hai everypony its me vin from twitter (@/blondemachine formally 7emcel RIP)! this is my official tumblr!!!!
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i’m pretty much going to be using this page to elaborate on some things ive posted on twt as well as write some original concepts and requests from yall. so yeah thats everything i think!
rn i write for supernatural (including wincest and weecest so if u don’t like that don’t bother me about it just block), the pitt, the boys, zero day, squid game, rjw and lbh characters, and a few other things i like so…yeah! also if u wanna request different characters from different pieces of media thats totally fine but beware if idk the character im prob not gonna write for them (or if i find them ugly (sorry)).
basic dni + anti proshippers, destiels, soldier boy yumeshippers, anti wincest, don’t interact just block.
i literally loveee your dean fics sm..i feel like i never see people write dead dove x reader fics with him. So for that you’re my favorite dean writer. <3
tyyyysm i started writing bc i also noticed no one would ever write dead dove x reader fics 😭 the reception to my stuff especially my most recent fic has been so positive so thank u guys for all the support it really means alot 🩷🩷🩷
i'm ur #1 fan btw i wish i could keep u locked up in and u would just have to write all day every day. that's weird okay but!!
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...
a/n— tysm i wish you could too!! 🫶🏼
18+
dean winchester is a pedophile. thats a fact. as a teenager he always liked his girlfriends a bit younger—you know, he was the creepy senior dating freshmen. but as he got older he just didn’t seem to grow out of it. so when he met you… his life changed. a young girl who seemingly got off to your age gap as much as he did? dean thought he had died and went to heaven.
the day you two met he regards as the best day of his life. he had gone to pick sam up from school as he usually does when he spotted you. “hey uh sammy? who’s that girl?” “oh um she’s in my trig class, why?” sam questioned. he knew his brother had a habit of picking up younger girls but he didn’t think he’d go for someone as young as you…
“go ask her if she needs a ride.” he said sternly. sam already knew where this would lead. “dean…” “now.” sam huffed and got out of the car. dean watched him approach you and point to the impala. he saw your cute little smile as you popped up from your spot and grinned. he was hooked.
you entered the backseat quietly as sam got in the front. dean quickly spoke up, telling you to switch seats with him. “dean!” sam yelled. “sam get in the back.” the man spit. so without anymore fuss sam did as he was told. when everyone was settled he quickly started driving, not even bothering to ask you where you lived. “don’t you need her address dean?” sam said snarkily. “well yeah but i figured we’d stop grab a little bite to eat first, what do ‘ya think?” he smirked turning towards you. “that sounds good.” you smiled softly. god, dean thought he could melt. your voice was so softly and syrupy sweet. and your body… jesus i mean you looked like something straight out of the hentai he’d watch on sam’s computer. you were so pretty too. dean would surely regret letting you slip through his fingers.
you guys arrived at some diner about 2 miles from the school. dean held the door open for you as you walked in, what a gentleman. you guys sat in a booth, you and sam on one side dean on the other. “so uh—sammy hear tells me you guys have what? trig together?” dean smirked. he had a sharp toothy sort of grin that reminded you of a fox; dark and cunning hidden in a inviting exterior. you thought it was the sexiest thing you had seen in days. he made small talk while sam rolled his eyes and you giggled. forget trig, i guess you could say you and dean had chemistry? thank you thank you i’ll be here all night!
dean quickly went and dropped sam off before taking you home. in the car you slowly started to make your move. “y’know dean… i’ve always admired guys like you.” “what do you mean guys like me?” he laughed, eyes laser focused on the road. “older guys. i mean the boys in my grade are fine but they’re not as cool as you, ya know?” you asked turning towards him. at that moment everything clicked for him. you were just as into this as he was. you hadn’t been giggling at his endless flirting out of discomfort… you wanted to fuck him.
“uh how old are you?” he asked glancing at you. “sixteen…but i’m really mature for my age! i swear!” dean laughed at your plea. truth be told, he didn’t give a shit how old you were, but he need a bit of deniability. at least he asked! a lot of guys wouldn’t.
“well… you are a bit too young for me but, you know if you keep things between us i guess we can get to know eachother. how does that sound?” he sighed sarcastically. dean wasn’t gonna jump in and fuck you off rip, i mean you are still a lady after all, but, he didn’t mind getting to know you a bit more. after all in the short time he’s known you, you just seem to get more and more perfect. honestly, you were his dream girl. even if you didn’t know it yet he did.
when he dropped you off he wrote his number on your palm. “call me, okay?” “pinky promise.” you grinned kissing his cheek. he tried to ignore the growth in his jeans after that but failed, palming himself through his boxers the entire ride home.
from that day on you were inseparable. it started small with daily phone calls after school and escalated to him picking you up everyday, and eventually sleeping over at his. even on days where sam wouldn’t go to school he’d still be there at 3pm sharp to pick you up. eventually he gathered the courage to ask you out. it was sweet really, he got a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a pink plush teddy bear with a note that said; ‘roses are red, violets are blue, can i spend my life with you?’ it was extremely cheesy but you couldn’t help but cry. obviously you accepted.
dean had never pressured you into anything but you could tell he was getting impatient. you had been together for three months at that point! it was weird you hadn’t even gone past kissing! you had asked him to pick you up saturday for your usual sleepover but this time you had something special planned for him. he thought it was a bit weird you were wearing pajamas when he picked you up instead of your usual clothes but he didn’t question it. you had asked sam to leave ahead of time so by the time you got to his house it was barren. at this point dean was a little creeped out, worrying you were some entity looking to kill him.
