some big, strong man take care of him and teach him how to fix a car and fuck him open.”

And that’s just what Dean does.

As soon the hood of the impala slams shut, Dean’s bending Ben over it, yanking down his pants and pouring fresh motor all over his ass – INTO his ass, because he takes the nozzle of the bottle so easy (he’s been keeping himself busy since Chicago, making daddy proud). And then Dean’s fucking him open over the hood of the car, which he can’t stop rubbing himself against - all that sleek, warm, beautiful metal. Fucks him so hard, he can hear the hood groaning from the impact of it. Fucks him until he spits come, all over it, screaming “yes Daddy! Yes!” as Dean fills up his already squelchy, dripping hole.

It’s late by the time Dean drives Ben back into town. So no one sees Ben splayed open in the front seat, playing with Dean’s come in his ass. But if he looks hard enough, Ben can still see the sticky mess of his own come, painted across the hood of the impala, every time they pass under a streetlight.

And that’s just the first time Dean tracks him down

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The next time Dean shows up, it’s at the front door of Ben’s house. His mom’s out on a date, he’s just finished making himself a sandwich for dinner, and Dean just strolls right into the kitchen like he owns the place, grabbing a beer out of the fridge and making himself comfortable at the kitchen table. “I’m hungry,” Dean says, leering at him long enough to make his cock twitch in his pants, “be a good boy and make daddy a sandwich.” And any panic Ben might have been feeling at the sight of Dean IN HIS HOME disappears with a full body shudder at the command.

“Yes, daddy,” Ben breathes, rushing to the fridge to obey. Because he SO wants to be a good boy for daddy. And that means being a little bad too, presenting his ass enticingly when he bends over to reach into the fridge, pulling out the ingredients Dean tells him to. Maybe he should be a little worried that Dean seems to know the arrangement of his fridge so well, telling him where to look for things he can’t find, telling him “no” before he even picks up something Dean doesn’t want. But it gets him so hard, being told how to make a sandwich just the way daddy likes it.

It gets him even harder, when Ben places the sandwich on the table in front of Dean, and Dean unzips his fly, spreads his legs, and orders Ben to keep his balls wet while he eats it. So hard, his dick oozes precome every time Dean makes pleased, satisfied sounds at the sandwich Ben’s made for him, feeling the vibrations of Dean’s groans all the way through the weight of Dean’s balls in his mouth.

He’s squirming, whimpering, and whining by the time Dean’s done, his hole twitching with need as he wordlessly begs for more. And Dean rewards him for a job well done, sitting Ben on his lap and feeding him the sandwich he’d made for himself earlier, playing with his hole and cooing things like, “open wide for daddy, here comes the choo choo train, that’s it, good boy, take it all.”

JFC Salt, what have you done to me.

And once Ben’s finished, Dean lays him back on the kitchen table, leans over in his chair, and eats Ben’s ass out like it’s a friggin’ buffet. Maybe no one’s ever done that to Ben before, and it’s so fucking good, he shamelessly holds his legs open for more, begging with his filthy slut-mouth, “Yes, daddy! Fuck! Rape my ass with that tongue!” But when Dean starts making those satisfied smacking sounds again, right up against his hole, eventually all Ben can do is mewl, “daddy, daddy, daddy,” over and over again.

hungh

Eventually, Dean raises his head again, smirks, and says, “Now be a good boy, and give daddy some milk to go with his dinner.” He feeds his fingers into Ben’s ass, keeping that hungry, spit-sloppy hole full, and begins tonguing his way up to Ben’s cock. And Ben’s so far past ready to blow by then, he explodes in Dean’s mouth, almost as soon as Dean’s lips close around his drooling tip.

“Mmm,” Dean moans in satisfaction, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips. “Now let’s make some pie for dessert,” he says, turning Ben over on the table. And Ben SO loves pleasing his daddy, he’s more than happy to let Dean use his loose-limbed, come-sated body, soaking up all Dean’s filthy praise as Dean fills his ass to the brim.

Dean’s come is still dribbling down Ben’s thighs when he hears a key turning in the front door. His eyes fly open in panic– just in time to see the back door closing with a quiet click. As quietly as he can, he rushes to wipe down the table, grabbing his clothes and Dean’s empty beer bottle before sneaking back to his room. And he’s already on his bed, fucking Dean’s beer bottle into his cream-pied ass, when he hears the distant roar of the Impala, making a clean getaway.

