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you can call me fawn or pup! won't be using my real name on this account, my pronouns are he/him, i write here and on ao3, my user there is micahbellenjoyer (rdr2 fans come to me wink wink), i want to write shorter things here to keep writing as i don't feel as pressured to make a full fic here lol. my main target audience is ftm/transmasc readers!! i wont write for fem readers or cis male readers but i will write for afab gender neutral/trans male readers <3
my main fandoms are: the boys, rdr2 and rdr1, asoiaf, akotsk, hotd, got, avatar (the movies), dune, supernatural, genshin impact, call of duty, etc, currently writing mostly for the boys and mostly for soldier boy, homelander and butcher! since i'm currently hyperfixating on the boys again lol, i AM taking requests so pls feel free to send me anything you want me to write as long as it respects my rules down below! also, i exclusively write for bottom and sub reader!! so pls no asks about dom/top reader, although i might write for dom reader with certain characters!! just ask me if i write for them with a dom reader :]
i will always use afab terms for the reader's genitalia unless im requested to do otherwise and even then i can refuse because as a pre-t guy that feels little to no dysphoria, that works for me, i ain't saying it gotta work for everyone, but this is my blog after all :]
pls don't ask for my real name, just call me fawn or pup like i ask! my hard no's regarding kinks and things i'm willing to write are: scat, watersports, period sex, top reader, not yucking anyone's yum but i genuinely dunno how to write those lol
my YES!!! list that i definitely will write:
- dom/sub
- fauxcest/incest
- puppy play
- praise
- degradation
- non-con/dub-con
- painplay (choking, beating, etc)
- mean dom chars
- dacryphilia
- age gaps
- and so much more lol! if u want to know if i will write your kink/idea, just check out my ao3, if i've written it before, i'll probably write it now <3
i don't really care for proshipping discourse lol but i do find it a bit weird and funny that so many ppl that have "pro ship dni" in their bio follow me bc...im a dark fiction blog, i write incest, rape/non con, large age gaps, grooming, etc, so yeah guys maybe im not the blog for u lmao
Seriously, though, your writing is so peak. I love it and I'm genuinely impressed by how fast you're working. And of course, thank you for feeding the Lucifer nation, forever grateful!! ♡
that was my reaction when i found YOUR blog !! it's so peak...and tysm !! heheh i love ur writing as well !! it's so messed up/affectionate...
lucifer nation i love u, i have to admit i've grown...more than jus' fond of him...
In times of misery, people always turn back to the Lord, no?
Word count: 1,5k
CW: Corruption. Manipulation. Forced dependency. Imposing religion. Fingering. Gentle sex. Penetration. Praise. Death of a friend mentioned. Depressed reader (Castiel's fault, though). Cas is messing with reader's head, etc.
Reader: No specified gender. No description of the reader. No use of Y/N.
Author's note: More corruption Cas with dedication to 🫐! I hope you'll like it!! ;P
Side note: No non-con? I'm growing soft and weak...
!NSFW! under the cut
Castiel has been watching you since you were little, making sure nothing happened to you. Still, he has never gotten personally involved until now — until you suddenly decided to turn into an atheist.
Naturally, as a devoted angel who was completely subservient to God, he was displeased with the turn of events. He gave you a year, still neither revealing nor intervening, waiting for you to return to the path of the Lord.
Nothing changed, however, and Castiel couldn't leave it at that; he decided to intervene. But he didn't try to do it gently, not entirely. No pleasant warmth, no feeling as if God were calling you to Himself. No subconscious need to go to church either. Castiel operated differently.
He knew that people most often seek God in dire circumstances. This pattern never failed.
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Your life began to become more difficult week by week. At first, it was small, insignificant things. You started sleeping less, waking up in the middle of the night for no reason. Headaches became a norm, and almost every day something would fall from your hands and you would end up with broken dishes and cut fingers.
At first, you just thought you were unlucky. Things happen, no? Just apparently more often to you than to others.
But then all these little things became a nuisance. You didn't know what was happening and why everything around you had chosen to be against you.
The breaking point was two weeks ago when you received a call from the hospital. Your best friend — the person who you loved and often laughed at your lack of luck with — died in a car crash.