“hey babe what’s going on?” he asked a bit wearily. “well you know our three month anniversary is coming up so i figured i’d do something special for you…” suddenly understanding whats going on a smirk spread across deans face. “what kind of special?” he asked throwing you over his shoulder and rushing towards the bedroom. “i want you to take my virginity dean.” he almost came right then and there. “fuck.” he wasted no time pulling your clothes off only to be met with matching pink lingerie underneath. “fuck baby look at this tight little body… you gonna let me see if the rest of ya’s tight too?” he giggled. you looked up at him with your doe-like eyes and nodded.
dean sat on his bed in front of you. even sitting he was still noticeably larger than you. “get on your knees baby.” he said pushing your head down. you did as you were told and looked up at him for further direction. he undid his pants and pulled himself out. you had never seen a cock before but his had to be on the bigger side. he was so thick and long you could barely fit your hands around it. dean gasped watching your small hands grasp him. he didn’t think it was possible for you to get any hotter. “put it in your mouth baby, go ahead.” he guided your head onto his tip, watching the way you mouth enclosed around it. “fuck baby. lick the tip up and down just like that.” you did just that. after a few seconds you wrapped the rest of your mouth around his shaft as he gripped your crown. dean slowly started bobbing your head up and down and got increasingly more erratic with his movements. soon he was fucking your throat, using you completely to his disposal. you started gagging around him but he just kept going. he was so close, he couldn’t stop now. “shit, play with my balls baby fuck! i’m so close! c’mon you’re doing so good!” he groaned. you used the hand that wasn’t bracing yourself on the floor to grab his balls and fondle them. “fuck i’m gonna cum! keep going baby just like that!” he pushed your head closer to him. you could feel his tip throb against the back of your throat. soon your mouth was filled with a thick salty liquid, honestly it was pretty gross. “go ahead and swallow baby.” dean grinned. naturally, wanting to please your boyfriend you did.
“where’d you learn that? clearly it wasn’t your first time sucking dick.” he laughed. “i asked sam to show me some porn on his computer last week when i came… y’know… for research.” you said suspiciously. “you’re too young to be watching porn baby. little girls shouldn’t be looking at naughty stuff like that.” he smirked patting your head. “anyways do you have a condom?” “dean!”
been thinking about the after school special ep where dean goes "three of the cheerleaders are legal. guess which ones." 🤤🤤 he's so weird and pervy i need him so bad
had to get this off my chess cuz i saw a tiktok and they were all saying how gross he is but like oh that turned me on guess i'm weird... haha...
no ur so right and ik exactly what tiktok ur talking about 😭 they just don’t get it and thats okay
NOTES: well… I’m back and ready to talk about boyfriend
TW: age gap, power dynamics (mentor/mentee), taboo/inappropriate relationship, edging on smut but not quite all the way there, kind of toxic but open to interpretation, this is hot as fuck to me honestly
MASTERLIST
After the catastrophe that was Gunpowder being Soldier Boy’s sidekick, Vought thought having a girl might be better.
He wouldn’t get physical with his “joking around” the way he had with Gunpowder. For all the many flaws that made up Soldier Boy, he had standards—or at least the appearance of them. He wouldn’t rough up a woman.
Especially a pretty one.
And you were very pretty.
Better yet, you were older. Legal. Young enough to turn heads, polished enough to stand beside him without looking out of place. Vought’s newest darling paired with its oldest legend.
A protégé. That’s what they called you.
Not a sidekick. Not quite.
You had your own costume, your own interviews, your own fan clubs and magazine covers. But your star shined brightest when it was fixed beside. The new generation standing shoulder to shoulder with the old guard.
It would be good. Better.
A softer image for Soldier Boy. A glamorous new partnership. Proof he could mentor instead of maim.
Boy were they wrong.
Because Soldier Boy didn’t see a student when he looked at you.
And you certainly didn’t see a mentor when you looked back.
The first time he called you sweetheart in front of a room full of executives, heat rushed straight to your face. The first time he tugged you into his lap after a photoshoot like it was the most natural thing in the world, you nearly forgot there were other people still watching.
He was Soldier Boy.
America’s greatest hero. A living monument. A man twice your age with medals of honor and enough fame to blot out the sun.
And he couldn’t keep his hands off you.
How were you supposed to be ashamed of that? To care about propriety?
Let handlers cough awkwardly when you slipped out of his dressing room fixing your hair. Let publicists panic when he kissed your cheek on live television and laughed at the scandalized silence that followed. Let teammates roll their eyes when he called you baby in meetings and sat you beside him at the head of the table.
They all thought you were being taken advantage of.
If only they knew how often you climbed willingly into his lap.
