#lube was a main character on supernatural

[strawlessandbraless]

POV: You’re on the set of Supernatural

[lincolndjarin]

Oh Honey. ✩ Chapter 4

chapter four : painting the roses red

series masterlist ao3 kofi main masterlist

a/n : omfg im so sorry for how long this took to get out, with finishing another a fic and the holidays ive been swamped and this chapter was a bit of a monster (haha) so it took a lot of writing and rewriting but i'm relatively pleased with how it turned out. i hope y'all enjoy the penultimate chapter of oh honey!!

pairing : monster!joel miller x mortician!reader

rating : 18+ mdni - explicit content, read all warnings

word count : 11.7k

summary : feeling are hard, especially when your boyfriend is a blood thirsty monster and you’re supernaturally attracted to him.

warnings, etc. : dead dove do not eat, angst, graphic violence, language, smut, joel and reader are both not in good headspaces, dubcon (reader & joel are compelled to be together, all sexual acts are consensual but there is a uncontrolled attraction between the two characters), fingering in every sense of the word, joel is real beastly in this, spit kink (so much spit guys), oral m&f receiving, monster sex, vaginal&anal penetration, double penetration, body horror, rough sex, tit fucking, thigh fucking, cock warming, cum eating, size kink, period sex, blood drinking, gore, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, you know how joel has a big dick in every fic? what if he was literally 8 feet tall and an actual monster? that's how big his dick is in this, somnophilia, spit as lube, i'm making a lot of stuff up regarding vaginal&anal elasticity, biting, marking, death, readers hair is long enough to pull, i'm probably missing tags cause this chapter is a lot but tldr - joel is a monster with a monster cock and he's putting it in all sorts of places. this is a monster fucker fic - proceed accordingly

“Joel…” You give him a wary look as he bares his teeth at you, a low rumble starting in his throat as your instincts kick in. “Joel!” You yell like you would if you were scolding a dog and he freezes in place. 

Your head is fuzzy and you can only hope that his is as well. That supernatural attraction you have for him suddenly feels as if it’s increased tenfold. 

He doesn’t just smell good anymore. He has an aura now, the air around him is heavy, like you’re breathing in water. The scent of it is thick with lavender and peppermint, it’s a fresh and earthy smell that makes you want to inhale deeper. 

You want to touch him, taste him. His skin looks so smooth like this, pulled taut and tight, you have to fight the urge to run your fingers across it just to see if it’s as silky as it looks. You want to grab him by the antlers and hold him in place so you can just breathe in the floral smell of his breath. 

He hovers above you, unmoving as if waiting for a command. His large glassy eyes give you a curious look and you take the opportunity to sit up a bit straighter. 

He’s scratching the hardwood. 

It’s the silliest detail to focus on but Joel clearly loves his home, he takes such good care of it and the last thing you want is for him to accidentally destroy it in this state. So you do the only thing you can think to do on such short notice. 

“Let’s go to bed Joel. I’m tired.” You get to your feet extremely slowly, he backs up enough to let you stand. Practically purring when you hold your hand out, he reaches his out to meet yours. Your entire hand fits in his palm so you just take one of his fingers, wrapping your hand around it as you lead him down the hall. When you open his bedroom door he rushes in excitedly, curling up on the mattress in the middle of the room. 

You reach up, turning the overhead light on but he immediately flinches, snarling as you quickly turn it off. 

“I’ll- umm, go get a lamp.” You turn to leave but a large hand grips your waist. You put your hands over it, carefully peeling his fingers off of you. “I’m just going to the living room… I’ll be right back.” He huffs. You feel his exhale on your back as you hurry out into the hall. Your stomach churns instantly. 

It’s hard to be away from him under normal circumstances but just being in a different room now makes you want to hurl. 

You move swiftly. Unplugging the first lamp you find. 

You should run. 

The smart thing to do right now would be to grab his keys off the counter, get in the truck, and call Tommy. 

But is that what you really want? 

You’re trying to think of any reasons you have to not be with Joel but your mind is so cloudy, you can’t recall a single thing. 

So you take the lamp back to his room. Plugging it in, dimly illuminating the room before shutting the door. 

Your body isn’t sure what to do. 

You’re afraid. More afraid than you’ve ever been. But also disturbingly aroused. He sits on the bed. If he had a tail you’re certain it'd be wagging. He looks so excited. How much of him is still Joel? Certainly not all of it, it seems like him but… beastly? He doesn’t seem to understand boundaries or human etiquette in general. 

But his eyes are Joel’s. 

It’s all of Joel’s personality traits with absolutely zero inhibitions. 

Once the lamp is plugged in and on he makes his way to the edge of the bed before reaching forward, one talon hooks onto your shirt collar. He tears through it, dragging you forward as you stumble into his lap. 

“You’re sleepy?” He grumbles. You nod frantically and he tosses you down onto the mattress. You land with a soft thud. You can add ‘not aware of his own strength’ onto the list of things you know about Joel in this form. 

He’s got a single pillow and a thin sheet. You lay your head on the pillow but have no time to grab the blanket as he lays down beside you, his entire body curled around you. 

Your face is pressed into his chest and you get a chance to inhale his sweet scent. 

It goes straight to your core. 

It feels like you must be gushing at this point. 

You decide to turn around. It doesn’t cross your mind to not turn your back on him until it’s too late. He grabs you, pulling you flush against him. His talons scrape across your clothes. Every slice has you wincing, you’re waiting to see blood but he’s careful. 

He never so much as nicks you. 

You remain unmoving through the process only watching until he begins to peel your clothes off of you until you’re in your underwear which he immediately makes quick work of. 

Okay. 

You're naked in bed with your monster boyfriend, what could go wrong?

“Pretty.” He speaks in a low bellowing tone. 

“Thank you, Joel.” You whisper back. “You’re pretty too.” He only exhales sharply in response. You go ridgid immediately when he slowly traces a claw up and down your stomach. When his hand begins dipping lower you instinctively recoil, thin scratch lines follow his movements, but he’s careful to not ever break the skin. “Not there-” He holds a hand in front of your face, letting you watch as he retracts it back into the skin, his maw nuzzling into the back of your neck as he does. You take his hand in both of yours, inspecting his fingers, seemingly no longer sharp but you’re still apprehensive. You hold him close to your face in an attempt to keep him away from your most sensitive bits, not wanting to take the risk of having your insides torn to shreds. He bumps an uncoordinated finger against your chin instead, poking at you until you apprehensively open your mouth a bit. Immediately he takes the opportunity to push a thick, gangly finger past your lips. 

You inhale sharply but you can’t help yourself as you run your tongue along the digit, his skin tastes like sugar cookies and before you’re even aware of what’s happening you’re completely lost in the taste. 

His fingers have practically tripled in size and as he tries to push another finger into your mouth your jaw aches at the stretch. 

“Ole-” Is all you can mumble out as he scrunches up tighter around you, your throat constricting around him as he probes deeper. Could he break your jaw like this? He definitely could, you’ve seen first hand what kind of violence he’s capable of yet for some reason you don’t push him away, he’s being careful eith you. 

Slow and methodical as he rests his head atop of yours he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth. It’s sort of like a blowjob. If you were blowing two boney dicks. It’s only a matter of seconds before you’re salivating wildly at the taste, your chin slick with drool as he watches each motion intently, slowing when your eyes begin to water. 

“So, so pretty.” He withdrawals his fingers, sucking them into his own mouth before languidly letting his tongue drop out of his maw, licking up the spit from your chin. You’re gasping faintly, his tongue is hot silk on your lips as he slides the appendage into you. The sound is obscene as he runs his tongue along the inside of your cheeks and across your teeth, tasting every single inch of you that he can reach, and he reaches pretty far. You gag when he pushes in deeper, his jaw practically wrapped around yours as delves deeper. Finally you retch when his tongue slides into your throat and he withdrawals, licking any remnants of your saliva from your lips before staring at you with a satisfied look.  

“Sleep?” Even when he whispers it feels like he’s shaking the very foundation of the house.

“Yes Joel, we should sleep.” Your voice is already raspy from the brief interaction. He picks the blanket up between two talons, pulling it up over you before wrapping himself around you entirely, caging you against his chest and between his arms. 

You should be afraid, you should be absolutely appalled by everything that’s just happened but you’re tired. You’re so, so, tired and Joel is warm. And he’s safe, no one and nothing can hurt you here with him. 

You haven’t slept well in ages. 

And he smells so nice.

When his breathing slows and the large expanse of his chest heaves you shut your eyes, unable to find the energy to do anything else.

You wake with a start when Joel bumps his face against yours, when you open your eyes he’s staring at you rather nervously, a slight anxiety behind the darkness of his eyes. 

“Are you hungry?”  He mumbles, knocking a few items towards you on the bed. You stare at the bottle of water and poorly constructed sandwich, the bread squished and torn. You can’t help but smile at the gesture.

“Thank you.” You sip at the water before eating the messy sandwich, it isn’t terrible, and he clearly made an effort. You stifle a laugh at the thought of him in this state maneuvering around the kitchen. He sits patiently beside you, occasionally scratching at his antlers until you’re finished. Once you’re taken care of in that regard he makes a hushed whining noise that has your head turning in an instant. “Are you okay?” It almost sounds like he’s in pain as you scoot towards him, keeping the blanket held up against your chest to maintain some sense of your modesty. He nods, almost looking bashful as the parts of his face that are still intact blush red. 

“Can you sit with me?” He motions towards his lap as you nod, moving to sit between his legs with your back to his chest. His hands go to touch you but he stops himself hovering above you until you nod. 

“It’s okay, you can touch.” You’re less nervous now that you’ve had him in your mouth, certain he isn’t going to tear into you. And with that his hands pull down the blanket. He tosses it aside as he pushes your legs up onto his, spreading you wide open as he rests his head on your shoulder, inhaling deeply. He makes sure you can watch him retract his claws before he tilts his head forward before letting a thick line of saliva fall down his tongue onto your breasts, watching with heavy breaths as it falls down your body until it crests above your mound. With a sharp inhale you can feel him drip along your seam. Once it’s where he wants it he happily glides his fingers across your core, rubbing his spit in, before you’re even a little ready for it he your entrance, pushing a finger into you as the air is punched out of your stomach by the suddenness. He leans forward to get a better view as your pussy sucks him in. 

You’re dizzy. Drunk purely off of his touch as you lean back to rest against him as he pushes further till you’ve taken his entire finger. Delicately, like you might break, he fucks you with the digit, it isn’t until he begins moving in and out that you see the mixture of slick that pouts out of you like a fountain. Some of it’s his spit but the rest is an intricate design of reds, pinks, and whites. You hadn’t even remembered you were on your period, everything has been such a whirlwind. 

He doesn’t seem to mind getting his hands dirty. If anything the sight of blood seems to egg him on as he speeds up, opting to curl his finger every so often to press the spongy nerves there that make your ankles dig into the mattress and your back arch off of him. Your stomach tightens with every press of the tip of his finger against your insides. 

“Joel- oh my god, Joel please.” You ramble a messy chant of his name as his other hand glides down your torso. He barely even has to ghost his fingers over your clit to make you lurch forward, seeing stars as he holds you tight. Your walls tighten around him as you come with a choked up cry. 