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Anonymous asked: Can Ben also maybe get desperate enough to track down his daddy with nipple clamps and a butt plug so that his daddy can have him prepped and sensitive? And maybe, just maybe, Dean shoves that toy right in Ben's mouth so that he gets to see how badly Ben would enjoy getting spit roasted?

Oh my dear, Ben gets desperate all right. Because Dean may know where Ben lives, but that doesn’t mean he shows up every time Lisa leaves the house. Oh no, he tortures Ben a little, by staying away for a loooong time. So long, Ben gets desperate enough to make his way back to that bar in Chicago, in the hopes that Dean might show up there.

Dean doesn’t. And no one Ben manages to talk to remembers Dean either – not in the constant sea of flesh that rolls in and out of the place on a nightly basis. It was a long shot anyway. But Ben recoups his losses, and climbs up on that bar again, taking as much daddy-dick as he can, in both ends ;p

But it’s still Dean’s dick he wants though, and he stays the whole night, imagining that Dean might be somewhere in the shadows at least, watching him, making his daddy proud. And when he physically can’t hold himself up on his knees anymore, the bartenders lay him back on the bar, pouring cream-filled drinks into his hole for the clientele to lick out, while another line forms to use his greedy slut-mouth.

By the time Ben gets his strength back, there’s no one left but the bar staff to fuck him. So they lock up the doors, and take turns. Even the DJ joins in. And since he’s already shut off the music and packed up his gear, Ben can hear every filthy word of praise that comes out of their mouths: never seen anyone work the bar like you do, made my dick hard all night, wish we could put you on the payroll, take it so good, such a sweet ass, I’ll be your daddy, anything you want, come back anytime

And he just might do that, if Dean keeps him waiting for much longer. Ben even starts to wonder if the whole thing might’ve been some kind of sex-fuelled hallucination, or even just a hormone-induced dream. He has them often enough. He is still a teenager, after all. In fact, one night, while he’s humping his bed in his sleep, dreaming about Dean’s cock in his ass, he finally realizes the sensation is just a little bit too real. And when he jolts awake, he finds himself tied to his bedposts with a pair of his socks at each wrist, the familiar smell and feel of his own lube where Dean’s fingers are fucking him open. Dean is IN HIS BED, while his mom is asleep JUST DOWN THE HALL.

FINALLY.

“Quiet now,” Dean murmurs when he yelps in surprise, “Don’t wanna wake your momma up, do you?”

“Yes, daddy,” Ben mewls into his pillow, already pushing his ass back for more. He doesn’t know why Dean’s tied him up, it’s not like he’s going to resist or anything, he’s always good for daddy. But Ben can’t deny how much harder it’s making him – the thought that his mom could walk in at any moment, and he wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.

He comes ridiculously fast. He was already halfway there by the time he woke up, but it’s been so long since he’s had Dean’s cock in his ass, he can’t help himself.

“Missed me, did you?” Dean chuckles.

Ben nods frantically, begging, “Please, daddy, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” thrusting back to urge Dean on. And Dean keeps fucking him til he’s hard again, mouthing helplessly at his pillow, because he got used to taking more than one cock at a time back in Chicago.

“Greedy boy,” Dean murmurs darkly. “You been getting spoiled, huh? That’s alright, daddy got something for you,” he says, sliding something long and thick and smooth past his lips. Ben feels the shape of it out in his mouth, recognizes the taste of rubber – a butt plug. “You know what this is?” Dean croons, and Ben nods, sucking on it eagerly. “You ever been plugged before?” Dean asks next, and this time it takes a second before Ben nods his head again.

“Oh really?” Dean scoffs. “Well I know you don’t have any toys in here, so what’d you do? Use your Momma’s?”

Ben flushes bright red, too embarrassed to answer. A couple years ago, he’d found an old shoebox full of toys in the back of his mom’s wardrobe. The box was covered in a layer of dust, so he figured his mom wasn’t interested in them anymore, and Ben was just too fucking horny to resist.

“Yeah, your Momma’s got some quality stuff, huh?” Dean says, but Ben’s too fuck-happy to question Dean’s role-playing anymore, slavering and drooling all over the plug DEAN BOUGHT, JUST FOR HIM, as Dean thrusts it into his mouth in time with his cock. Ben’s moans become delirious, thankfully muffled by the rubber in his throat, and when Dean finally shoots off in his ass, Ben comes again, all over his already dripping sheets.