He liked to leave you ruined in ways no camera could fully capture. Kiss-swollen lips carefully repainted before interviews. The ache of his hands branded high on your thighs beneath immaculate costumes. Lipstick smeared and hastily fixed while he sat back watching you gather yourself with that slow, smug grin. Thighs pressed tightly together beneath conference tables while he carried on through meetings, knowing exactly why you couldn’t quite meet anyone’s eye.
Your pulse would still be racing under stage lights because minutes earlier he’d had you pinned against the unlocked door of his dressing room, hand over your mouth to contain every needy sound you made while he took his time reminding you who you belonged to. Then he’d tug your skirt back into place, smooth your hair flat, thumb once over your lower lip, and walk you out, a guiding hand at the small of your back, beside him like nothing had happened at all. Sometimes he’d rest a heavy, gloved hand on your knee just out of frame, fingers stroking slow enough circles to make your breath hitch while reporters asked stupid, harmless questions.
Soldier Boy liked things he wasn’t supposed to have. You learned that pretty damn fast. The thrill for him was in the taking—the way your breath caught when he touched you somewhere public enough to be reckless, the way you still came when he summoned you despite having every reason not to. He liked having something young and beautiful at his side, something admired by everyone else but touched only by him.
And you, ambitious little thing that you are, like exactly what came with letting him.
The fame.
The access.
The way rooms shifted when he walked in with his hand at your waist. It wasn’t love that kept you there. It was hunger. His for control, yours for everything his name could give you.
You liked the looks. The whispers. The way respectable people pretended not to stare when his hand rested under your skirt at charity dinners. You liked the jealous glances from starlets and socialites who’d wanted him first. Liked hearing your name in his low voice meant only for you.
Most of all, you liked what it meant.
Out of every woman in America, Soldier Boy picked you.
And if it was inappropriate, if it was shameless, if it made board members sweat and reporters scramble and mothers clutch their pearls—
Do we think sam would fw A trans dude 👀👀 Like hes a college kid even tho hepokes fun at dean for fucking w jailbait but he’s lowkey a hypocrite 👀👀😊😊
i want to preface this with the message that im not upset with u or anything nonnie this isn’t a negative message im just using this anon to address something a few people have asked. guys i am not a trans man. im a transfeminine girl who has had a vagina for the entirety of my sexual career so i only know about the feminine experience and thats what i write about. while idm people reading my stuff who are outside of that demographic (like obviously non women can read my stuff it’d be weird for me to be against that) i just ask that you guys don’t request fics for transmasc readers because i really don’t want to offend anyone and its just not something i have experience with so i dont feel comfortable writing about such an important experience that ive never experienced. again if u wanna request gender neutral or fem reader stuff go ahead i just don’t wanna write for trans men and accidentally say something wrong or offensive im sorry. i love everyone who reads my stuff and supports my work duh i just don’t feel comfortable at this moment. maybe in the future i will be open to it and currently i would be open to working with a trans man to write a transmasc fic! but by myself i just don’t think im capable. if u wanna help me write something for trans men then pls lmk! but yeah again nothing against this anon ive just had a few asks for things of this nature so i figured id talk about it. 🩵 u all vin outie
I honestly don’t get why wincest hater say stuff like “but even the show said it’s weird/not canon!” a lot of fanfics aren’t canon and don’t need to make sense or be canonically accurate.. that’s like the definition of a fanfic
I promise you the fic you read about Dean liking cock and ball torture probably would get just as much hate by Dean as a wincest fanfic 😭
sure wincest might seem morally wrong but so would be liking slasher movies
what about something similar to your homelander post. But she is genuinely devoted to homelander. Like she is online preaching about him, red pill vibes. And some how she gets to meet him
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a/n omg this is literally me if homelander was real i love this.
18+
you were his biggest fan. you honestly worshipped him. The Homelander. a god amongst men. you had all his merch, you watched all his programs, and you even ran a homelander fanpage. you were devoted to him and only him.
you had a daily routine. you’d wake up and immediately open your phone to see what homelander was up to today. he had a special fan meet and greet today planned for noon. he sent out an email to 500 random new yorkers with tickets to the event and you were one of the lucky few. the event was only for “true believers” who were separated into one of two tiers. tier 1 (which was tier you were assigned) and tier 2. you were so excited to meet him. obviously you were going. you had received tickets 3 months ago when it was first announced. you opened twitter and made a post.
homelandersgf: OMG FINALLY MEETING HOMELANDER TODAY IM SO FUCKINF EXCITED AGGSSHSHJAJWHWHAVHAHB
— homolander69: fucking weirdo ur going to a meet and greet for a fascist murderer.