The second you come you don’t even have a second to breathe before he’s lifting you up by your hips, squeezing to maneuver you so you’re flat on your back and held up by your ankles

“Joel!” You yelp in surprise but you're silent the second he reaches up to put his finger into your mouth, your tongue melting against his skin, reveling in the taste of the mixture. The sharp tang of your own fluids is present but they’re overpowered by the traces of his saliva. Your eyes shut as your hands grab his wrist, sucking him clean in the process. It’s warm, like how scotch would go down but it tastes like maple syrup and you just can’t stop. 

You want more. More Joel, as much as he’ll give you. You grip his finger with your lips as he removes it with a faint pop, settling down by your legs. His crooked spine curls up even when he lays on his stomach like this. In any other instance you’d feel self conscious of the way he examines your most intimate areas in the lamp light but you’re too blissed out to care. You start to prop yourself up to look down at him but just as you do he starts touching you again. You collapse down onto the mattress with a filthy moan as he pushes his finger back into you, with much more ease this time around. As his pointer finger twitches and wiggles around within you you feel his middle finger drifting lower. You’re so slick between your legs because of everything that he doesn’t need any sort of lubricant to press into your other hole. You’re thankful for how slow he goes. Alternating between soft nudges against your g-spot to deeper presses into your ass as he tries to fill you as much as possible. 

The sound of flesh slapping together fills the room as he begins moving rapidly, in and out, and in and out, and in and out. Until you can’t think straight. You don’t make a sound, only able to open your mouth in a silent scream accompanied by gasps. 

You aren’t entirely sure what his intentions were with how long he fucks you on his hand until he finally pulls it away, his breath hot as he salivates at the sight of your twitching, puffy holes. 

He was warming you up to take his tongue. 

Once his mouth latches onto you he can’t control himself. Immediately he delves into the soaking wet heat between your thighs, poking and prodding every nerve and sensitive spot within you. You watch with morbid fascination as he unhinges his jaw enough to fully envelop your pussy. His teeth graze the plush skin of your mound as he pushes further into you, the tip of his tongue pokes at your cervix but he just keeps pushing. 

“Ah-” You gasp, hands darting downwards to grab at his curls, holding tight as he flattens the base of his tongue against your clit. In one fluid moment he pulls himself out of you, sliding down, prodding at your asshole. It’s a foreign sensation as he licks up and down, from your puckered hole back up to your clit. It leaves you buzzing and craving more. He teases between your clit and hole, slurping and humming, as if he were eating a delicious meal. 

You don’t do anything but stare at the ceiling trying to stay conscious as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from your weeping cunt. When your legs begin to shake and go limp on either side of his head he grunts in discontent, simply picking up each of your ankles and setting them on his antlers as if they were stirrups. He seems to prefer you in that position and you do too, you don’t have to worry about anything other than remembering how to inhale and exhale, and he has all the access he could possibly want to the home he finds between your legs. 

Funnily enough he’s more human than ever when his face is pressed into your folds. He certainly talks more, constantly mumbling into your tender flesh. 

“S’ so sweet.” It isn’t the first time he’s said that, you can’t help but wonder what you taste like to him. His mouth is a bloody mess as his lips wrap around your hole as best they can, trying to pull more blood from you. When he briefly pulls away he exhales, satisfied, before returning to his work. “So- so fuckin’ sweet.” He growls, the vibrations pulling an almost painful orgasm out of you. “Fuckin’ made for me.” 

He’s relentless and endless. 

When he knows you can’t take anymore he gives you small breaks. Nipping at your thighs and chest to satisfy himself instead. He doesn’t break the skin, just scraping his teeth against you while trailing the faint sting with his tongue. You come to your senses briefly as he’s dragging his teeth over your pebbled nipple. There’s no more shame or hesitation, you can’t control yourself as you grab him by the antlers, bringing up to your face as you hungrily open your mouth. He obliges immediately, spitting onto your waiting tongue before going back to his work. 

It doesn’t take much after that for you to be completely gone. Melting into his eager maw, letting him have you entirely. 

Are you still conscious? If your eyes are open they aren’t seeing anything. You’re pretty sure you’re asleep. If you are, it isn't slowing him down in the slightest but you can’t complain, you couldn’t form a sentence if you tried. 

You just let yourself sleep.

And you don’t dream. 

His head is using your stomach as a pillow as he snores softly. There’s a bottle of water thrown down beside you that you gratefully take, drinking the entirety down in one go. 

The sound of your drinking makes him stir. 

When he wakes he crawls upwards, he presses something sort of like a kiss to your lips before adjusting you both.

He lifts you into his lap, cradling you between his thighs as he rubs you down against the tent in his pants. As far as you can tell he hasn’t sought any relief of his own these last couple days but it certainly feels like that’s what’s about to happen. You can feel his monstrous cock against your legs, you hadn’t even considered until just now that it would have gotten bigger along with the rest of him, too distracted by everything else, but you’re suddenly aware of how just massive the thing pressed against you is, a small tree trunk nestled between your thighs as his fingers pull your ankles apart to further rub himself into you.

One large hand holds you in place as the other tears at the pants you still can’t believe survived his transformation, they don’t survive the small razors of his talons though as he slices through the flimsy fabric and your mouth falls open in disbelief. 

He slaps his length down onto your stomach, pulling you down so you’re essentially sitting with it between your legs. His breath is hot and heavy against your face. 

It’s as if he’s sizing himself up, trying to figure out just how far into your stomach he’d go. Your fear is apparent as you stare down at the sheer size of him. 

A tree trunk was definitely an exaggeration. 

It’s closer to a baseball bat. 

To accomplish his size his foreskin has pulled back a bit, now giving you a perfect view of his leaking tip, angry and red. 

You gulp, almost comically. 

How the fuck are you supposed to fit something the size of your forearm into your vagina? The simple answer is you aren’t, at least not now. He lays you back down on the bed, your heart rate picks up at the thought of him trying to squeeze himself into you but thankfully he moves upwards instead. 

He sets his dick down onto your sternum. His massive hands come down to push your chest up, trying to wrap your tits around his length roughly as you gasp. 

“Joel- Joel let me do it, hon.” You gently lift your own hands to remove his, carefully avoiding his extended claws as you do so. He grunts but relents, placing his hands on either side of your head as he lets a thick line of spit fall off of his tongue onto your tits. Without missing a beat he begins to rock himself between them. 

Slow and steady at first but quickly he picks up his pace, grunting and clawing at the mattress around you as he tilts his head back. You can’t help yourself as you open your mouth, letting his cock head slide in and out of your mouth. It’s the closest you’re gonna get to blowing him when he’s this size. 

If you thought he’d tasted good before you’d been sorely mistaken. He tastes comfortable and familiar now, like hot chocolate and marshmallows. 

Sweet and sticky as he leaks onto your tongue. 

He doesn’t last very long at the speed he’s going, needy and desperate to paint your face.

With a few more quick thrusts he falls forward, his body arching over yours as he comes with a snarl, tearing into the mattress, as your face is coated in his cum, more than you’ve ever seen before. Enough to completely cover the bottom half of your face as your mouth falls open. You’re ravenous in your efforts to lick it up. When he calms down a bit he leans back to help you, scooping up his spend with his fingers and pressing it onto your tongue. With greedy little sounds you swallow every last bit. 

“You’re okay?” He mumbles as you sit up. 

“I’m good.” You smile, when was the last time you thought clearly? Your head is spinning, everything about him is too good to be true. It’s as if you never feared him at all. 

He gives you a few minutes to recover before he’s raring to go again. You watch as his cock slaps up against his stomach as he stares at you. 

“Already?” You give him a skeptical look as he nods. He picks you up once more, spreading your legs apart as he settles himself between them. 

Grabbing you by your hips he begins to move you up and down. The only effort you have to make is squeezing your thighs around him, he does the rest for you, stroking you up and down his length as if you were his own personal fleshlight. Your tits bounce with each slam downward, you cunt aching from the friction. Eventually he spits again, watching as the string falls down to his cock, effectively coating him and making it easy to move you quicker. When he leans down, licking the pulse points on your neck you wrap your fingers around his antlers in an attempt to steady yourself. 

He’s not touching you enough. 

He ghosts over your clit with every thrust but it just isn’t enough contact as you whine. After a few more agonizing seconds you feel a sharp pinch as he finishes across your chest. When he pulls away his front teeth are slick with blood. Your hand flies to your neck and you quickly find the source of your brief pain. He looks ashamed as you shake your head.

“It’s okay, you just got excited.” You whisper, he doesn’t shy away as you pull yourself up to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s okay.” He hums softly and you feel him continuing to lap at the wound. 

He doesn’t give you a break this time around. 

Holding his hand in his lap as you ride his fingers, keeping your arms around his neck as you use him as leverage to help you lift up and off of him only to slam back down. You struggle to catch your breath as you chase that satisfaction you aren’t sure you’re ever going to reach. Will it ever be enough? Or will you always feel this painful hunger for him? 

You don’t get a chance to linger on your worries as he grinds his palm upwards into your clit, pulling an orgasm from your exhausted body. You’re so full, almost too full as you lay limply against him. Two monstrous fingers pressed into your weary cunt and one in your ass as you let out a sob of pleasure. 

“Joel- Joel I can’t do it anymore, I-I’m too tired.” You sniffle in his lap as he runs a hand through your hair.

“Can I- can I put it in while you sleep?” He mumbles. In any other circumstance you’d be furious at that kind of question but the idea’s too appealing. He’s too appealing. You nod and that’s all he needs. He lays back on the shredded mattress as you straddle his lap. His cock stands stiff in front of you as you trace a finger through the coarse hair at the base, lightly scraping your fingernails across the prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft before finally sitting up, trying to line him up at your entrance before taking a deep breath. 

“Jesus- fuck Joel.” You’re unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lower yourself down onto him. You’re thankful for whatever mysterious force makes you crave him so dearly because you’re certain that without it you’d be in immense pain, the ruddy head of his cock feels like a fucking grapefruit being squeezed into your vagina. It’s a slow, arduous process. He makes no effort to rush you, remaining quiet outside of his whimpers as you struggle to push him in deeper. It becomes clear at one point that he isn’t going to fit any deeper unless he wants to poke your lungs. You’re slick with sweat, panting as you look at him for approval. His eyes stare in awe at you, a finger tracing the vague bulge in your stomach where he rests inside of you. 

You’re so weary you just fall forward onto him. Laying your head on his chest, his cock pulsing within your walls, straining to adjust to him as both moan in unison. You want to stay awake, you want to ride him and watch his face as you take more and more of him but you’re so fucking tired you can’t even keep your eyes open. Trying to get just a bit of rest. 

He doesn’t seem to care what part of you he’s fucking as long as he gets to stick himself somewhere. At one point he tries to put it in your belly button and you have to swat him away. 

You don’t get much sleep, he doesn’t seem to need much of it so you don’t get any either. 

“Wake up.” You feel his maw rifling through your hair, his teeth softly scrape against the back of your neck. “Please.” 

You hum, half asleep, and reaching around in the darkness to gently push his face away as he huffs with indignation. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You massage the tense flesh of his jaw as he tilts himself down, nudging his nose against your face. 

“Missed you.” 

“Oh, honey, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You murmur, a pang of sympathy fills your chest. “I’m just tired.” 

You’re always tired. 

You weren’t sleeping well before your monster boyfriend was spending every waking moment fucking you senseless and you definitely aren’t now. 

He whines, high pitched from the back of his throat. 