It completely wrecked you.
You began to isolate yourself, practically never leaving the house. You cried a lot, almost every day, and at night you curled up in bed, wondering how much longer your suffering would last.
Castiel watched from heaven as you sank into depression, your condition worsening day by day. Exactly as he planned. Now it was only a matter of time until you finally thought to turn to the Lord for help.
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The next day, you crawled out of bed, sitting slowly on the floor. Your face was still streaked with dried tears from the day before. You were hungry, tired, and most importantly, completely hopeless.
Your eyes weakly moved over your room. It was dark, your blinds closed and the door shut. The only thing that stood out in the dim light was the cross hanging above the doorframe, you forgot to take it off and it kept being there, even when you claimed to be an unbeliever.
A certain kind of doubt started creeping up and your hands tightened involuntarily around your sweater. "I'm tired..." You murmured to yourself, pulling your knees up to your chest. "So, so tired."
"Why me?" Another whisper — this time with a hint of weary frustration. "Did I do something wrong?"
That particular question left your mouth repeatedly, each time more pointed than the previous one. You thought it'd fall on deaf ears — you were wrong.
"You did." A voice answered somewhere from behind you. You nearly jumped up, your head snapping to the side. A man was sitting on your bed looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
"Who—" He didn't let you finish.
"I'm an angel of the Lord," Castiel said quietly, looking down at your seated self. "And you, little lamb, started to follow the wrong path."
You blinked, shifting slowly to be able to face him. He was emanating this strange, comforting warmth, despite the fact that he appeared completely out of nowhere and should've made you start screaming instead of feeling relieved.
"That's not true." You tried to explain yourself, eyes suddenly avoiding his gaze.
"Your lack of faith suggested something else." Castiel hummed, slowly reaching out to cup your face. His touch was gentle and warm, it made you want to lean into it instinctively. "Why did you stop believing?"
You paused, not entirely sure yourself. Was it a phase? A moment of weakness? You had no idea, so you remained silent, feeling guilty and ashamed all of a sudden.
"It's alright, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." He whispered, brushing his thumb over your cheek tenderly. "God sent me to show you his love, not to scare you."
Something in your chest clenched. The memory of that call from the hospital was still fresh in your mind, after all. "So why is all this happening to me?" You found your voice again but it broke somewhere in the middle.
"It was a lesson," Castiel responded, still so painfully gentle it made your heart ache. "Lack of faith is a grave sin that must be punished, don't you think?"
"I—" You wanted to disagree or at least keep pushing but the angel interrupted you again.
"But now everything will be alright, my sweet lamb." He continued, slowly reaching his other hand out to you. "You acknowledged Him. You spoke to Him. You found faith again."
He was right. You did turn back to the Lord and he rewarded you by sending you an angel — it was beautiful and more than you hoped for.
Your eyes moved down to Castiel's hand and you took it. He pulled you slowly back up and made you sit next to him on the bed.
"Will everything really be okay now?" You asked hesitantly, still holding the angel's hand. His touch was warm and pleasant — grounding.
"Of course." He reassured you without hesitation, helping you to lie down on your bed. "He will watch over you now, and nothing bad will happen to you. You just have to trust me."
You nodded faintly in understanding. Castiel's words made you feel strangely safe and loved. He knew what he was talking about, you could feel it. He'd make sure no evil would come your way again.
You shifted slightly, letting him lower himself down as well, now behind you, with his arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your back securely against his chest.
You didn't try to push him away, in fact, you craved his warmth and the things he promised. Safety. Love. Protection. It was exactly what you needed after a whole year of misery, so you simply relaxed in his embrace.
"Let me take care of you." He whispered against your neck, pressing a faint kiss to your skin. "You deserve it after all the suffering you had to endure."
His hand escaped your waist then, trailing down to your stomach before dipping under your shirt. The angel started gently rubbing your skin, fingers skimming over the fabric of your pants —you didn't even flinch when his touch grew bolder — your own desperation made you melt under his grip instead.
"My poor, hurt lamb." He cooed while slipping one finger inside you, opening you up slowly and carefully. He wasn't impatient, not at all. He was taking his time to make sure you knew who was the one making you feel cherished. "So broken and all mine to watch over."