—— homelandersgf: kys snowflake homelander will smite you
you made a grwm tiktok to one of his favorite songs then said your daily prayers to john. you took the subway to times square where the event was being hosted. you unfortunately were running a bit late but with the line you should be okay. at least thats what you thought. when you finally arrived to the area it was being hosted all you saw was an empty street… well partly empty. you were confused what you were looking at until you looked down. thats when you saw it. the streets were covered in bodies; partial bodies that is. you had stepped on someones eye. you screamed and looked up to see him looking at you. it was homelander, hovering above the ground, eyes glowing red and pointed directly towards you.
you knelt down in the carnage and prayed. “dearest homelander, please know my love for you knows no bounds. my dear lord i devote my life to you, if you must sacrifice me for the sake of my own salvation so be it. i am yours my lord.” you opened your eyes and saw him glide towards you. he was even more divine in person. you could die now and it’d be worth it. you didn’t fear his wrath because you knew it was for the betterment of the nation. you felt proud that he’d be the one to kill you. “tell me child why aren’t you afraid?” he asked with a wicked grin. “because sir you are god. i’m grateful to die such a divine death for the greater good.” he was confused… why were you here? see, there were two meet and greets. there was one for “non believers” aka starlighters or anyone who dared to speak against him. that was the one happening right now. the ones who got tier 1 tickets were supposed to come later in the day after everyone was cleaned up. homelander decided he was gonna play your little game. “you’re a true believer aren’t you? well unfortunately you came a bit early! sorry about the mess sweetheart. see i had to cleanse the united states of the unfaithful— you get it right?” “of course sir.”
homelander groaned. you looked up and saw him hovering over you, with an unusually large erection. “come here. now.” you did as he asked. “god you’re so obedient. you listen to your god so well sweetheart. i think you deserve a reward for being such a good follower.” you slowly grinned. you couldn’t believe this was real. homelander was praising you for your dedication. he roughly pushed you into the pool of blood and gore beneath you. you felt chunks of flesh sticking to your skin and hair but you didn’t care. you laid completely still. he climbed on top of you, quickly fumbling with his suit to unsheathe his cock. you looked at it and your eyes widened. you had never seen one before, let alone one as big as his. he could hear your heart racing and smell the adrenaline rushing through your body. it turned him on that you were afraid, not because of him, but because you were a virgin…
when he entered your cunt he let out a loud whine. that confirmed it for him. you thanked god—or well… homelander, that you were so wet already because had you not been it surely would’ve hurt more than it did. john had thrust in and out of you, slowly becoming more aware of the fact that the blood coating his shaft was yours. “fuck.” he sighed. his hips stammered inside of you as he reached down to grip your throat. his extreme strength made the act far worse than usual. you slowly cried as he used your body. “what the fuck are you crying for? you should be grateful to be used by god.” he grit. “it’s not that sir. i’m just so grateful i can be of service to you.” you croaked through his grip on your throat. he groaned at your words as his pace became increasingly more erratic. “fuck!” he screamed. he had came inside of you. you hissed at the burn from his load mixing with the broken skin. he slid out of you and watched the pink mixture drool from your cunt.
⚠︎ — MDNI 18+. fem!reader, fauxcest (between reader and soldier boy + homelander and reader), voyeurism (homelander watches), slight incestuous themes (homelander watches soldier boy fuck you using x-ray vision), exhibitionism, p in v, male masturbation, dead dove
based on this.
“Your brother is watching through the wall, baby. Why don’t you put on a show for him? Show him how good dad makes you feel…” Ben rolls on top of you, positioning himself between your legs as he hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down to your mid thigh.
“Dada….” you mumble the sweet nickname you’ve given your father figure as he slides his length inside of your sticky core. It doesn’t take much for Ben to get you wet, all he has to do is raise a brow and press his body on top of yours and your heartbeat is sent straight to your pussy. The tip of his cock fucks into your cervix, bullying the soft tissue with each rock of his hips.
“That’s right. Your first word, sweetheart. I was so proud when you learned it,” Ben coos as he wedges his hand in between your bodies, his fingers finding the special spot that makes your back arch off the bed. He rubs circular motions, slow and calculated, only picking up the speed to match the rhythm of his strokes. Beneath him, you babble nonsensical words, sounding like a cross between gibberish and ‘more dad!’ as you try to focus on the feeling of Ben’s veins pressed against your wet walls.
“Your kitty is swallowing me up. Such a glossy cunt. You were made just for dad,” he mutters against your ear, the quiet praise still loud enough for Homelander to pick up on through the other side of the wall.
Homelander watches intently, his eyes fixated on the way his father moves around your body. He can’t help but notice his dad knows just how to make you squirm beneath him. As much as he feels that he should pry his gaze away from watching Ben’s length make your belly bulge from his girth alone, or try to refrain from amplifying the sound of your moans and the wet noises of Ben sliding in and out of your cunt, he just can’t stop. Why else would he have developed x-ray vision if not to watch his father fuck you until your juices puddle beneath your body?
John mindlessly moves his hand to his crotch, pressing and palming at his hardening cock. He sucks in a hiss through his teeth as precum leaks from the head. It’s wrong to fuck his hand to this, he’s more than aware, but when has he ever made the morally correct decision? It doesn’t take long to get himself there, the inside of his supe suit painted with his climax as he watches his father slip out of you, dad’s cum leaking down your thighs.