“You feel a lot of big emotions when you’re like this, don’t you hon.” Your voice is soft and raspy as you reach for him. 

“Got bored without ya.” He grumbles, leaning into your touch as you struggle to find his eyes in the darkness. 

You want to enjoy his praises more but you still aren’t l sure if it’s him at this, how conscious is the Joel you know in there?

“Joel?” 

“Hmm?” His tongue pokes at your jaw as he hums. 

“How much of this is really you? Do you remember our dates? Our fights?” 

“S’all me. M’just bigger.”

“Mhmm. Is it a little fuzzy for you? Being near me?” 

“S’warm.” It is. He’s like a goddamn furnace but you don’t care if you get burnt as long as you stay warm. 

“Yeah?”

“And fuzzy, I s’pose.” He inhales deeply, snout buried in your hair. “I like bein’ near you.” 

“I like being near you too Joel.” You’re almost certain you don’t. A nagging feeling in the back of your mind tells you that something is horribly wrong here. Any of those thoughts vanish though as you realize he’s still nestled deep within you, something that you’ve been waking up to more and more often. Your cunt flutters around him as you cautiously slide him out of you. A flood of relief washing over your sore muscles as you do so but the reprieve is short. 

He twists you around so you’re on your hands and knees, briefly thrusting haphazardly between your thighs before grunting in frustration, slapping himself down on your back. After a brief pause you feel the familiar sensation of his saliva on your lower back, his cock sliding through the mess as he plays with the meat of your ass. Eventually he moves, you’re a little worried he might try and fuck your ass like this but thankfully he seems more than content just rocking his hips against the swell of your cheeks, watching your holes twitch eagerly until he can’t help himself, sliding back into your still puffy cunt. 

“Christ Joel!” You squeal as he presses up into your cervix in one hasty motion.

You can practically feel him in your throat as he snarls, once again taking complete control over your body as he holds your hips, pulling you back onto his length. He’s so thick, splitting you open, pressing into every soft spot within you until you’re seeing spots in your vision. He’s hell bent on trying to squeeze himself into you entirely despite the fact that it simply isn’t going to happen. 

How long have you been here? 

As your mind wanders he seemingly senses your mood shift as a large hand begins rubbing soft circles into your clit until you forget any of your concerns. 

It’s easy to lose your train of thought when you’re coming your brains out. 

“Joel, Joel, Joel.” You gasp out as his grip on your hips tenses.

“Fuck- I fuckin’- bunny-” He unravels, face buried in your hair as he rambles. 

He isn’t far behind you, when you come he pulls out quickly. His cum coats your spine, a few flecks settling in your hair as you collapse, already tired again, now with a satisfied Joel laying on top of you. 

“Love you so fuckin’ much.” He mumbles, barely audible. 

You pretend not to hear it. 

It’s a never ending cycle. 

Wake up, fuck, drink water if it’s there, sleep, repeat. 

You don’t say anything but Joel as he wrenches the word from your throat over, and over, and over again. 

Until you wake up with his head between your legs, the moment you smiled down at him he pulled off of you with a grunt.

He stumbles back and away from you, groaning in pain, your instinct is to immediately go to him but he holds his hands up in front of himself to stop you. 

“Joel?”

Your hands fly to your ears, your palms trying to block out the sound of his wailing. It’s somehow worse, watching it in reverse. The way his bones break so suddenly, his skin ripples and does its best to adjust but it looks like agony as it tries to push itself back into its proper shape despite the fact that there’s simply too much blood in his body. He’s leaking out the excess. Eyes, ears, nose and mouth, the blood just has nowhere else to go. You want to help him, to hold him but you can’t seem to move, you’re a captivated audience to the macabre display. 

His mouth is the worst of it. His jaw retreats back into its proper place before the skin has time to mend and the teeth have time to retract, making a gruesome mess of the bottom half of his face as his mouth does it’s best to hold too many teeth that are too big and too sharp as the push his tongue back into his throat while butchering his lips, reducing them to bloody shreds. 

Finally your brain manages to move your limbs as you rush forward, taking his face in your hands, trying to calm him down as he roars, pained and frightened. You press your forehead to his, whispering to him. 

“Hey- hey you’re okay. You’re okay.” His antlers begin to retreat back into his skull with a wet crunching. Each inch further has him wincing and crying out as you rub the tender skin of his cheeks as the holes in the flesh splice back together. 

Until it’s finally over and everything is quiet. 

Then it happens. 

It’s like waking up.

Like you’ve been trapped in a dense, dense, fog. A salt and peppered, vanilla flavored, pine scented fog, and when the mist clears you see the truth that was hiding from you these past few days. 

And you see the monster. 

It doesn’t matter that he stayed here with you and didn’t hurt anyone during this cycle. It doesn’t matter that you’re ‘destined’ to be with him. And it doesn’t matter that he loves you. 

You’re looking at a monster. 

And that fact has nothing to do with the creature he turned into. He killed people, good people, innocent people. How the hell are you supposed to love him like this? 

You don’t love him. 

You can’t. He’s sick, he’s a murderer. 

And you haven’t even addressed Darlene in the slightest. 

He’s a monster, and a killer. 

And currently he’s sat across from you with a rather stunned look on his face, holding the blanket up over his waist, blood still slick on his skin. 

You do the only logical thing that comes to mind and you stand, walking out of the room, grateful that he doesn’t try to stop you. You search his laundry room for clothes, eventually finding a stretched out Fleetwood Mac shirt in the dryer and some basketball shorts that fit you well enough. 

You’re trying to recall the events of the last few days but it’s all so blurry it makes your head hurt as you walk back into the kitchen, desperate to just get out of here. 

Your phone is on the counter, dead, you don’t have a way out of here so with a sigh you unravel your charger, plugging it in on the counter. You listen for any signs of Joel but you hear nothing, a part of you wants to go check on him but you can’t bring yourself to face him. 

He’s a murderer. 

Why can’t you seem to remember that? 

Your stomach growls as your phone buzzes to life, your hunger taking priority as you start looking through his cupboards until you find a cereal box, not bothering to find a bowl you simply reach in. The generic sugary flavor coats your tongue as you try to remember the last time you ate anything. You certainly ate at some point, you’re pretty sure Joel didn’t eat, he’s probably hungry. You shove one last handful of cereal into your mouth before setting the box aside for him. As your phone slowly powers on you’re met with an ambush of notifications, you quickly grab the device, silencing it as you watch your screen fill with messages. The majority are from Maria but you have a few from an unknown number, you scroll through those ones first. 

[ hey are you good? Marias worried sick about you ] 

[ this is tommy btw ] 

[ i’m sorry ] 

He certainly knows what happened. Does he think you’re dead? His last message is from two days ago, Maria sent you about a dozen messages a day, some are still coming in. 

[ Are you okay? ]

[ Please text me back. ] 

[ I’m gonna send Tommy over. ] 

[ I wanted to tell you. I’m sorry. ] 

Lot’s of apologies, you aren’t sure you forgive them. You text Maria back regardless. 

[ can you send tommy to pick me up? ] 

You don’t bother telling her where you are, you know she knows. She’s typing for quite some time based on the little bubble you stare at until you finally get a one word response. 

[ Okay. ]  

You don’t bother collecting your things, a mess of restraints and tools still scattered around the room, when the truck pulls up outside you grab your phone, for the first time since you left him in his room you hear noise from the end of the hall. As the door creaks open you rush to the door, not even bothering with your boots as you run out barefoot across the grass to the truck.  

“Christ, you look like shit.” He jogs across the front of the hood to open your door, taking your hand as he helps you up and into the truck.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You grumble to yourself, you haven’t actually looked in a mirror in about a week and considering everything you probably do look a little unpleasant. He makes his way back around the truck, immediately defending himself as he gets back into the driver's seat.

“I’m just sayin’, could be worse. Maria and I were worried he might have-” Both your heads tilt up as you see Joel on the porch, holding up the stretched elastic of his barely held together pajama bottoms with one hand, a profound sadness in his eyes as he meets your gaze. 

“I’d like to go home now.” You murmur, thankfully Tommy makes no effort to talk to his brother, simply putting the truck in reverse and pulling out of the driveway.  

It’s painfully quiet. 

He doesn’t turn on the radio as the two of you drive in the silence. A silence that remains until you’re pulling into the driveway that leads up to your camper. You’re tired, confused and not in the mood for conversation as you mumble a ‘thank you’ and open the door, before you can even get the door halfway open he reaches across you, pulling it shut. 

“Wait.” 

“Tommy-”

“I’m not gonna make excuses.” He gives you a look that can only be described as pure desperation so you take your hand off the handle. 

“Fine.” 

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You aren’t sure. 

“I know how Joel is when he’s like that, he’s got no self control.”

“I’m okay, Tommy.” Are you?

“You can always call me, or Maria, if ya ever need anything.” He says it in earnest as you nod. “And don’t worry about… everything, Maria always recovers within a few hours.” He gestures with his hands and you nod once more. There’s a brief moment of silence until you open the door again, this time without any resistance. “If we don’t hear from you Maria’s gonna come knockin’ on your door.” He tries to lift the mood as he laughs halfheartedly, you muster up a smile as you turn towards him.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You whisper before closing the truck door, not looking back as you twist the door knob. 

You take a long shower. 

Standing under the scalding water until it runs cold. Tommy was right, you do look like shit. Your skin is bruised in several places, especially your waist, despite the lack of pain. There are dark bags under your eyes as you run your fingers across the skin, and your hair is an entirely separate problem, tangled with dried spit and other fluids in certain parts. It takes ages to comb through it all with your fingers, you’re hopelessly trying to wash yourself clean of his scent. No matter how hard you try you can’t seem to be rid of the scent of pine that lingers on your skin. 

Eventually your fingers dip lower. You’re not sure what you’ll find but you’re genuinely surprised to find everything to be normal, you’re a little sore and tender in some spots but other than that you’re completely fine, once again Tommy was right. You step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself before darting out into the kitchen, not bothering to change as you dial the name of the takeout place. You order a pizza, feeling absolutely famished as you search around for some clothes. You put a pair of thin pajama pants on, careful to not put too much pressure on your sore bits before grabbing Joel's shirt, pushing down the twinge of shame as you stare at the Fleetwood Mac logo in your mirror. 

You can’t help it.

It isn’t your fault he’s so easy to want. 

What had you been doing before you got distracted by Joel for… 

You check your phone,

Six days. 

Jesus. 

You shake the feeling of horror off. You were trying to find justice for your aunt. You’ve got a bit until the pizza’s delivered so you sit at your table, plugging her laptop in and opening a random folder, desperate to think about something other than those five days. 

Focus on Darlene. 

Do right by her.

Sleeping with the guy that killed her probably wasn’t the best way to do that but you shake the thought off.  

There’s more video files than you even know what to do with, as you flip through them you realize she was basically doing video diaries on a daily basis. 

“Fuck.” You grumble to yourself. It’ll take literal months to get through everything. After a few more minutes of trying to sort things out you find a video that is specifically named, standing out in a crowd of default files. When you scroll further you find a few more, you sort them into a separate folder until you have five files in total. 

Benni.mp4

Benita&Darlene.mp4

Eulogy.mp4

TrailCam18.mp4

JMiller.mp4

You stare at the list blankly before turning your gaze to the treeline outside. The sun is setting, Joel never came for you. You set the laptop on your bed, with trembling fingers you close the curtains around the camper before pouring yourself a glass of water. You take small sips, hoping the nerves that have plagued you all day might subside but you know they won’t. 