When you were already whining and squirming in his arms, Castiel slowly changed your position, now hovering over you while you were lying underneath him. He pulled your jeans fully down, sliding them over your knees before planting himself between your parted legs.
He freed himself from his own pants with one hand while pressing reverent kisses all over your exposed neck and collarbones, making you whimper and wrap your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to bring him even closer.
"So beautiful..." He murmured and praised while sliding slowly inside you. At first, it was just the tip, but then he started pushing forward, burying his cock deeper in your tight heat.
You moaned, head tilting back from the pleasure of being so perfectly filled and of course — not alone anymore. Castiel held your hips with both hands, thrusting into you with slow, purposeful strokes, your pleasure much more important to him than his own.
"Does it feel good?" He asked while picking his pace up, hips snapping forward faster yet not necessarily rougher.
"Yeah..." You moaned out, fingers digging into his shoulders when his cock hit that one, particular spot inside you that made you clench around his length involuntarily.
Just a second before he came, Castiel's arms wrapped more securely around your waist and he pulled you up and into his lap, burying himself impossibly deeper and coming inside you, filling you up with his seed.
You came barely two seconds after and went completely pliant in his arms, forehead falling against his shoulder. The angel pressed yet another, tender kiss, this time to the top of your head.
"You will never stray from the lord's path again, will you?" He asked, rubbing slow circles with his hand over your lower back.
"No..." You breathed out, still dizzy from the intensity of your orgasm.
"Good," Castiel murmured, tightening his grip around you. "I would hate to have to make you suffer again."
CW: Selfcest. Incest. Praise. Sam and Sammy do have sex in this chapter. Fingering. Age gap. Grooming. Dubious consent. Manipulation. Innocent reader. Corruption (kind of?). Kissing, marking, etc.
Reader: Male reader. No description of the reader. No use of Y/N. "Entrance" and "hole" as the only terms for reader's genitalia.
(To avoid confusion, Sam is being referred to as "Sammy", Soulless Sam is called "Sam.")
Author's note: Sam is kind of giving Meg!Sam, but still. Ugh, whatever. I need that!! (Part 2 dropping someday).
!NSFW! under the cut
Sammy had no idea how it had happened, really. Just a while ago, he'd been fighting his soulless version in a motel room, and now? Now he was being pinned to the bed, legs parted and his clothes off.
"We need to hurry up..." He mumbled between moans, hands clenching around nothing. "My— our little brother will be here in a moment."
Sam only smirked, a little too smugly for Sammy's taste. "That's a good thing, no?" He asked, tightening his grip on his soulful version's wrists. "Take your chance, Sammy."
"What is that even supposed to mean?" Sammy frowned, looking up at the hovering man over him.
"Come on..." He murmured condescendingly, thrusting into Sam with deep, purposeful strokes. "I'm you. I know what you truly want— what you always wanted."
Sammy nearly choked at that, his face flushing involuntarily from the sudden realization that indeed, Sam is him. Every single thought he ever had about his younger brother— about you —Sam knew it all.
"Every little glance at his ass." Sam teased, punctuating every word with a snap of his hips. "Every filthy, sinful thought you had about him."
Sammy nearly whined, turning his head away from his soulless version because he knew Sam was right. Sammy often thought about you in less than innocent ways, but he always refused to act on those thoughts. Sammy knew it was wrong to desire you, Sam, however— it was a different story.
"Oh! Do you remember that one time you took him shopping just to—" Sam started but Sammy didn't let him finish.
"Just stop already! That's our little brother. We saw him grow up, for hell's sake." Sammy's voice trembled. He was afraid of hurting you, of accidentally making you hate him. He'd never forgive himself.
Sam scoffed, the mean, condescending smirk still on his face as he fucked into Sammy with dark satisfaction. He knew Sammy would give in eventually. It was just a matter of time.
"You and your morality." He said mockingly, leaning down to nip on Sammy's neck. "Right. Better stick to fucking yourself, huh?"
Sammy whined audibly.
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Later that day, when you and Dean returned from shopping to the motel, you both nearly had a heart attack when you saw two Samuels sitting on the couch.