Later when he sees you, John can’t help but say, “You smell like dad, baby. Why don’t you let me have a taste?”
visiting big bro Kevin at college as requested by him and he wastes no time getting undressed when you show up to the frat house. no ones home and he wants to fuck in the living room, you are so anxious but you knew better than to say no to your brother. he’d persuade you “the guys wont be back in a few hours com’n” while he’s kissing your neck and hugging up on you he was already overpowering you even when really he didn’t need to do that anymore since he’s basically trained you to just take what he gives.
i keep imagining like he’s balls deep in you. you’re face down ass up and suddenly one of his frat buddies are knocking at the door like “hey i forgot my key… kev you in there?” and you’d try to get up but he’d force your shoulders back down your face smooshed against the couch cushions and you start to whine “kev someone at the door they’ll hear” he’s smile and thrust deeper hitting your cervix making you squeal “he won’t hear anything if you’re quiet,sis. lets play the quiet game like when we were young hm?” he spoke thrusting at an angle that made it impossible for you to be quiet but you had to you couldn’t stand the embarrassment youd feel if someone knew you were getting fucked by your brother kevin on the other hand wouldn’t give a fuck he feels invincible when it comes to your relationship.
the guy knocked again and your heart pounded harder. kevin leaned down and whispered “play with your clit for me” and you frowned “kevin…” “do it sis and dont make a fucking sound either or youll lose you don’t want that… you never lose the quiet game” you just whimpered and reached your head down to rub your clit making you squirm and he trusts got faster and sloppier he was about to cum and so were you you rubbed yourself faster trying to cum and be done with it. kevin let out the smallest groans obviously he didn’t want to win the “quiet game” he never did. he thrusted in deep and hard one final time his tip kissing your cervix as he came against it filling you up with his cum. you came around him at the same time spasming around him, you tried your best to stay quiet breathing heavily but not moaning it was finally over and you tried to get up and put your clothes on again but kevin held you tightly and rolled you over so he was spooning you. you sighed “kevin your friend is at the door!” kevin stroked your head “yeah and he doesn’t have a key hes not getting in any. time. soon … all because youre the best at the quiet game” he brought his hand down to cup your cheeks.
eventually he did let you get up and you quickly put your clothes back on and he wanted you to go out with him to lunch “can… i shower first?” he furrowed his eyebrows “no… my stomach’s empty fucking you is a work out sis” you sighed and just followed him out the door. you had to go the whole day with his cum dripping out your pussy and pooling in your panties and worse thing is kevin cums A LOT. he knows this he just loves tormenting you and seeing you uncomfortable and mildly embarrassed checking your pants to see if the cum bled thru thankfully it didn’t but if it did kevin would get a boner so quick.
I just know he goes crazy with his little sister, like she's all sweet and naive and he's just a sick SICK man. He cant BEAR the idea of losing her so he threatens her with like the SICKEST shit until shes too scared to leave.
Slurpppp oh im eating it up.
18+
when john brought you home your brothers were a bit confused. their mom was dead so where did you come from? they knew john had been dating a new woman for a while but where was she? and who were you? well john never had the guts to tell you that your mom had succumbed to the same fate as his ex wife shortly after giving birth. so what was his answer? divine intervention.
he had told you and your brothers that you were an angel sent to him by god, and while sam was old enough to believe it, dean knew he was full of shit. when sam heard the word angel leave his father’s mouth he knew that he would never let you go. i mean how could he? you were special. his very own angel, made to keep him safe forever.
growing up dean thought it was weird how clingy sam was. he was always picking you up and holding you which wasn’t that weird but it was when he asked if you two could start sleeping together when he had to step in. “dad you gotta tell sam he can’t start sleeping with her!” “i don’t know dean she gets scared at night i don’t see why not?” john brushed it off. honestly he thought it was good sam cared about you, it meant you were always gonna be safe with him. “he asked not her.” “dean he’s twelve and she’s six. i don’t know why you’re freaking out! do you remember how sam was at that age? always clinging to your side? stop worrying so much.” john didn’t see anything weird about your relationship, so in sam’s mind this was perfectly normal.
it wasn’t until you started going through puberty that things started to change. over time sam would start to give you less and less privacy. it started with him peeking through your door while you changed and escalated to you two showering together because as he says, it “saves dad alot on the water bill.” sam didn’t give a shit about the water bill, he just wanted to see his little sister naked. he’d “accidentally” grope you around the house and if anyone said anything he would feign disgust and call them a creep.
he loved to take you out to the mall or the movies and act like a couple. it’d freak people out to see him grab your ass and make you kiss him on the lips and then hear him refer to you as ‘lil sis’ 5 times within the span of one conversation. he’d spoil you with hundreds of dollars worth of too short skirts and crop tops, but only if you tried them all on for him later…
you thought it was normal for big brothers to act like this. you and sammy were always close and he was so sweet to you! dean only disliked it because he was jealous at least thats what sam told him. honestly it got pretty lonely when john and dean would leave on their hunts so sam would come home from stanford every weekend to see you. he’d tell you about his hot girlfriend jessica. it made you a bit upset hearing about her. i mean why would sammy even need her if he has you?