The pizza gets delivered. You eat slowly, putting off your task until you can’t any longer. 

Finally, when you can’t put it off anymore you go to your bed, sitting with your back to the wall as you open the first file. You’re mentally trying to recall how old Darlene was when she passed, the video is from nearly twelve years ago and you had thought she was significantly older, but the face you’re met with is startlingly similar to your own. There are a few glaring differences but she is no doubt related to you. Chewing your lip you press play. 

Benni.mp4

The camera shakes as your aunt takes a few steps back, an unseen spectator holds the camera, Darlene pushes up her boxy thick rimmed glasses as she laughs. 

“This, ladies and gentleman, is the new headquarters of the Mothman Maidens!” She takes a step to the side revealing the camper, brand new, with the for sale sign still on the window. 

“When did we agree on that name?” The voice behind the camera speaks. 

“You don’t like it?”

“Eh.” The camera shifts as the voice shrugs.

“Always so negative, bunny.”

“That’s even worse, I hate that.” 

“But you’re my bunny!”

“Your Benni. You know I hate that bunny shit.”

“Same difference.”

“Oh stop, hold this, let me do it.” She passes the camera to Darlene and now you’re watching a woman with bright red dyed hair and warm brown skin take her place. “Why are we doing this again?” The camera shakes as Darlene continues to laugh. 

“Because someday when we’re famous it’ll be good for us to have videos of our humble beginnings.”

“Clearly extremely humble.” She nods sarcastically before gesturing behind her. “I’m Benita Rivera and I’m joined by the incomparable Darlene Wilson in our newly purchased first home.” 

“Monster hunting headquarters.” Benita ignores her entirely, grinning from ear to ear as she begins walking backwards towards the camper. 

“My lovely lady here has insisted we move to the middle of nowhere so she can finally prove once and for all that she’s absolutely fucking bonkers.” 

“Ha ha.” Darlene mumbles, lighthearted and sarcastic. 

“Let me show you the rest, it’s way bigger on the inside.” With an exaggerated raise of her eyebrows she swings the door open, reaching for Darlene’s hand as she pulls her up into the camper, the familiar steps that you’re used to aren’t yet built. The camper looks extremely different. The interior is painted bright colors, the furniture is mostly metal and vinyl as they walk through the space, boxes scattered about the home until Darlene sets the camera on the counter to show off the two of them. Laughing as they dance around the kitchen. 

And then the video cuts. 

Benita&Darlene.mp4

The camera is being held by neither one of them now, an outside force films your aunt and Benita standing at what appears to be an informal wedding ceremony. Darlene dressed in navy blue dress pants with a clean white shirt standing across from Benita in a knee length eggshell sundress. Both of them grinning from ear to ear. You don’t recognize the man behind them who’s speaking, telling a story about the first time he met Darlene. 

“I now pronounce you wife and wife.” With a small chuckle he takes a step back, Darlene and Benita holding each other close as they kiss each other, people off camera cheering as they walk back down the aisle with each other. 

There’s a cut to the first dance. 

The two of them spinning around the small room, arm in arm. Adoration in each of their eyes as they laugh, Darlene pulling her close for another kiss. 

The rest of the video is spliced together clips of the wedding. 

The rest of the guests dancing, a toast where Benita calls her “my darling Darlene.” The cutting of the cake, and many, many kisses between the happy couple.    

And the video ends. 

Eulogy.mp4

The vibes have changed significantly, the camera now appears to be set up on a tripod, Darlene sits alone at the table in the camper. Her eyes are rimmed with red and her hair is falling out of a chaotic mess of an updo. Some time has to have passed based on the grays that now decorate her scalp. 

You have to check several times to make sure the video is playing, the screen seemingly frozen until she finally blinks.

“They wouldn’t let me attend the service.” She whispers, a hint of malice lingers on every word. “Said I’d just cause a scene.” Her jaw twitches as her expression of sorrow turns to rage. “I’m her wife. How could they not let me see her? They said it’d only upset me further, I know what that actually means, it means that that thing really did a number on her. They don’t want me connecting the dots.” She sniffles. 

She takes a deep breath. 

“Benita Isabella Wilson.” Her voice is already trembling. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I moved us here, and that you were involved in any of this. I don’t want to do this without you, yet here I am. Lost in the woods without my compass. I just don’t understand how this is fair. You were kind, you were good.” You watch as she gets more and more upset. “You didn’t even believe in any of this bullshit, you just wanted to be a part of my life. It should’ve been me, not you.”

She takes a deep breath, looking directly into the camera lens. 

“I’ll find the thing that took you.” 

The video ends. 

TrailCam18.mp4

The footage is grainy and extremely dark. Poor quality night vision of the woods, you don’t recognize the area but how could you, it all looks the same when you’re out there. Nothing happens for quite some time, just motionless green until in the corner you see a flash of movement followed by a disheveled man running into view, taking center stage as he trips over a tree root. He lands face first in the dirt, he can’t be much older than you as he rolls over to sit up and stare at something that hasn’t yet come into view, shaking and screaming. 

The trail camera doesn’t have audio and you’re forced to watch the slaughter in harrowing silence. 

You know what’s coming but it makes your stomach churn regardless. 

Joel. 

In all his glory. 

He has the appearance of a beast but even with the terrible camera quality you can see clear as day that it’s him.

Emerging from the trees, shoulder hunched forward as you watch the muscles of his neck twitch, knowing the tell tale sign of his snarl. His victim unfortunately can’t seem to find his footing, of course it wouldn’t matter if he did, he’d never outrun Joel. 

Turns out knowing he’s killed and actually seeing it are very different things. You feel sick as he grabs the struggling man by the back of the neck, slamming him into a nearby tree until the spastic movement of his legs and arms stops completely. 

You feel sick. 

Your lip trembles as you watch him feast. Tearing into the split open flesh as you look away from the sheer brutality of it. 

Thankfully the video cuts to Darlene sitting in the dark of the camper, the only light source appears to be coming from the laptop screen in front of her.

“I fucking knew it.” She lets out a harrowing squeal of laughter. “Joel fucking Miller.” 

There’s a manic look in her eyes as she swallows. 

“Joel Miller.” She repeats, sadder, this time. 

The video ends. 

JMiller.mp4

The video opens with a somehow worse looking Darlene setting up the camera seemingly above the fridge. She doesn’t bother brushing the tangles that fall in front of her face away, her hair now streaked with gray. She looks up at the camera, opening her mouth to speak but a knock at the door has her turning, immediately swinging it open to welcome Joel into her home. They exchange pleasantries like old friends as she pours him a mug of coffee and he sets down his toolbox. They talk for a few minutes before Darlene goes quiet, it’s barely noticeable but you catch the brief silence before she speaks once more. 

“Where were you this past week?” She sips her coffee. “It’s not like you to not answer the phone.” He shrugs, leaning back against the counter. 

“Contractor job out of state.” He responds with his usual seamless excuse as she nods. 

“Really? I drove past your place and your work truck was still there.” With another sip of her coffee the energy in the video changes drastically. A tension bubbling up between the two of them. 

“Tommy drove.” His answer is short and clipped as he sets his mug down behind him. 

“I went to visit Maria and Tommy was there. With your little one.” The conversation has a blatant hostility to it now as they stare at each other, a pause before Joel speaks again. 

“I meant to say I took Tommy’s truck.” 

“Tommy’s truck was parked outside of the house.”

Silence. 

Joel’s foot taps nervously on the tile as she stares at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Where were you Joel?” 

“That’s none of your business.”

“Why not just say that instead of lying?”

“Why am I suddenly bein’ interrogated?”

“What was so important that you had to be gone for a week and leave your young child behind?” If her goal was to make him snap it works.

“I will not have my ability to parent her questioned.” It almost sounds like a snarl, looks like it too with how he straightens up. He realizes his mistake quickly though, pinching the bridge of his nose as Darlene doesn’t so much as flinch. “What’s this about?” His voice has softened significantly.

Her expression is conflicted 

“I know what you did.” Is all she whispers as she turns to stare at him, the vibes going from upsetting to downright unbearable as you watch with bated breath. 

“Darlene…” For a fleeting moment you think he might actually confess. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. 

“Get out.”

“Please, I’m worried about you. You clearly aren’t in a good state of mind-”

“I want you to get out.” 

The footage cuts to black. 

You shut the laptop the second the video ends. The date had been a two weeks before Darlene died. 

Joel killed Benita. 

He probably killed Darlene.

You don’t want to move. You don’t want to do anything but you stand regardless, crawling into bed, clutching your phone in your hands. 

You’ve got a few missed calls from Joel but no texts. You’re too tired and too upset to deal with him right now, you’ll take care of it in the morning. You know what you want and you’re going to get it. 

No more lying and dancing around things.

You want answers and you aren’t taking no for an answer. 

Your head hurts. All the time. Time moves too slowly and too quickly and you can’t ever really seem to find your footing after seeing the videos.

[ are you working? ] 

[ everything okay? i can be there in ten ] 

You don’t want to be alone with him. You’re worried you won’t be able to control yourself. 

[ can we meet somewhere? ] 

[ of course ] [ whatever you want to do ] [ i can pick you up after work ] 

[ i’ll meet you there. see you at six. ] 

You send him to the place and turn your phone off, your nausea lets up a bit, as if your body knows you’ll see him soon. The smell of him that wafts off of his shirt helps a bit but you’re still aching for him despite how badly you wish you weren’t. You roll back over in bed, still exhausted as you set an alarm for later tonight. 

That’s how you end up in an empty Applebees. 

Just you and two waitresses who you watch play on their phones as you sit in the dimly lit booth. Your leg bounces up and down wildly as your eyes dart to the door.

Joel fucking Miller. You ignore the way your heart skips a beat at the sight of him in jeans and his green jacket. His eyes light up when he sees you but immediately shift to shame when he sees your expression. Brushing past the waitress he quickly rushes over to you, sitting across from you in the booth.  

He starts to speak but you silence him with a glare.

“Here’s how this is gonna work. I’m going to ask you some questions and you’re going to tell me the truth. You aren’t going to make shit up, or tell me I’m crazy, you’re just going to answer.” You look up at him expectantly, his expression is riddled with guilt as he nods.

“Okay-” He begins to start but you stop him once more.

“If you lie to me even once I swear to god I will leave and I will call the police. Are we understood?”

“Police aren’t gonna do anything…” He starts mumbling but the look on your face shuts him up. “I understand.”

“I want the truth. The whole truth, with no tricks or left out information, you’re going to tell me everything.” Your leg continues to bounce as one of the waitresses sets two waters down on the table, when she asks if she can get you something else to drink you both say no in unison. Watching as she scurries away.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. No more lies.” He reaches across the table, trying to hold your hand but you quickly pull away. The smell of him is strong enough as is, you don’t need to feel his skin on yours, it’ll make you too vulnerable. 

“What are you?” Might as well start off with your most pressing questions. He chews his lip, as if he’s trying to figure out how to phrase it. 

“I’ve looked for answers, never found a proper name for it, Tommy seems to think we’re something adjacent to a wendigo.” You’re floored by the blatant honesty, a part of you assumed he was going to make things up again but it’s nice to know he isn’t hiding it anymore. Like a weight has been lifted off of you. 

“How long have you, you know, been like that.” 

