Trick , 20 , he/they ,, english is not my first language!
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Fandoms I write for: Supernatural , The Boys , Law and Order: SVU / Homicide: Life on the Street , any other Jensen Ackles or Jared Padalecki characters.
Who I write for: reader insert (m!reader and gn!reader) , i am open to writing for female characters x f!reader tho!! , also happy to write char x char or any other ship!
Other interests: I am also into Ethel Cain, Fall Out Boy (Emo Trinity in general), Sloths 🦥, FNAF and creepy 4chan/reddit threads deepsives lol
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Neues Konzept: Coffee Shop AU, aber es ist eine Romanze zwischen einem Le Crobag Mitarbeiter und einem Yorma's Mitarbeiter deren Geschäfte sich in einem Bahnhof gegenüber befinden. Rivalität und heisse Blicke...
was at a bar and a 50+ year old drunk white woman complimented me and my friend's outfits, told us there was a campsite up in northern maryland where a lot of gay bears go to have sex in the woods. we asked her how she knew about this and she very aggressively said "because i'm a FAG HAG!!! but i'm not allowed to say that anymore I GUESS!!!"
male!reader ,, manipulation?? ,, i literally have no idea how to describe this lmao ,, reader is emotional dependent on ben ,, no smut ,, angst????
Ben always wanted a son. A boy that would be like him, one he would love and cherish. Someone he would care about. A boy that would love and cherish him, emotionally independent on him forever.
Truthfully, he just wanted to prove to himself that he can be a good father. Better than his own old man.
He never got the chance of having children himself. But he had you. Very unsurprisingly, Ben almost had no friends. It was his own fault, even if he would never admit it out loud. The one thing Ben was good at, is driving people away. He's rude, he's loud, he can be the meanest man. A reflection of all the toxic traits a man could have. Hurting people firts was easier. Made him feel powerful.
Whenever he was surrounded by your family, he was the total opposite. Not completely. But there was something softer about the way he talked. With the same confidence but with a little less bite.
Your father was some old buddy of his. Maybe old military times? Not that you actually ever paid attention to their boring stories. As a little boy, all you saw was the heroism whenever you looked Ben's way. A great man who protects the people and your family. One day you would like to be like him.
And Ben adored you. Toothgapped smile, bruised knees and pretty, long lashes. The man spend much time with you. Going fishing, shooting guns, playing in the mud. All the things Ben would do with his own son. Doesn't actually matter what your parents preferred. He wanted to see you grow into the perfect picture of a real man. A man like him. Hardened, rough, proud.
Of course, he only taught you to be like that around everyone else. Arrogantly so, he wanted you to be the same soft and vulnerable boy you've always been around him. A special side, something only Ben would be allowed to see. Besides your parents. Who knows how long that will last anyway?
And you grew up so well. The little boy turned into an angry teenager. Bruised and bloodied, Ben would find you sometimes. Everytime he stared, raised brow but a proud smirk tugging on his lips. He didn't even need to say anything, no questions asked.
Each time you would grin, looking up at him, smug and shy at the same time. "You should see the other guy."
Maybe he should be worried. Guilty even. Your father complained to him about it, that all you do is go around and beat yourself up. To Ben's disappointed, your father didn't have the same views of masculinity as him. Which wouldn't change anything about this whole situation. Long time ago your dependency moved from your parents to Ben. He was the person you looked up to. He would be the only one you needed.
Ben's empathy for other people had been out the window a long time ago. Especially, if he wants something. You've not just become the child of a friend. You were his little project, his obsession.
The perversion came only when you actually looked grown. It's been years when you last spoke to your parents. Occasionally, your mother would reach out to Ben but he didn't even think twice about returning any calls. He never felt the need to explain why he took away their little son. You knew better than try and think about that loss of family.
Ben liked the way your face sharpened. He could still see the same features from years back. One way or another there was still a certain softness in his eyes. The man never planned on breaking you, he loved you. Maybe more than he probably should.
It wasn't just fatherly or parental to watch the way your muscles moved underneath your skin. You'd take off your shirt and all Ben could do is to watch the line of your back. It wasn't even arousal at first. Just wondering, how fast the time changed the smiling boy into a hardened man.
He saw the loneliness in your eyes, though. On the outside Ben had always been a ladies man, surrounded by people who looked up to him. He was the number one american after all. But as soon as he opened his mouth and showed his real side, everyone moved away in fear. It was a lonely life and Ben didn't know what else to teach you.
You would spit out the same horrendous things, be the worst version of yourself. Ben hated seeing it. But he knew it would be the only way to keep you here. He's the only one who understands you, the only one who takes care of you. The only person he ever actually showed affection, was to you.
Weirdly enough, he held you, whenever silent tears would slip from your eyes. You might be old enough to drink now but, truthfully, you were still vulnerable. Ben never actually told you how to stand on your own two legs. On purpose. He wants to hold you, let his fingers caress through your hair, with your head on his chest. His voice was vibrating against the side of your face, you didn't even actually listened to what he was rumbling. It was soothing nonetheless.
Never did Ben tell you to man up in moments like this. He would be worse, taking advantage of the vulnerability.
You would be even more attached to him, needy the affirmation and affection. Because who else did you have?
Rough hands would trace the lines of your back, fingers gently brushing your sides and stomach after you took of your shirt. There was a certain hesitation in your eyes. Was this wrong?
"Does it feel wrong to you?" Ben would ask, pausing when you wouldn't meet his eyes. He wanted all of you. Your life was already in his palm, he took everything he knew. But he never actually felt and tasted. Ben needed it, to consume you whole. He's a disgusting man but never would he want you to feel dirty. He only wants it when you do.
Your body moved by itself as Ben tried pulling away. The grin on the older man's face made you whine pathetically. You tried to convince yourself to say no and walk away. One way or another, Ben's hands on your felt warm and soft.