“so anyways, then jess came over and we—” “can you stop talking about this. i don’t want to hear about your girlfriend sam.” “what why not?” he smirked. he knew what he was doing. “because you have me right? why do you need a girlfriend when we can hangout?” “because baby,” he laughed. he found your jealousy cute. i mean of course you loved your big brother, you had never known anything else. “because why!” you screamed. you were starting to get upset. sam could see the tears pricking at your eyes and your scrunched up fists. he knew he had successfully won you over. “because baby, you and i can’t kiss, we can’t makeout, we can’t have sex… i mean thats what boyfriends and girlfriends do angel!” you had gotten so upset you stormed off. sam sat on your bed laughing hysterically until he heard the front door slam. his body went still.
did you leave him?
he chased after you all the way down the road. you didn’t have enough time to get far so luckily sam spotted you pretty easily. he grabbed you by your nape and stopped you. “sam ow!” “what the fuck do you think you’re doing!” he screamed. he was furious. “get off of me! go back to california with your girlfriend since you don’t need me.” you huffed. sam grabbed your shoulder and flipped your body towards him. “listen to me. you ever leave me like that again, i will fucking kill you. i will keep your little head in a fucking jar in my fridge, do you understand me?” you just stood staring at him in disbelief. “do you fucking understand me!” you silently nodded. you had never seen sam like this. he must really love you.
the next time sam visited he had shown up extremely drunk and unannounced. you heard an inconsistent knock on the door. when you opened it you smiled a big toothy grin. “angel! heyyyyy baby!” sam slurred. when he went in for a hug you smelt the liquor on him. “sammy are you drunk?” you asked bringing him inside. “a ‘lil.” he giggled.
you let him lay down on your bed while you finished your homework. “angelllll i love youuu sooooo much. so pretty!” he laughed grabbing your cheeks. he pulled your face closer to his. “i’m s—s-so glad my little sisters soooo pretty.” he whispered with a dopey smile spread across his face. “sam you’re drunk.” you blushed. sam had never really crossed the line with you. i mean sure he was a little touchier and clingy than most brothers, but it was just because he cared about his little sister!
but this was different. he closed the gap between you two. he had kissed you. nothing like the usual pecks he’d place on your forehead. this was hungry and adult. you didn’t understand what he was doing at first but then his tongue entered your mouth. you jumped up. “sam! what the hell! what are you doing?” “what i should’ve done years ago.” he slurred as he climbed on top of you. “sammy stop!” you cried. he had never been this way before. “shhh baby this is what big brothers are supposed to do. i need to teach you!” he pinned you underneath him and pulled his jeans down just enough to where he could free himself. “what about jessica?” you asked quietly. “fuck jess. this pussy’s more important.” he grunted as he made his way down to kiss your neck. you smiled. you knew he loved you!
when john and dean came home a few days later from their hunt they lost their minds. “fucking hickeys? who the fuck gave you these!” john screamed. “daddy calm down! nothing happened!” “listen girl! you better tell me who the fuck was in my house!” he yelled. dean sighed and stormed into your room looking for evidence. he rushed back out with a huge brown hoodie. “who’s fucking jacket is this!” he yelled. “isn’t that sam’s hoodie?” john questioned. with rapid speed dean turned to you. “oh hell no!” “what? whats going on?” john questioned. dean didn’t say a word he just ran to grab his keys. “where are you going?” you called out. “california!” he yelled slamming the door.
you and john stared at eachother. “you have five seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on before i get in that car and join him.”
homelander as that family friend that smiles in your families faces but comes to your room and fucks you everytime they let him sleep on the couch.
i refer to him as john in this | WORD COUNT: 2509 | REBLOGS APPRECIATED !
tw: smut, (double) noncon, age gap (reader is an adult), fem reader, somno, bleeding, physical abuse, public sex i guess but no one really sees so
All night he'd been staring at you; at dinner you'd be eating, and he'd be watching you so intensely. The way you opened your mouth so wide to get the food on your fork in your mouth made him think of you opening your mouth like that for his cock. You'd notice his stares and get super uncomfortable, looking around nervously, which aroused him. You were so cute and shy around him mainly because he was intimidating and strange and very loud….
Your parents let him stay a few days since his house is being exterminated. He wasn’t a bad guest until the second night. You were lying on your bed on your phone; it was like 3 am. Your door was open because you couldn’t bother to get up and close it even if you were thinking about closing it for 2 hours; you were too busy scrolling to get up. John went to the bathroom across from your room in the hall about 20 minutes ago to take a shower.
You didn’t really care as long as he didn’t move your stuff, so it wasn’t on your mind till he came out of the bathroom butt-ass naked and walked past your open door, his cock jumping with each step; your eyes went so wide. He knows you were going to still be awake; he did that on purpose. He only got a glimpse of your reaction; your wide eyes and slack jaw made him smile.
The next day you were sitting at the dining room table eating some cereal as your mom was messing around in the kitchen. John woke up a few minutes ago, sitting up on the couch, stretching and groaning when his back cracked loudly. “Wow, I'm getting old." Your mom laughed, and you just had a straight face. You didn't even want to turn to the living room. But you didn’t have to. He got up and made his way to the dining room table. "How'd you sleep?” he spoke, leaning with his hand flat on the table
you were silent for a few seconds “uhm… i didn’t sleep much…”
He made a fake worried expression. "Oh, young lady, you must get some rest if you want to keep that brain intact, hm?"