“My whole life. Hard to predict when I’d lash out, it wasn't until you started your cycle that I would have found a strict schedule.”

“Did you know who I was?”

“No. I just knew you were out there, that’s how it is for the males, it’s easier for the women.” Women? You hadn’t considered there were others outside of the Miller brothers. 

“Is it just you and Tommy?”

“It’s genetic. My grandfather passed it to my mother, who passed it to Tommy and I.” He’s never spoken about his mother before but the way he scowls when he mentions her makes you want to avoid the subject. 

“So Sarah…?”

“It’s always been easier for her, she’s got the temper for it.” 

“When does she… transform?” 

“Whenever she wants, she’s not linked to anyone else the way we are, if she ever really lost her temper she might pop but she’s more mellow than the rest of us. Better than my mother ever was.” 

“Do you have control over it? Could you transform right now if you wanted to?” 

“Probably, I’ve never tried to do it on purpose, it doesn’t exactly feel great.” The sound of his bones popping in and out of place rings in your ears as you shudder. 

“So Sarah doesn’t ever do it?”

“She did when she was younger. Usually when I did she would too, just so she could stay with me. Once she became a teenager she stopped, I can’t remember the last time she changed.” He takes a sip of his water, clearly gauging your reaction to the onslaught of information he’s giving you. 

“Do you all eat the same thing?” He sits up a little straighter when you ask.

“No. Sarah never hurt anyone, ever. I made sure of it. Tommy doesn’t hurt anyone either.” 

But Joel does. 

“How am I supposed to forgive you, Joel?” The cold professional tone you’ve been managing to hold up is slipping as you lean closer to him and whisper. 

“Please-” He reaches for you again and you continue to move away. 

“You killed Darlene.” You’re losing your composure quickly. 

“I didn’t.”

“You killed her wife.” 

“It was an accident.” He sounds like he’s in pain. Like the mere reminder of his actions is hurting him but you can’t stop. 

“How many accidents have you had?”

With that he goes silent and you can’t help but assume the worst.

“It was less before you moved here.” He mumbles, the statement makes bile rise in your throat.

“So it’s my fault?” Your voice pitches up causing the waitress who’s headed in your direction to make a sharp turn in the other direction. 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He whispers, clearly trying to calm you down but it isn’t working in the slightest. 

“It sure sounds like it is.”

“It used to be only one or two every cycle-”

“Only?” Your eyes are wide at the ruthlessness of the statement. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? That you only killed one or two people? Those people had families, they had lives.”

“You think that doesn’t bother me?” He’s starting to lose his nerve as well the silverware clinking as he slams his hand down on the table. 

“Clearly it doesn’t since it was only one or two.” His anger doesn’t scare you anymore. You’ve seen him at his worst, nothing scares you anymore. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth.” He begs, voice getting softer as you watch the waitresses staring at you from across the restaurant. 

“I’m only repeating what you just said.” You hiss, trying to make your conversation look less confrontational. “What about Tommy? He only eats animals. Why can’t you just do that?.”

“I’m not Tommy.”

“Have you tried?”

“I can’t try anything, I’m not in control.”

“You listened to me, what if I told you to only eat animals?”

“You don’t want to see me eat.” Sure, it’s upsetting but you could learn to live with it. The image of the man he smashed against the tree flashes through your mind and you move on. 

“What did you mean when you said you didn’t kill Darlene?”

“I- I couldn’t do it, couldn’t bring myself to hurt her. Tommy did it for me.” In a disturbing sort of way you almost find peace in that fact. 

“I thought Tommy didn’t hurt people?” As your conversation quiets the two girls thankfully turn back to their phones. 

“Only a few over the course of his life, mostly when he was younger or if a hiker was unfortunate enough to stumble across him when he was already feeding.” 

You open your mouth to ask more questions only to realize you don’t have any more. At least not any you can think of in this state. 

You thought this would take longer but he’s been open and honest and you don’t know where to go from here. You have your answers. Even if you don’t like them, now you’re in a weird state of limbo. 

You stand up, unable to stand how stuffy it is in here, thick with his scent as you walk towards the door. He hurries after you, throwing a tip down on the table despite the two of you never ordering. 

It’s cold but easier to breathe outside, he can’t fill the entire world with his smell and the breeze helps you think clearer as you stare at him hopelessly. 

“So what do we do?” You finally ask, unable to avoid the inevitable. 

“I’ll do whatever you decide, whatever you want.” 

That’s the problem. You don’t know what you want, nothing makes sense and you hate him for what he’s done but as much as it bothers you you don’t want to lose him. 

“I could leave, move back to the city.” You offer up, unsure of any other possible options. 

“If your goal is to keep people from dying, that's the last thing you want to do.” There’s a beat as you glare at him, waiting for some sort of elaboration. “I’ll find you. Even if I don’t want to, the minute I lose control I will come after you and I seriously doubt that you want me running around a heavily populated area like that.” 

Great. 

“So I’ll stay and we’ll break up.” 

“You really believe you’ll be able to stay away if I’m just down the street? You think I’ll be able to control myself when the time comes again? Now that I know your- your taste? I won’t stay away.” 

“Fine, fine…” Your mind is desperately racing for some sort of conclusion to this nightmare. “Maybe we should invest in some sort of tranquilizer? We could keep you docile when you’re-”

“Tommy and I have already tried that, doesn’t matter. He shot me up with five doses of bear tranquilizer and I didn’t so much as yawn.”

“So I can’t move away, I can’t break up with you, and we can’t calm you down in the slightest. This is perfect Joel, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Let you keep killing people and pretend I don’t see the massacred state of every body that comes across my table?” A few stray tears start falling as you hastily wipe them away with your sleeve. 

“You could kill me.” He mumbles as you scoff.

“Be serious.” You shoot him a glare but his expression doesn’t change. 

“I am.” 

“I’m not doing that.”

“Why not? No one else gets hurt, and you’re free to go.” He can’t seriously be suggesting this. 

“What about Ellie?” 

“I’ll talk to Tommy, he can take her.”

“Don’t.” You stand up straighter. trying to look stern as you scowl at him, unfortunately it ends up feeling more like a pout. 

“What?” He looks tired too. Does being away from you cause him the same distress that you feel?

“Don’t talk about this like I’d ever seriously consider such a thing.”

“There aren’t any other options. You don’t want to be with me, what else are we supposed to do?”

“What about this last week? When I stayed with you you didn’t hurt anybody.” He fed on you, that much is clear now. 

“You really want to do that every month for the rest of our lives? That lust filled state for five days straight with no end in sight? You barely survived one week of it.” He’s got a point but what are your other options?

“I was fine.” 

“You barely ate, you were dehydrated.” He steps towards you but you don’t flinch this time. 

“What if we just lock you up? With iron chains or something.” Your voice is dripping with despair now, there’s barely any fire left behind your words. 

“If I don’t eat something I die.” 

“There has to be another option.”

“You don’t want us to be together and we can’t be apart. I just don’t see any other ways for this to work.” He sighs, rubbing his temples as he stares at the pavement. 

“I never said I didn’t want to be together.” You whisper and he immediately looks back up at you. 

“Do you?”

You do. 

“I don’t know.” You’re on the verge of tears again as you stare at him. Joel. Your Joel. Made for you and waiting for your decision Joel. Joel who was honest with you, so you should be honest with him. “Everything hurts without you and it hurts with you and I want to forgive you. I really believe that someday I could but not if you keep killing.” 

He stares at you, never looking away, pity in his eyes. 

“I love you.” He murmurs. It’s the last thing you need to hear right now. 

“Don’t say that.” 

“I do. And I know that that means less because I am genetically predisposed to unconditionally loving someone, and I’m sorry that it’s you.”

“Stop it. We barely even know each other. We’ve been dating for a few months.” You’re going to lose it completely if he doesn’t stop, your mind feels so fragile, if he isn’t careful you’ll shatter completely. 

“I know that. And I love you.”

“Don’t do this.” You’re begging now but he refuses to let up. 

“I’m sorry that you have to be loved by me.” 

“Joel. Stop it.” 

“And we both know why you won’t kill me.”

“I don’t need a reason to not want someone dead.” You wipe the endless stream of tears that now flow. 

“Just say it, it’s easier to just say it.” He looks so soft right now. So harmless as he speaks with that low drawl. 

“It’s not true.” You whisper, willing it not to be. 

“You love me.” He says it like it’s some universal truth, it makes you want to slap him. 

“I don’t, I’ve only known you a few months, and you’re a terrible boyfriend.”

“I could be a good boyfriend. If you let me. Let me try, let me earn your forgiveness, please.” He looks as upset as you feel now. His eyes, big and sad. 

“You killed people. You’re going to keep killing people.” If you don’t remind yourself of that you’ll forget. Being near him will make you forget. 

“Do you think that’s the life that I wanted for myself?” His voice cracks and when you don't respond he just keeps going. “I didn’t want someone to be forced to want me, I didn’t want to turn into a fucking monster once a month, and I never wanted anyone to get hurt!”

You both stare at each other for a beat of silence before you burst into sobs. It’s too much. Every single thing right now is just too much. What are you supposed to do now as you stare at him? A man who loves you, willing to do anything he can to make you happy, even if it means dying. 

“Joel.” Your lip quivers as you stare at him, a suffocating despair clouding over both of you as he steps forward, his gaze softening as he pulls you into his arms. 

“We’ll figure it out, bunny. I promise, we’ll be okay.” 

It certainly doesn’t feel that way. 

He takes your face in his hands, staring at you with an intensity you’ve grown accustomed to. 

“Let me make this right. Please, bunny, just let me fix this for you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. 

You’re so tired. 

You just don’t want anyone else to get hurt, Joel included. 

You’re tired of being afraid. You’re tired of being confused. You’re tired of feeling like you’re crazy. 

You've been tired since you moved here.

So you nod. 

“Let me love you.” He mumbles as he wraps his arms around you again, both of you reflexively inhaling the scent of the other. 

“Okay.”

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 31: Cabin Fic

Crystal Clear | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,981 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Modern AU, Anniversary, Blowjobs, lakeside cabin vacation, Dean's not a fan of lake water Summary: Dean and Cas are at the lakeside cabin for a long weekend. It's their 15th anniversary and Cas finds a cunning way to get him to swim in the lake.

Touching Perfection | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,439 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Smut, Friends to Lovers Vacation, Feel-good, human!Cas Summary: Dean is finally ready to make a move on Cas. So he takes him on a vacation.

Cabin In The Woods | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,894 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Somnophilia, BDSM Undertones Summary: Dean takes Cas on a vacation. Confessions happen.

Cabin Fever | @eyesofatragedy67 & @punk-is-notdead Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,519 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Enemies to Lovers, There Was Only One Bed, Miscommunication is the Real Villain, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Humor, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Spit As Lube, Dirty Talk, Castiel Loves Bees, Dean Loves Dr. Sexy Summary: Following a booking mixup for a remote hideaway, two strangers agree to share. Nothing quite goes according to plan, and it looks like a misunderstanding will kill any chance of a friendship, but does "fate" have other plans?