Sammy immediately explained everything, besides the sex, of course, and had to assure Dean five times that he would find a way to get rid of Sam. Dean simply looked like he wanted to strangle the soulless version with his own hands.
Talking to you, though, was much harder for your older brother. Sam stayed inside with Dean, and Sammy dragged you outside the motel for some privacy.
"Look, you cannot trust him, okay?" He said with worry written all over his face. "Always stay alert when you're around him— or even better— don't be around him at all."
"But why, Sammy?" You asked in a hushed tone, matching his. You truly didn't understand, because Sammy never bothered to explain. He just always said Sam was evil.
"He's a bad person, little brother. He's nothing like me." He said quietly, protectively, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "I'm worried he'll do something to you. Just please— promise me you'll stay away."
And you promised.
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It's been a week since you all lived together, and Sammy made sure you were never alone with Sam. Maybe it was because he was afraid Sam would try to do something to you, or maybe that he wouldn't do anything at all, just reveal what Sammy had been secretly thinking his entire life while pretending to be the perfect older brother.
Today, however, Sammy failed to find an excuse and was forced to leave you with the soulless version of himself. It was only supposed to be one hour, what could even happen in such a short amount of time, he thought.
Apparently a lot, because as soon as the door closed behind Sammy, Sam was already at your side, looking you up and down with cold, smug curiosity.
"So..." He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Sammy's really possessive, huh?"
"What?" You blinked, taking a step back, just to put some distance between you two. Sammy's words were still lingering in your head, after all.
"Well, this whole stay away from him thing," Sam said and leaned against the kitchen counter. "He's afraid that I'll be the first to do what he's wanted to do for many years."
You took another step back, the mere tone of his voice was making you feel uneasy. "Be more specific." You demanded weakly.
"Sammy wants you, little brother," Sam said with mock sweetness and took a step forward. "He's always wanted you, ever since you first sat on his lap. Ever since you first called him big brother."
You remained silent, not wanting to believe him at first. Sam, however, didn't stop at that. He lowered himself onto the couch before reaching for your wrist— too quick for you to be able to react— and you found yourself in his lap.
"Sammy's too good to take what he wants..." Sam continued, almost condescendingly, bringing his hand to your thigh. "But I'll prepare you for him, hm? Get you all nice and ready."
"Don't—" You tried to wriggle out of his grip but it was pointless. Sam was too strong, his one arm tightly wrapped around your waist and keeping you in his lap.
"Don't you want to make your big brother happy?" He hummed and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent shamelessly. "He raised you. He gave you everything. Now he wants one thing from you and you're refusing?"
You swallowed thickly, watching the way Sam's hand moved up your leg. His touch was gentle, too gentle for someone who was supposed to be soulless, yet his words were pointed. You felt strangely guilty for never giving Sammy what he apparently needed.
"I...I didn't know." You admitted weakly, pressing your legs together when Sam's fingers brushed over your inner thigh.
"Shh, it's alright. We'll give Sammy what he wants, yeah?" Another kiss, this time pressed to your jaw.
You squirmed in Sam's lap when his hand slipped under the fabric of your shorts, teasing right above the waistband of your underwear. You felt even more uneasy when his fingers started rubbing you through the thin fabric, slow and careful at first, then turning bolder.
"Sam—" You whined quietly, shifting a little in his lap, as far as his hand around your waist allowed you to, that is.
Sam ignored your whimpers and instead pushed your underwear aside, his finger skimming over your slick entrance. "Wet already, aren't you?" The mocking tone returned, especially when he saw how responsive you were.
He pressed yet another kiss to your neck, watching you squirm and wriggle in his lap when he finally pushed his finger inside you. Slow, at first, curling and stretching you open, savoring the way your cheeks flushed and eyes went a little wider every single time.
"Oh, he'll love that." Sam grinned and sank his teeth into your skin, not too deep but not completely gentle either. A moan slipped past your lips which only spurred the soulless version of your older brother on.
Then came another finger, the intrusion unfamiliar and painful, even though Sam was visibly holding back, for whatever reason.
"You can take it, right? For Sammy?" He asked, curling both fingers inside you while leaving another mark just above your collarbone. The sensation of being filled wasn't fully unpleasant, despite the initial pain, and soon enough you were clenching around his fingers and moaning into his shoulder.