“Uhh, yeah, I guess I just had a lot on my mind.”
it was fascinating to him that you hadn’t told your parents what you saw last night; he figured you were perfect for keeping secrets…
The rest of the morning was so awkward you just wanted to get out of the house. You got dressed and were just about to go out the door. "Where are you off to?” your father asked. "Umm, just going to the mall…”
“you sure you want to go alone… there was an incident in that area a few days ago…”
you pursed your lips together
“I think I'll be fine…”
“No, no, why don’t you let John go with you? You could help him find a toy for his son too. "Why wasn’t his son with him anyway…
you tried to object, "Uhm—I"
“Ah, yes, I can take her…” john stood up and walked over to you, patting you on the shoulder
“you’re not dressed and I—I was trying to leave now…” you tried to find a way to have him NOT come with you
"Won't take me long to get dressed; I'm not a beauty queen” he gave THAT smile
“go ahead and get dressed, John; she can wait," your father said sternly
you sighed and plopped down on the couch as john made his way to his bag to get out some clothes then to the guest bathroom
Soon he came out. "Dressed in only 5 minutes; now let's go." he waved his arm towards himself
you let out a deep breath and walked out the door with him
"Have fun!” your father yelled
"We will," John smiled.
You sighed as you started the car, adjusting your seat since your dad had driven the car last, and he always put the seat back far too much.
"What's your problem?"
you just stared at him… Is he serious? You saw his whole dick and balls last night, and now you’re being forced to be in a car with him. What does he think your problem is? You just stayed silent, turning on the radio and driving to the mall. He kept trying to start a conversation the whole ride, and you gave lackluster replies.
When you arrived at the mall, he kept trying to speak to you as the automatic doors of the mall opened. “Look, I was trying to come here to get away from you; leave me alone!” you said before walking into the mall, leaving him behind.
After you were done walking around the mall, you called John on the phone because you had to drive him back home. He answered in a sing-songy tone, "Hellooo."
"Where are you?"
“by the bathrooms”
"Which… bathrooms?"
“the ones by the apple store”
"Well, can you come to the entrance?"
"I'm not done shopping. Why don't you meet me here? i have to go to this toy shop after i finish in the bathroom."
“uhhh… okay fine” you hang up
He smiled, standing by the bathrooms waiting for you
you walked up and you couldn’t see him so you just assumed he was still in the bathroom and leaned on the wall until he snatched you and pulled you into the bathroom with him
"What the fuck?!”
he covered your mouth, his hand taking up half your face covering your nose as well
“listen to me and shut the fuck up."
your heart raced, your eyes were wide and beginning to tear up, and you could barely breathe because his hand
"You're going to listen, okay… no talking back. When I take my hand off your mouth, don’t make a fucking peep, or you’ll regret it.”
you just stared at him
he took his hand off your mouth and you immediately went to scream. He slapped the fuck out of you, which made you shut up and rub your face before he turned you around, pressing your face against the cold tile wall
"You want to scream; I can make you in a way that's far more beneficial to me.” He kicked your legs apart and pulled your dress up and your panties down. He stroked your clit with his fingers, which did nothing. He sighed and pulled down his pants and boxers, his hard cock flying out like it was magnetically attracted to your cunt. "I guess I have to do it the hard way. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He pushed the tip of his cock inside of you with a groan. You squealed; he was so thick it hurt so bad, especially dry. He didn’t even spit on it or anything.
You just breathed heavily trying to get through it; his thrusts became harder and faster. The friction was unbearable, and you were sure you were bleeding. You were. John was staring down at more and more of your blood covering his cock with each thrust. It made him even more horny; he was so close already. You just cried, "It hurts! Please stop!” you whined. He slapped your ass. “I’m almost done. Quit whining. Don't rush me or I'll prolong it; I could go more rounds than one.” You just pouted after that; you didn’t want this to take longer than it had to. He gripped onto your hip and left tit hard, He thrust into you sloppily. He was about to cum; he pulled his hips all the way back and thrust hard into you one last time, pushing you fully against the wall as he came deep inside of you. He groaned, laying his head on your back. "You feel so good, hah…” he breathed out with a smile. He pulled out of you, some of his cum dripping out. He shoved it back in with his fingers and quickly pulled your underwear up. He pulled your dress back down and fixed you up. You were limp, so he had to help you out of the bathroom.
He ended up driving you home. Understandably, you were completely out of it; he had to walk you to the car, and you were limping. The concerned looks of others aroused him; they were all seeing what he made you into.
When you got home, you locked yourself in your room, not even eating dinner. Your parents were wondering what was wrong. John just told them some employee at the mall was really rude to you and you felt super down about it, and of course in this made-up story he says he told them off.
You just curled up in bed still feeling the pain in your vagina. You couldn’t bring yourself to go shower; you were genuinely drained. A few hours later you managed to fall asleep.
Around 2am, when everyone, including you, was asleep, John tiptoed up the stairs hoping for a second round. He couldn’t get the feeling of your cunt out of his head; he was so hard, why jerk off when he has the real girl right upstairs and this is his last night here… Might as well take you one more time.