The Impetuous Engagement | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 27,207 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern Setting AU, Snowed In, Sharing a Bed, Engaged Castiel, No Cheating Summary: It’s early December and Castiel Novak, quite unlike him, is on a plane to Fairbanks, Alaska, at the other end of his world, after the man he met online, Michael Milton, proposed to him. Michael is sensitive, gallant, and romantic, and after months of daily, intense correspondence, Castiel believes he’s the only one who he ever truly connected with. On his way there, however, due to a series of bad luck and Mother Nature, Castiel somehow finds himself stuck in a small village, in the middle of nowhere, cut off from the rest of the world and with no way of reaching Michael. Indefinitely. To make matters worse, Dean Winchester, Castiel’s fellow passenger—who asks way too many invasive questions, doesn’t have an ounce of subtlety, and isn’t as charming as he thinks he is—seems to be the only option for Castiel to find shelter in the meantime. And Dean, being acquainted with the fiancé in question, and aware that he is not to be trusted, is very eager to help Castiel with housing, and perhaps something more as well…

The Places We Hide | @therighteousmanlovesanangel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 39,827 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Crowley, Lee Webb/Dean Winchester, Past Character Death, Gunshot Wounds, Show level violence, Divorce, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Human Castiel, (Supernatural)hunting au, Hermit Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Imagine there's no Heaven(ly influence), John died in this AU instead of Mary, Wendigo, Undine OFC, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean/Cas Big Bang 2022 (Supernatural) Summary: Castiel is going through it. He’s been dumped by his husband and demoted at work. A walk in the woods to clear his head makes it all horrifically worse. Luckily, he is saved by a bearded stranger. Through his recovery Castiel searches for the man in the woods. When he finds Dean, an unlikely friendship grows. As Cas comes to terms with the way his life is changing, Dean opens up a whole new world to him.

A Midwinter's Dream | @li-izumi Rating: Mature Word Count: 53,245 Main Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Season/Series 09, Season/Series 10, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Dreams and Nightmares, Christmas, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Christmas is fast approaching, but Dean doesn’t feel like celebrating--he’s too busy hunting for that sort of thing. Though he promises to get Cas back in time for the epic Christmas party Sam’s been planning, Dean has no intention of staying himself. That may be another promise Dean can’t keep when the hunt goes wrong, trapping Dean and Cas far from civilization. Worse, Dean is plagued by unrelenting nightmares of his time with the Mark of Cain and is gripped by a lingering anger that he can’t seem to escape. Back at the Bunker, Sam and the others are working a little Christmas magic they hope will show Dean the light in the dark—and prove to him that the holiday spirit isn’t something he needs to hunt.

Alpha Seeking Omega | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 66,666 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel, Alpha Jimmy Novak, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Lucifer, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Past Abuse (but not really as the treatment is part of the societal structure), Past Malnourishment, Mystery To Be Solved, Mating, Knotting, True Mates, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Revenge, Or Justice, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Mpreg, Eventual Happy Ending, Cabin Fic Summary: Omega Dean has lived a harsh life prior to being selected to be a demonstration model at a party unveiling the latest product that Morningstar Enterprises is set to produce. Alphas Castiel and Jimmy Novak are guests of honor at the event, but when they lay eyes on the Omega that is clearly at the center of something that was not a part of the party, the twins leap into action. Unfortunately, they are separated. Now Jimmy must keep Dean safe until Castiel can be rescued. But the more that Jimmy learns about this very well-trained Omega, the more he questions what was really going on that night. The problem is will he be able to figure out the puzzle and still rescue his brother?

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The Rave Ritual - Damian Priest Ft. Bad Bunny (18+)

Damian Priest x Simon x Bad Bunny

Other Characters: Roman, Hunter (Triple H)

Commission: @thesimonkshow​

Summary: Damian has a mission ordered by Roman which Simon isn't too happy about.

Read Part One Here: Midnight Surprises

Read Part Two Here: Vampire Cult

Read Part Three Here: Hunted

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Three-some, Cursing, Smut, Vampire Smut, Supernatural, Blood Kink/Uses Blood as Lube, male x male x male

Word Count: 5,092 

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Enjoy!

My eyes darken at the television monitor as I watched my boyfriend, Damian Priest receive a hug from his new tag team partner, Bad Bunny. I couldn’t help but to scoff and roll my eyes at the sight of this stupid decision made by the higher ups.

I had experience in the ring, Bad Bunny didn’t. I should be Damian’s tag team partner, it would make more sense, since I was Damian’s old body guard. Having some rapper come into the picture with no wrestling experience AT ALL only to get higher ratings for Raw and his music career would grow. 

“Fucking ridiculous.” I tightly crossed my arms over my broad chest and gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from ripping out Bad Bunny’s throat once he arrived backstage. The lingering stares he gave Damian were too long, the touches he gave were everywhere and that victory hug didn’t seem so sports friendly. 

“So, how’d we do?” A panting voice called out, making me turn my attention away from the screen.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn’t even realize the next match had started. “You did amazing.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around Damian’s sweaty form. “He” my glare shot daggers into Bad Bunny’s back as he spoke to people about his match as he dried off with a towel. “Did terrible.” 

Damian frowned at my reaction. “Babe.” He whispered. “Calm down.” He cupped my cheeks making me look at him. “Bad Bunny did great out there, did you not hear the crowd?”

“The crowd cheers for whoever is the good guy and not for their talent.” I huffed with an eye roll.

“So they just cheer for me because I’m the baby face, not for my talent?” Damian’s hand left my face. 

“Wait, no that’s not what I meant. Damian.” I called out for him as he was already walking away from me back to the locker room. Following right behind him I walked into his personal locker room, shutting the door. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Simon?” Damian furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darkening towards me. “Please, do enlighten me.” He snarled, showing off his fangs.

“I think you did great out there, this whole ‘bring a rapper to the wrestling business’ thing just doesn’t make sense to me.” I explained, my shoulders slumped.

“Simon, you know wrestling doesn’t make sense. That’s what's fun about it.” Damian spoke in a calmer state. My shoes were becoming more interesting as my gaze was casted upon them, too embarrassed to look at my lover. “Now, how about you come over here and give me my prize for winning.” 

Looking up at Damian I couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. “Anything for you.” I nearly tripped as Damian grabbed me by the collar and dragged me over to the sofa. Damian took a seat where I dropped to my knees and started to work at his wrestling attire. 

“There is something I did that you need to know.” Damian spoke in between breaths as I dipped my hand into his pants, stroking his already hard cock.

“What’s up?” I asked in a hypnotic tone, mouth watering as I pulled his cock free from his tight leather pants. I just wanted to taste him already, it’s been so long. 

“I’m inviting Bad Bunny to the rave tonight.” 

As I was about to wrap my lips around Damian’s throbbing cock I paused, pulled away and looked up at my boyfriend who’s head was tilted backwards with his eyes closed groaning in pleasure. “The rave, the rave that’s tonight at the house?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Y- Yes, the rave tonight.” Damian opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Come on.” He whined, pushing his hips upward trying to get his cock to enter my mouth.

“I don’t want him at the rave tonight.” 

“Simon, don’t start please. He’s my tag team partner.” 

Standing up, I pulled myself away from Damian and his raging hard on. “And I’m your boyfriend.” I reminded him, crossing my arms.

Damian let out a large sigh, tucking himself back inside his pants he stood up. “Simon, trust me please, it’s part of the plan.”

I squinted at him, tilting my head to the side in confusion. “Plan? What plan? No one told me of a plan!” My voice is slightly getting higher.

“Simon.” Damian grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the couch. He sat me down next to him, my body sinking into the cushiony leather seat. “Roman wants me to turn Bad Bunny.”

I stared at Damian, my teeth gritting together as I tried to stay calm. “Is he replacing me?” 

“No!” Damian’s soft hands cupped my face, squeezing my cheeks. “No, never. I can never replace you.” Damian’s voice was softer this time. “Look, Roman has a plan. He wants us to grow, he wants our family to grow.”

“So Roman wants Bad Bunny involved with us?” I asked, still trying to piece all of this together.

“And so many others, Simon.” Damian smiled. “They’ll be more of us, Roman wants more wrestlers to be just like us so we’re not the only ones anymore, we’re not the outcasts.” 

Staring at my hands, I watched as Damian traced my palms. A slight shiver ran up my spine from the soft feelings. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking.” 

I sucked the inside of my cheek only to lick my dried lips. “I think it’s great Roman is getting more members in but really, Bad Bunny?” I couldn’t help but to groan.

Damian laughed as I cracked a slight smile, whenever Damian smiled or laughed it did cheer me up. “You’ll like him once you get to know him, please get to know him at the rave.” Damian begged.

“Okay, okay I will.”  I half jokingly huffed out a breath.

“Good. Now, where were we?” Damian smirked as he grabbed the hem of his pants and started to push them down, exposing his hard cock once again.

“I think I remember.” Tracing my tongue over my bottom lip, I went back down on my knees in front Damian in between his thighs.

As night finally came, so did the guest. The safe house for myself and other vampires soon became a frat house. Bright colorful lights bounced off the walls in every other way, fog rolled along the floor from some fog machine somewhere in the corner, music blared through the large speakers placed in the corners of the room. 

As my back rested upon the bar, I scanned the dark lightly lit room. People were grinding and dancing against each other to the beat of the music, some people were even sitting on the couch talking where others were passed out. My eyes soon caught the Uso twins sitting on a loveseat surrounded by half naked women dancing around them.

I couldn’t help but to smirk into my drink at the sight of the two brothers. Sipping my alcohol I nearly choked at the next sight in front of me. Damian and Bad Bunny were sitting on the leather couch, nearly snuggled up against each other. Damian smiled at whatever Bad Bunny had to say. Damian’s hand lingering over Bad Bunny's thigh going a little too high for my liking. As I downed my drink, I slammed my glass down on the surface of the bar, nearly shattering it into pieces. About to make my way over there I felt a tight grip around my forearm.

I turned my head, glaring at the person who grabbed me only for my facial expression to soften. “Roman, I-”

“Don’t do it.” Roman let go of my arm. “He’s following Orders, Simon.”

I frowned and looked back at the common area where Damian was sitting and laughing with Bad Bunny. “I know.” I grumbled but I knew Roman heard me over the loud music. 

“You know if I’m not mistaken I’d believe you’re jealous of Damian.” Roman had a smug look on his face.

“Excuse me?” I blinked.

“Bad Bunny is giving all of this attention to Damian and here you are getting nothing, I think you crave attention from Bunny.” Roman’s eyes never left the two men sitting on the couch.

I traced over Roman’s face trying to see if he was joking or not, I skimmed my eyes towards Damian and Bad Bunny. Bad Bunny’s hand ran over Damian’s forearm that was resting in his lap, the rapper leaned closer to Damian, their lips merely inches away from one another. Bad Bunny’s hand left Damian’s forearm, now resting upon his thigh, slowly tracing upwards and cupping Damian’s clothed cock. 

I snapped my head away from the two, not standing to watch any longer. “I am not jealous.” 

“Oh yeah?” Roman chuckled, his eyes looking me up and down, he leaned towards me, his mouth resting upon my ear. “Your cock says otherwise.” He whispered, with that Roman walked away to go attend other matters.

Standing there alone with my cock pressed hard against my zipper and face beat red, I looked back over towards my boyfriend and his tag team partner. Roman was right, I was jealous that I wasn’t getting attention from the famous rapper. 

Swallowing my pride, I started to maneuver my way through the dancing people and headed towards the two men talking and laughing to one another. As I approached, Damian gave me a stern look where Bad Bunny tilted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking up at me. 