Sam held you in his lap, still uncharacteristically gentle, and when the first orgasm crashed over you, he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing the low moan that left your mouth.
The hour passed rather quickly, Sam didn't even try to overstimulate you. No. He wanted you to be somewhat conscious when Sammy returned. So instead, he moved you to the bed in the corner of the room, pressing another kiss, this time to your forehead.
"And when Sammy comes in, what do you say?" He asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his hand curling teasingly around your still trembling thigh.
"I want to make big brother happy." You mumbled, looking at the soulless version of Sammy through half-lidded eyes.
Not dramatically like Castiel — no rebellion, no grand defiance. Just a quiet angel who had asked one too many questions about free will and humanity. Heaven had cast you out without ceremony. You landed in a wheat field in Kansas, wings shattered, grace flickering, and utterly alone.
Sam found you first. He brought you back to the bunker, wrapped you in blankets, and spoke to you in soft, careful tones. Dean was wary at first — another angel, another complication — but something in your wide, trusting eyes and hesitant silence made him soften.
You were nothing like Castiel. No sharp wit. No awkward sentences. You spoke in short, halting sentences when you spoke at all. You listened more than you talked. You followed Dean around the bunker like a lost shadow, eyes wide with quiet wonder at everything he did. You trusted him completely, instinctively.
He was the first human who felt safe.
Dean noticed. He noticed everything about you.
He started small. A hand on your shoulder when you flinched at loud noises. Bringing you coffee the way you liked it — sweet —, sitting with you in silence when the weight of Earth became too much. He called you “baby” or “angel” in that rough, affectionate way that made your chest feel warm.
You learned to trust his hands. His voice. His presence.
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One quiet evening, the three of you were in the main room. Sam was researching on his laptop. Dean was sprawled on the couch, beer in hand. You sat on the floor between his legs, a typical thing you had learned to do out of instinct, leaning back against his thigh, your head resting on his knee. You felt safe like this.
The TV played an old movie. Two humans kissed on screen — slow, deep, full of longing. You watched, head tilted.
After the scene ended, you turned your head and looked up at Dean. Your voice was soft, hesitant as it only got when you felt you were asking something basic to humans.
“Dean— would you… kiss me?”
The room went still.
Sam’s fingers froze on the keyboard. Dean’s beer bottle paused halfway to his mouth. His green eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck.
“What?” Dean asked, voice rough.
You blinked up at him, innocent and trusting. “Kiss. Like in the movie. Would you?”
Dean set the beer down slowly. His hand came to rest on your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. “Where’d you learn about kissing, angel?”
You glanced at Sam, then back to Dean. “Sam showed me. Another movie. Two people kissed. It looked…nice.”
Sam made a choked sound. “I was just explaining human customs. I didn’t— I wasn’t—”
Dean’s jaw tightened for a second, a flash of jealousy in his eyes. But you reached up and touched his wrist gently.
“Not like that.” You whispered. “Sam just explained kissing to me, but I…I wanted to ask you.”
Dean exhaled slowly. The jealousy faded, replaced by something darker, hungrier. He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
Sam was out of the room before you two realized it.
“You mean it?” He asked, voice low. “You want me to kiss you?”
You nodded, suddenly shy. Your ears burned. Words became harder. “Yes. I— I trust you. You’re…safe. I want to know what it feels like. With you.”
Dean’s eyes softened, but the smirk returned — teasing, a little mean. “Look at you. All flustered and stuttering. My shy little angel.”
You squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flaming. “Dean— please…”
He pulled you into the couch, then leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away. When his lips finally brushed yours, it was gentle at first — warm, careful. You made a soft, surprised sound and kissed him back, or at least tried to, clumsy and eager. Dean groaned quietly and deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours.
You melted.
Your hands fisted in his flannel as you made small, wounded little noises against his mouth. Dean pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark.
“You like that?” He murmured, voice patronizing and sweet. You nodded. “Yeah, baby? You like me kissing you?”
You whimpered, nodding frantically again. Words failed you completely. You were fully non-verbal now — just soft whines and needy sounds. You shifted in his lap, half-straddling his thigh, grinding shyly against the firm muscle.