When Dean pulls out, he makes sure to push the errant dribble of his come back into Ben’s ass, before sliding the plug into place. And as Ben drifts back into unconsciousness, he feels Dean give the end of the plug an affectionate tap, murmuring, “Be a good boy for daddy.”

The next thing Ben knows, his mom’s walking into his room, waking him up for breakfast. He’s untied, thank god, back in the briefs he went to sleep in, but he’s still plugged up with Dean’s come in his ass, so he knows it wasn’t a dream.

It isn’t until later that Ben finds another empty beer bottle, under his bed, and he begins to wonder how long Dean was in the house before Ben woke up. Long enough to help himself to the fridge again? Long enough to maybe watch Ben sleep for a while, jerking himself off while he finished his drink? Long enough to find Ben’s socks? His lube? Long enough to work out Ben doesn’t have any of his own toys – too afraid his mom might randomly find them one day, the same way he found hers? …Long enough to find his mom’s “quality” toys?

He’s just turning that thought over in his head when he realizes there’s a piece of paper in the empty bottle. And when he opens it, he finds the name of a motel somewhere in Indianapolis, the dates of the next long weekend written underneath

(Uncle Crowley brings the nipple clamps…)

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After that, Ben wears the plug all the time – squirming around it in his seat in class – playing with in the bathroom at his part time job – discreetly thrusting on it while he’s lying around on the couch watching tv on the weekend, his mom pottering around doing housework

“You alright, honey? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine, mom.”

“I hope you’re not getting a fever, you’ve got that other college tour coming up soon.”

“It’s cool, mom. I’m not going to miss it.”

He’s not going to miss it for the world. He can barely imagine what Dean’s going to have in store for him that weekend. But he certainly tries to, every night, fucking himself on the plug Dean gave him, being such a good boy for daddy. And when the long weekend finally arrives, Ben squirms around the plug the whole bus ride to Indianapolis, every bump in the road jostling it so deep, it’s a miracle Ben doesn’t cream himself.

He could, if he really wanted to – his jeans are dark enough, his sweater long enough – but on a hunch, he’d slipped on something special under his jeans, something he hopes his daddy will like, and he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.

As it is though, by the time he gets to the motel, he’s been so hard, for so long, he nearly comes straight away – almost as soon as he throws himself into Dean’s arms, and Dean catches him, slamming him up against the door and grinding against his aching cock.

“Have you been a good boy for daddy?” Dean growls in his ear, reaching down to feel for the plug through his jeans.

“Yes, daddy. So good,” Ben gasps, thrusting helplessly against him.

Smirking, Dean reaches down between them to unzip Ben’s fly, still holding Ben up against the door. Ben doesn’t even have to brace his legs around Dean’s hips, his hold is so secure, and Ben whimpers at the show of strength. And then Dean’s hand is snaking down between Ben’s cheeks, pressing at the plug there, and he nearly comes again.

“What the…?” Dean says, abruptly setting Ben on the floor and yanking his jeans down. “Jesus Christ. Are those your momma’s?”

Grinning, Ben pulls off his shirt so Dean can see better.

“Do you like them, daddy?”

Dean doesn’t answer, but his eyes go so dark, that for a second they look entirely black. As black as the satin laced panties Ben’s wearing. And then Dean’s dropping to his knees, slamming Ben’s hips back against the door and mouthing Ben’s dick through the material.

“Fuck,” Dean curses, slavering all over the panties. “So fucking good for daddy,” he breathes against Ben’s cock, sucking and licking every inch of it until the panties are dripping wet. Then Dean’s picking Ben up again, carrying him over to the bed and dropping him on it, yanking his legs open to slobber all over his balls.

“I’m gonna RUIN these,” Dean groans. “Ruin every last part of you.”

“Yes, daddy!” Ben gasps, writhing happily on the bed. “Ruin me, please!”

Dean snarls, flipping Ben over onto his stomach and yanking the panties to the side, pulling the plug out of his hole. Ben scrambles eagerly to his knees, pushing his ass up and out and wiggling it in Dean’s face for good measure.

“Yeah,” Dean murmurs, tracingthe rim of his hole. “Gonna ruin you good,” he says, and then he’s burying his face in Ben’s ass, slavering all over his open hole. “Gonna get you so wet,” Dean says in between sloppy licks, “Gonna fill you up with so much come, your ass is gonna be wetter than a pussy.”