My eyes darted towards Bad Bunny’s hand resting on Damien’s inner thigh, I looked back up at them and cleared my throat. “Room for one more?” 

“Always.” Damian purred. 

I sat next to Damian where he was now in between myself and Bad Bunny. My hand rested upon Damian’s inner thigh, leaning forwards towards him I gave a slight grin. “How about we show Bad Bunny what a good time we have during raves?” 

“You mean it?” Damian asked wide eyed.

“Yeah, I mean it.” My eyes darted to his mouth, back up to his eyes, leaning forward I pressed my lips against his. A soft moan escaped Damian as our lips danced against each other. My hand roamed over his lap heading further in between his legs only to cup his hard dick. 

Pulling away I smirked at Damian. “Did Bad Bunny here get you hard?” My eyes slid over to Bad Bunny who had a nervous expression on his face. 

“Yeah he did and he’s not doing anything about it.” Damian put on his best pouty face which made me laugh. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll do something about it.” With that I gave Damian one last kiss and pulled away, slipping down the leather couch I wedged myself in between Damian’s legs. “Hey Bunny?”

“Y- Yeah?” Bad Bunny swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Do me a favor and keep Damian’s lips warm.” I winked at him, my hands quickly going to work and unbuttoning Damian’s tight pants. 

“Reall-” Before Bad Bunny could even speak, Damian grabbed Bunny’s collar and pulled him closer, pressing their mouths against each other.

Fishing out Damian’s hard cock, I noticed his balls were slightly heavier than before. It’s been a long while since this man has had an orgasm. Inching closer to Damian, I wrapped my mouth around his large aching member. Myself and Damian moaned at the same time. My tongue swirled around his cock, slowly inching down.

“Fuck, Simon.” Damian moaned out, pushing his hips upwards. Grabbing his waist, I pinned him down to the couch cushions, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked faster. 

“H- Holy shit, Simo-” Damian was cut off as Bunny pulled him in for another hot kiss. As Damian’s cock was down my throat, I tried my best watching my boyfriend get tongue fucked by Bad Bunny. Watching Damian get dominated by Bad Bunny made my cock stir. Reaching down, I rubbed myself through my jeans to slightly get relief. 

“Si, wait I- I don’t want to come yet.” Damian moaned as he pulled away from the kiss. That didn’t stop me, bobbing my head up and down Damian’s long shaft, I slightly gagged as the tip of his cock pushed deeper down my tight throat. 

Damian tossed his head back moaning loudly as Bad Bunny kissed and marked his neck. My speed stayed the same, my tongue swirled along his veins as my hands cupped his heavy sac. I was craving to have his come stuffed down my throat, it’s been so long since every conversation we’d have turned into an argument. 

I moaned as Damian’s hand ran through my locks only to grunt as he tugged at the strands of my hair. “Fuck, yes. Just like that Simon, fuck baby.” Damian buckled his hips up. My jaw ached as it slacked and I tried to force myself to take all of Damian’s size. 

Feeling his hot cock twitch deep in my throat I knew he was close. As I massaged his balls and sucked him off, precome and saliva collected around the corners of my mouth, dipping down my chin. My saliva gave his cock more lubricant so he could shove further down my throat. With a loud moan Damian’s hot seed was spurting down my throat. My eyes watered as Damian’s hand didn’t move from the back of my head, keeping my head still as he buckled his waist upwards. “Fuck.” He growled. “Good boy Simon, taking daddy’s seed.” 

After swallowing all of Damian’s seed I pulled away with a smirk and licked my lips collecting extra come. “Man, you guys really know how to party.” Bad Bunny panted, his lips were swollen from making out with Damian and he had a tent pitched in his pants showing how hard he was from the scene he was involved in.

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” Damian raised his hand and snapped his fingers and on cue Hunter came up from behind grabbed Bad Bunny by the jaw, forcing his mouth open. 

“Hey man, what the fuck!” Bad Bunny screamed, squirming against Hunter’s strength as his mouth was pried open. 

Damian brought his mouth to his wrist, biting his skin, blood oozed out of the puncture wound. Damian forced his bleeding wrist upon Bad Bunny’s mouth. “Get off!” Bad Bunny kicked and clawed at Hunter trying to get the larger man off. Bad Bunny spit and coughed trying not to swallow the blood.

As I saw Bad Bunny struggling to drink Damian’s blood I approached in front of him. Reaching for his nose, I pinched his nostrils together as Damian held his wrist tightly to his mouth, forcing him to drink the blood and Hunter held him in place. Watching Bad Bunny’s adam’s apple bob I knew he swallowed a portion of the red ooze. 

I pulled my arm away, smirking. “Now, was that so bad?” 

Bad Bunny glared at me as Damian pulled his wrists away. Bad Bunny’s mouth was covered in blood, where it was even dripping down his neck. The remaining blood he had in his mouth he spit it at me, spraying it all over my face and clothes. “You fucking bastard!” I barked, quickly grabbing his jaw in one swift move I twisted his neck, breaking it, his lifeless body went limp.

“Simon!” Damian yelled, standing up. His pants were now back around his waist with his cock tucked in as if nothing happened.

“He spit on me, look at me!” I gestured to myself as the warm thick blood dripped down from my face. I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood off of me. 

“We don’t know if he drank the blood or not, you could have killed him!” 

Standing there with a huff I looked at the lifeless body of Bad Bunny. “He swallowed it, I saw his adams apple bob.” I informed Damian.

“You better be right about his or Roman is going to fucking kill us. He wanted the Bad Bunny in the picture.” Damian groaned out in frustration. 

“Look, let’s just get him to the bedroom and once he wakes up we’ll start the real fun, okay?” 

Damian didn’t say anything as he watched Bad Bunny trying to see any signs of life. “Okay fine.” 

“Okay, I think I might have killed him.” I confessed as I stared at Bad Bunny laying on the large bed, sprawled out. 

“I fucking knew you did! You did that on purpose!” Damian hissed, his hands came to his face and groaned. “Roman is going to fucking kill us.” 

As I looked over Bad Bunny’s body I soon jumped to the loud sound of gasping air. Bad Bunny shot up, his eyes wide staring at me and Damian. Bunny quickly patted himself over and even touched his face and lips, pulling his fingers back he tried to see if there was anything on them. “I had the most fucked up dream.” He breathed.

“I knew I didn’t kill him.” I smiled proudly over at Damian who’s eyes darkened at me. “Okay, maybe I did have very little hope he was going to change.”

“C- Change?” Bunny asked with an eyebrow arched. 

Damian and I gave each other one last glance before we sat at the foot of the bed. “Bunny, listen, things are going to be a little weird from now on. Okay?” Damian said. 

“Is this because Simon was sucking you off while we were kissing?” He looked back and forth between me and Damian. “I- I’m sorry if I made things awkward. Oh god.” Bunny clenched his stomach. “Why am I so hungry?” He groaned.

“Bunny, no not that.” I laughed. “We’re talking about why you’re hungry. You’re no longer human. You’re one of us now, a vampire.” I smiled, purposely showing off my sharp fangs.

“A vampire?” He asked, squinting in confusion. “I don’t understand. So,” he paused, his fingers dragging across his bottom lip. “So that wasn’t a dream?” 

“It was not.” There was a knock at the door. Damian stood up and went to answer it.

As the door opened there revealed a large Roman. “I predict that everything went well?” Roman asked, handing Damian a blood bag.

“Yes sir. He’s now waking up and we’re about to feed him.” Damian took the large bag from Roman’s hands.

“Good. I expect the other half to go well.” Roman nodded towards me which made me arch my eyebrow in confusion. What was going on?

“Yes sir.” With that Damian shut the door and made his way back to the bed. “Here, drink this.” Damian handed Bad Bunny the bag of dark oozing blood. 

Bad Bunny stared at the bag, the blood slightly sloshed around. “I- I can’t.” Bunny shoved the bag back towards Damian.

“Bunny, you need to eat this or else you’ll become unhinged and trust me,” My eyes drifted towards Damian, remembering all of the times I’ve put him through because I didn’t want to drink blood. “You don’t want that.” 

“But that’s blood.” Bunny’s face was slowly becoming a lighter shade as if he was going to get sick. 

“Bunny I swear if I have to feed you like a bird I will.” I growled, my fist clenching as I grew more impatient. 

“Simon.” Damian’s brow narrowed at my attitude. “Go sit over at the chair.” He ordered.

Sighing out loud I stood up from the bed and sat down in a cushioned single chair with my arms folded. 

“Now Bunny, I’m going to get you through this and I’ll even reward you.” Damian brought the bag up to his face and ripped it open with his teeth. 

“Reward me with what?” Bunny’s voice was soft and concerned as he watched Damian spit out the plastic somewhere on the floor. 

“You’ll have to finish your dinner to find out.” I watched as Damian brought the bag back up to his lips, he squeezed a little bit of the liquid into his mouth, leaning towards Bunny he pressed his lips against the rappers and slowly started to make out. I watched as the blood slightly dripped from their mouths onto the bed sheets. 

Bunny moaned against Damian’s lips, swallowing the blood Bunny pulled away licking his ruby lips. “It tastes sweet.” He breathed. 

“Such a good boy.” Damian smiled, pouring a little more blood back into his mouth, he soon straddled Bunny’s lap and reconnected his lips onto Bunny's, pouring the blood into his mouth as they shared a kiss.

Shifting in my seat at the sight of my boyfriend straddling Bunny, my still aching cock was trapped in my jeans. Hearing the soft sweet moans from the two men made me whimper.

“Is someone being impatient over there?” Damian asked, looking over his shoulder. 

My eyes stared at his pump ass as it was straddling Bunny’s clothed cock. “N- no.” I swallowed. 

“Good.” Damian went back to feeding Bunny, pouring the blood into his mouth and transferring it to him. This went on until the clear bag full of blood was empty. “Feel better?” Damian asked, his hips rolling over Bunny’s cock.

“Y- Yes, but- fuck.” Bunny groaned, tossing his head back as his hands gripped Damian’s waist. “You’re making me so hard.” Bunny cried out.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you. This is your reward.” Damian’s hand fiddled with Bunny’s Gucci belt. Tossing the leather strap somewhere on the floor he then started to unfasten his pants. “Oh look at you, so hard.” Damian’s hand dipped into Bunny’s boxers as he started to stroke the rapper's cock.

Bunny’s jaw dropped as Damian started to stroke him. “F- Fuck, yes I’m so hard. You made me this hard.” Whimpers escaped from his lips.

My mouth began to water at the sight of Damian playing with Bunny. A loud whimper left my throat grabbing the attention of Damian. “You can stay there and watch. This is his reward.” 

Swallowing, I nodded only to squeeze my thighs together and rest my hand upon my growing cock, I slowly massaged myself to get some sort of friction going.

With a blink of an eye Damian used his quick speed and undressed himself and Bunny. The two were now fully nude, Bunny was in the middle of the king size bed where Damian was hovering over him like a predator. “Now, since you’re a vampire, everything is going to be better. Your vision, hearing, taste and even how things feel.” Damian dragged his fingers down Bunny’s chest and stomach, he eyed his cock only to grab at the base making Bunny gasp loudly.

My eyes were glued on the two Puerto Rican men getting tangled up with one another on the large bed. My hand dipped into my pants about to grab ahold of my cock. It was as if Damian had eyes in the back of his hand. “You don’t get to touch your cock until you’re told to.” A soft whine left my lips as I pulled my hand back, gripping the arm rest my nails dug deep.