Dean chuckled darkly. “Fuck, look at you. Already humping my leg like a desperate little thing. So innocent and yet so needy.”
He pulled you fully into his lap, guiding your hips to roll against his thigh. You buried your face in his neck, whimpering and grinding sloppily, messy and uncoordinated. Your slick was already soaking through your pants.
Dean’s hand stroked your back, cooing mockingly. “That’s it, angel. Grind on me. Make a mess. You’re so cute when you’re all overwhelmed. Can’t even talk, can you? Just— Just making those pretty little sounds for me.”
You whined louder, hips moving faster. The friction against your clit was perfect. Dean’s other hand slipped under your shirt, palming the scars on your vessel’s chest.
“So good for me.” He whispered, kissing your ear. “My sweet, trusting angel. You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?”
You nodded desperately against his neck, grinding harder, tears of overwhelm slipping down your cheeks. Dean groaned at the sight.
“Look at you crying already. Such a sensitive boy. Come on, baby. Come for me just like this.”
His words, the patronizing tone, the gentle mockery — it was too much. You came with a broken, wounded sound, shuddering against his thigh, slick soaking through your clothes. Dean held you through it, stroking your back and murmuring soft praises mixed with teasing.
“Good boy. So pretty when you fall apart. My shy little angel.”
You trembled in his arms, shaky and clingy, face hidden in his neck. Dean kissed the top of your head, holding you close.
“We’ve got all night, baby.” He whispered. “And I’m nowhere near done teaching you.”
Fawn I’m hungry bc I fell asleep before I could eat dinner last night but right now it’s 3 am and it’s inappropriate to try and make burgers. And I’m hungry</33
its never an inappropriate time to make burgers!! i say you give it a try...
This is my first time doing a request so forgive me in advance if it sucks 😅
But could I request a Ben x male reader who like rarely gets mad about stuff but finally snaps at something silly/not that serious? (Like a video game, something on a show, or something along those lines) And when the reader starts to get really fired up Ben realises ''oh shit, thats kinda hot'' and when the reader gets more angry he gives them a way to calm down a little?
Completely fine if you ignore this btw, but either way... Love your fics and keep being awesome 🫡
haiii!! i actually really like this concept, rip ben you would've loved seeing your partner mad as hell...i think he's definitely the type of guy to find that hot lmao specially when reader is supossed to be a calm dude...will work on smth with this idea :3 and tysm!!
i luved the soldier boy rut fic !!!! the way u write ben is so good !!! hes literally 1 of my fav characters evr lolz
my idea is that the next fic is a continuation of that 1 ? im rlly obsessed with that idea (≧▽≦)
like maybe its reader whos in heat now and hes hiding away from ben cuz of how strong and dominating bens scent is 2 him and reader js wants 2 wait it out
ben eventually sneaks into readers penthouse and breads reader out of annoyance of reader avoiding him and also cuz of readers scent of their heat !!! (◕ᴗ◕✿)
-(ur demi-human luving) 🐇 anon
hello!! i rlly like this idea as a continuation hehheh yummers will be working on it
ive been so busy for the oast few days💔 but HOLY ive been able to read ur fics from time to time,,, and thank you so much! they're so good, bangers as usual 🙏 keep it up, fawn!
Haiii I've been obsessed with your writing for ages its so good its so nice to see ftm reader for the fandoms you write for whenever I went searching before your blog there was like two now I am well fed 🥹
Would it be possible to write something with Butcher, Homelander and reader? Maybe reader is Homelanders helper and he finds out that you're in a relationship with butcher, gets jealous and fucks you in butchers room maybe? And then butcher comes home and whatever happens next
Love your work keep it up and remember to take breaks! Thank youu <3
hai hai ! and thank u so much hehe glad u liked my writing <3 and sure sure!! i love that idea, havent actually posted any of my butcher fics so this may be da one...and tysm again !!
Homelander finding Ben’s mindless lil pup (from the dubious moral fic you did of Ben with mind fucked- nonverbal reader) maybe he steals reader from Ben, maybe they fuck him together.
i think they should share...father n son activities!!