He turned the knob to your door, only to find out it was locked. He smacked his teeth and looked around till he had the idea to go to your bathroom and use your bobby pin to open the door, which he successfully did. He walked into your room and closed the door behind himself. He crept towards your bed and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. He just watched you for a second before he finally went into action.
He pulled your dress up, revealing most of your body. He could see the bruises from his treatment of you forming on your hips and tits. He also noticed his cum from earlier seeping through your panties; it made his cock twitch. He pressed his thumb against your clit through your panties; you whined and squirmed in your sleep. He bit his lip; he can't get any harder. He pulled your panties down and put your legs on his shoulders. He pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. He started rubbing his cock against your cunt, covering his cock in your juices, which he was excited about because he didn’t get to do that earlier. He guided his cock to your entrance, pushing in slowly. You started to stir, waking up.
"Hm..." you whined, blinking your eyes open. You saw him and your eyes widened; he covered your mouth. "Shhh, be quiet. You know what happens when you scream.” You started to cry. You squirmed as he pushed all the way in. Why was he so fucking huge? You whined, hitting him, trying to get him to stop, but he just took your punches as he thrust into you, his head drawn back as he groaned, "Your pussy is perfect, you know that, sweetheart?” You didn’t answer; you just shut your eyes. He paused and moved to lift you up, putting you in a new position
he had you in the lotus position so he could move your body up and down on his cock and also see your face and make you look at him. it was such a romantic position but this situation wasn’t romantic at all, at least to you… To him it was extremely romantic. He placed his hands on your hips, moving them for you. You felt so disgusting. He lifted your dress up and over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room. In this new position he was so deep inside you, stretching you out again; all you could do was cry.
He looked at your tear-stained face and moaned; it turned him on so much seeing you cry. He licked along your cheeks, tasting the salty result of his actions. You just whimpered with an expression of disgust as he fucked into your soft body.
You were so in shock your door was locked. How did he even get in? Why is he like this? He kept grinding his hips down on himself and is now bucking his hips up too. He was so close; he gets close so fast with you. "You're a perfect young lady—I hope you'll... mm keep our secret so I can come back and fill this perfect cunt up again. You just moaned; it was embarrassing how this time your body did react to him. You were tightening around him; you were going to cum soon too.
You rested your head on his shoulder, tears still flowing from your eyes as you started to grind down on him yourself to cum and be done with this, which made him smile. "See, you like it. I know what's best for you… Aren't you lucky I'm doing this too, you… Who else could make you feel like this?" He put his hands behind him flat on the bed and began to thrust up into you erratically. You were basically being bounced on his pelvis. You cried out; his cock was hitting your cervix over and over. It was so uncomfortable but pleasurable at the same time. You started to feel a feeling deep in your tummy; each thrust brought you closer to orgasm.
It was like one of those carnival games where you hit the plate with a mallet and the ball hits the bell; he was hitting your bell over and over till it cracked. You practically screamed as you came. He quickly covered your mouth; as much as he loved your sounds, he'd like to be able to keep coming back and not alert your parents of what he's been doing to you. He kept on thrusting into you, trying to get off. The feeling of you cumming brought him closer. After a few more thrusts, he came with a stifled groan as he was trying not to make noise himself. He held on to you tightly, putting his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it, and licking your sweat.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart..." I’m done for today,” he mumbled again, and you just let out a squeaky sigh. He pulled out of you and lay you down on your bed. He curled up behind you.
He cuddled you for a few minutes, running his hands through your hair, occasionally sniffing it. "You were such a good girl this time…” You were just silent; you couldn’t speak if you wanted to. "Maybe next time I'll eat your cunt; I'm sure it’s just as sweet as you." He was getting a little hard again just thinking about it, but he wasn’t going to fuck you again tonight.
When he was done “comforting” you, he just went back downstairs like none of it happened; he was confident that you wouldn’t tell anyone.
cw: MDNI, fauxcest, reader is an adult, dead dove do not eat
- dad ben always spanks your bare ass over his lap whenever you get too close to older brother dean. if he catches dean peeking through the door during your punishment then he makes him spank you as well. of course dean's slaps are as light as possible but ben hands him a belt and tells him to use it on you until you cry.
- dad ben is the biggest perv ever, who always makes weird comments about the way your tits look or slaps your ass, especially if you're in public.
- dad ben who always has you on his dick. he makes you ride him first thing in the morning while you suck on his thumb. usually it's during family breakfast and dean just has to eat there while watching the both of you. "watch your whore sis squeeze my cock with that sweet cunnie."
- dad ben barely allows you to leave the house so older brother dean helps you sneak out to parties and it somehow ends up with the both of you making out drunk against a tree trunk, full of longing and desperation.
-dad ben is furious when he finds out and makes you suck him off until you throw up on his dick to get the alcohol out of your system. "look at you throwing up on my cock like a dumb bitch, should've listened to dad. cunts like you have no brain."
- older brother dean always gets in trouble with authority A LOT because that's his way of coping with his fucked up family situation
- whenever dad ben fucks you too rough, dean ALWAYS cuddles you and comforts you right after. he is also the one who takes care of you bathing you, feeding you, getting you dressed.
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