“Fuck!” Ben seizes, unable to hold back anymore, coming all over his momma’s special panties.

“Like that idea do you?” Dean chuckles, low and dark against his skin.

“Yes, daddy,” Ben pants into the sheets, smiling at the praise. “Come on, daddy. Ruin my hole,” he says, mustering the strength to wriggle his hips again.

“Such a good boy,” Dean croons, pressing his face against Ben’s hole again. And when Dean finally pushes his cock into Ben’s ass, it’s so wet and open and relaxed, Dean doesn’t even need lube to fuck into him.

Aaargh! Emergency bunk time. Brb.

It doesn’t take long before Ben starts to get hard again, with Dean’s cock driving into his ass, so good and hard and FINALLY. But it’s just when he’s starting to feel that first pulsing twitch, when Ben hears the motel door open.

“Hullo, boys.”

“Crowley,” Dean huffs. And when Ben turns to look, he sees the edge of Dean’s smirk, before Dean flips them over, pulling Ben into his lap and exposing him completely. “Right on time,” Dean smirks again, not missing a single damn thrust.

“Well what a pretty sight this is,” Crowley leers, approaching the bed and tracing his finger across Ben’s panties. “I’ve got just the thing to go with these,” he says, pulling a long, shimmery chain out of his pocket – with two shiny nipple clamps hanging off the ends. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Perfect,” Dean replies, fingers already pinching at Ben’s nipples. And until then, Ben wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this turn of events, but as soon as Crowley fastens the clamps to his hard little buds, he’s completely on board. His nipples aren’t usually very sensitive, so the small amount of pain he feels only serves to make him hyper-aware of the little buds, and it’s like they’re wired directly to his dick. In seconds, he’s fully hard, and as Crowley tugs on the chain, teasing him, his legs fall apart even wider, ass opening up for more.

The take turns fucking him all weekend.

Dean likes to take him in increasingly bendy positions, whether it’s hard or slow, telling him all the ways he’s such a good boy for daddy. But “Uncle Crowley” likes to sit back and let Ben do the work, pouring such lewd commentary into Ben’s ears, he could come from that alone. Occasionally they give Ben a break, plugging him up and putting him on his knees, idly using his mouth as they do mundane things like read the paper or watch TV. Other times they stick an empty beer bottle inside him, making him fill it up with their come so they can pour it right back into him later, keeping him wet and sloppy like Dean promised. But Ben loves it best when they take him at the same time, fucking his mouth as the other uses his ass, filling his ears with filthy praise as they egg each other on.

But it’s when Crowley starts saying things like, “You take it as good as your daddy does,” that Ben begins to wonder exactly what the two men’s relationship is. He starts getting the picture when he’s lying back across Crowley’s chest, come leaking out of his ass around Crowley’s cock and dripping all over the man’s balls – when Crowley hooks his arms under Ben’s knees, holding him open for Dean to see, and Dean promptly goes to his knees, sucking the cummy mess off Crowley’s balls. “Come-hungry slut,” Crowley growls, and Dean just smirks up at him, licking his lips like the cat that got the canary. And the next time Dean has Ben in that position, Crowley returns the favor, burying his face in Dean’s ass and eating him out with muffled groans of delight.

It’s insanely hot. In fact, it’s the best damn weekend of Ben’s life. And by the end of it, his ass is so loose and sloppy, Dean manages to fit his entire fist inside it. Ben’s laying on the bed, legs splayed open, squeezing out globs of come for them to play with while they argue over who’s going to fuck him next – when Dean just does it, easily, his fingers just going in and in until he’s wrist deep inside Ben’s hole, knuckling at that sweet spot that makes Ben come all over himself, cock untouched.

After that, they don’t argue anymore. They fuck him at the same time, easily fitting both their dicks into Ben’s hole, utterly RUINING him, just like Dean promised as well.

And the plug Dean sends him home with is much, much bigger than the one Ben arrived with.

Ben comes twice on the bus ride home, squirming around an ass full of come and silicone, ears still ringing with filth and praise. “You should be proud of your boy,” Crowley had said as Dean pocketed Ben’s ruined panties, “Maybe next time I’ll bring Growly for him to play with.”

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I think I'm done now. I'm SPENT! And I've left enough clues for you to imagine what happens next ;p