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i have a personal account i don’t mind sharing with moots so just dm me on twitter for it.

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.

soooooooo with that bye everypony bless up 🙏🏼

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.

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.

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.