Damian tossed Bunny’s legs around his waist. “The orgasms are to die for.” Damian winked, bringing his palm to his mouth he bit into it, blood poured into his hand. He wrapped his bloody hand around his hard cock, lubing it. “Hmm, fuck.” Damian purred, stroking himself hard. Lining himself towards Bunny’s entrance he slowly nudged his bloody cock inside.

Bunny made soft yelps and whimpers as Damian’s thick cock pushed past his snug walls. “Oooh fuck, you’re gripping me so tight.” Damian praised, his head hung low as if he was trying to control himself from orgasming right then and there. Bunny’s hands were lazily tracing all over his own chest, pinching his nipples with one hand and the other cupping and stroking his cock.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked in a soft tone, his eyes tracing over Bunny.

“Please, stuff me full daddy.” Bunny whined.

Hearing Bunny beg to be fucked had me biting my bottom lip. My cock begged to be touched as my mouth watered with anticipation, waiting to join the two. 

“Oh, so needy.” Damian snapped his hips in a quick motion, fully resting inside of Bunny. Bunny howled out a moan, arching his back as he gripped the sheets underneath him. “So responsive.” Damian chuckled, dragging his hips back he pushed forward again, starting to pick up a pace of his liking.

“Fuck, yes. Don’t stop, please.” Bunny panted, his head pressed firmly against the plushy pillows as Damian’s hips kept snapping against him. “Feels so good.”

I gripped the bottom of my shirt, ripping it off of me. My hands wandered over my stomach, trailing towards my chest. My nipples were soon in between my fingers as I pinched and tweaked at them. Breathless moans left my throat as my nipples tightened.

“You take my cock so well, such a good boy.” Damian grunted, skin against skin echoed in the room as Damian’s thrust picked up. “Fuck, might just have to make you my own personal slut.”

A whimper left my throat at the thought of that, the thought of Damian not needing me anymore made my heart slightly crack. Damian must have noticed as he looked over his shoulder at me with a smirk. “Our own personal slut, would you like that Simon?” Damian corrected himself.

I nodded my head yes, actually liking the idea of Bad Bunny under myself and Damian, pleasing us whenever we wanted.

“F- Fuck yes please! I want to be your personal little slut.” Bunny sobbed out. 

“Well you heard him, Simon.” Damian grunted in between words. “Get over here and ride him like the whore he is.” 

As soon as Damian’s words hit my ears I was up, undressed and straddling Bunny in no time with my super speed. My raging hard cock propped against my stomach as my hole clenched around nothingness, begging to be filled. Damian held the base of Bunny’s cock, angling it at the right position. “Lean back.” Damian’s free hand held my waist helping guide myself onto Bunny’s cock. 

A relief sigh left my lips as Bunny’s raw cock entered me. “Fuck, he’s so big.” I hummed, swiveling my hips as I slowly sank down Bunny’s length. Looking down to see Bunny’s reaction I couldn’t help but to laugh at how cock drunk he looked. “It looks like he can’t handle it.” I teased as I rose myself up only to be pushed back down.

“I- I can- fuck, it just feels so good.” Bunny sobbed as I kept riding him at a slow pace.

“Now Simon, don’t tease.” Damian warned behind me as he trailed kisses all over the back of my shoulder to my neck. “Show Bunny a good time.” A loud yelp escaped my lips as Damian’s rough hand slapped against my ass cheek. 

Moaning lowly as I started to pick up the pace, I slammed down on Bunny’s cock while Damian behind me was thrusting against Bunny’s tight ass. Damian’s hand wrapped around my throat, giving it a tight grip as he pinned my back against his toned stomach. “Feel so good.” He murmured.

Each time I drove my hips downwards, Bunny’s hips would buck up making all three of us moan at the movements. “I’m going to come.” Bunny whined, sweat beading down his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.

“Fuck, me too.” Damian grunted.

“M- My cock, please.” I choked. 

“Fuck, you can touch yourself baby.” Damian nearly forgot to give me permission to touch myself which made me want to curse at him. The thought of cussing him out left my brain as I felt Bad Bunny’s hand wrap around my precome leaking cock. 

“Oh god, Bunny.” My hips jutter against him, grinding against his cock, hitting all the right places. 

“Come for me,  Bunny. Fuck, I want to feel your come inside me.” I whined, quickly grinding faster against Bunny. 

Loud moans echoed all around the bedroom from the three of us. Damian’s hands gripped my waist, helping me bounce on Bunny’s large cock, I sobbed as I slammed down on his thickness with the rhythm of Bunny’s hand stroking me.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m fucking com- coming.” Damian growled, his hips slamming faster as he fucked deeper into Bunny. 

“Oh god, fuck yes!” Bunny moaned loudly as Damian filled his greedy hole with his seed, triggering Bunny’s orgasm. Arching my back as I felt Bad Bunny’s seed filling me with his large load, I screamed out his name.

I had to give Bunny credit, with the powerful orgasm Damian fucked out of him, he never stopped his movements on my cock. Looking down, my jaw slacked as I cried out, spraying my come all over Bunny’s chest and chin. “Oh my god.” I sobbed, my whole body shaking from the aftermath. I collapsed on top of Bunny, not caring about the sticky mess in between us, his cock still stuffed in my ass while Damian slowly pulled out of Bunny.

“You know, you ride more of a whore than I am.” Bunny whispered in my ear. 

A blush rose upon my cheeks as I hid my face in his neck. “It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten fucked, shut up.” I told him.

Damian came back with a wet washcloth, cleaning in between Bunny’s thighs, he helped me off of Bunny’s cock and started to clean me up. I collapsed beside Bunny, catching my breath.

“So, does this mean I’m in the club?” Bunny propped himself up on his elbows, looking at us.

“Hmm kinda.” I licked my lips, remembering about the ritual he needed to do in order to officially get in.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now.” Damian tossed the wet messy cloth into the dirty hamper. “Sleep. The both of you.” Damian eyed me as I was about to protest. “I need to speak with our leader, you two need to get your rest just in case we have to go again with our Tribal Chief.” With that Damian got dressed and left the room with myself and Bad Bunny.

“So…” I trailed my finger over his chest. “I’m not really that tired.” 

Bad Bunny gave me a lazy smirk. “Me either.” He wiggled his eyebrows making me straddle him once more.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Why Can't You Be Like Endicott? ('Cause I'm Free)

Why Can't You Be Like Endicott? ('Cause I'm Free) https://ift.tt/zmMGlo4 by rouge_and_riddles Dean’s main problem now, other than the invasive thoughts of sticking sleeping pills in his own superfood smoothies, is that the new secretary, his new secretary, is the hottest guy he’s ever seen in his fucking life. Words: 1195, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Dean Smith (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Smith (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Bottom Dean Smith (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Smut, Elevator Sex, Trapped In Elevator, Boss/Employee Relationship, POV Dean Smith (Supernatural), POV Dean Winchester, Castiel is a Milton (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, No Lube, whoops via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/wPCYBTX May 28, 2024 at 01:22PM

[chimcess]

Nachash || JHS (teaser)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Release Date: Oct 31st Genre: Supernatural AU, Demon!Hoseok, Med Student!Reader, Smut, One night stand, Angst, Horror AU, Incubus! Hoseok Rating: 18+ (don’t interact if you’re a minor) Word Count Goal: 10k Summary: From the time she was born, Y/N knew what the expectations were. Her parents had made it clear: lawyer or doctor. She chose the latter. Now a medical student, Y/N’s life is seemingly on track. That is until she begins to have strange dreams about an unknown man. When she sees him during her night out with friends, she finds herself unable to keep her hands off of him. Warnings: Strong language, Hoseok has a demon side (like physically different), Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, manhandling, Virgin!Reader, Inexperienced!Reader, Good girl reader, hard dom Hoseok, Hoseok is a menace, he’s also very sus, so much blood, choking, slapping, biting, spanking, suffocation, thigh riding, double and triple penetration, anal, use of sex toys, spicy lube, rimming, oral (m&f), face-fucking, unprotected sex (wrap it up), DARK ENDING, main character death (graphic), graphic violence, Read at you own risk

The nightmares had been going on for a while now. Though I could not remember exactly when the first one came to me, it had been two months since they turned sexual. The worst came when I was doing 24-hour shifts, as if my mind was playing some sick game on me. There was always a man, the same man, with golden eyes that would glow in the darkness. His skin soft, supple, and perfect. Sometimes, when I would close my eyes, his perfect face would flash in the back of my eyelids. It would always end the same way. I would climax, body thrashing violently, only to look up and see his skin peeling away, ashes raining down, while fire started to slip through the cracks. My own body would begin to burn, and horrified screams flew out of my lips as the once perfect face revealed a skull with flames and black smoke oozing out of it. I would wake up just as it reached for my throat. The scenario changed but the ending never did.

[chaos0pikachu]

Fwiw, The Eclipse was what got me into gmmtv! I will say that it is a highschool setting, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless bc it's got a bit of those "boarding school" vibes even though it's not truly that. Not to mention if you enjoy FK, they're absolutely phenomenal in the show. The plot was great until the last couple eps where it suffered a bit, but the FK chemistry alone CARRIED that show soo well. One look between them had so much. Plus the side pairing was also easy to get invested in!

Pt 2 of The Eclipse rec (sorry for rambling haha) but wanted to add, I watched 2gether & just couldn't get into it bc I struggled with the main characters chemistry and some of the acting. But none of those issues there with Eclipse! F&K are incredible talents and have a lot of awesome range. Plus having seen First in Not Me, it's wild how different his character is in eclipse but he still does so well! Plus the show covers a lot of themes about mental health, grief, class diff, etc.

Babydoll never apologize for rambling my ask box is open for a reason

I'll admit, I'm not a huge~~ fan of GMMTV shows like they're getting better, they're doing more and taking more risks and I'm hella happy for them. I'm def checking out Midnight Museum b/c supernatural horror is my fucking shit that hits every hot point I have I've watched some other GMMTV shows and they just....didn't hit for me.

2Gether was booooooooring it was so boring, the actor who played Sarawat couldn't act lord have mercy I'm sorry to that man but he couldn't he was so stiff I was like somebody lube up his face and joints a bit also the plot broke my brain like Tine just fucking tell Green you don't like him or don't wanna date him and if he keeps pressuring you report his ass to your uni dean like my god you couldn't find ONE girl to pretend to be your girlfriend ugggh so dumb and his friends were so ANNOYING anyways

I did love First in Not Me, and you bring up a reason why I like First in general; he's had a lot of screen partners (romantic ones) and that's only helped his acting imo. To the surprise of no one who's been following my blog for a minute I do not like Acting Pairs (I refuse to call them ships they're coworkers). Don't get me wrong I like different APs like I'm ready to see Nouel and Boss in another series together I freaking loved them as Rain and Payu it'd be dope.

BUT I'd 1000% be down to see Nouel and Peat in a series together as romantic leads too. And Boss/Fort too because why not?? Why not??? They all have great chemistry together let's mix things up! I've said for a while now I'd love to see Apo and Bible in a series together b/c they have awesome chemistry and they're both strong actors so why not?? I find it limiting to both the actors and the audience to constantly restrain them under strict Acting Pairs.

I saw someone on twitter say they thought they could never ship Perth (of SaintPerth fame) with someone else again but now they could and that's just bonkers thinking to me idk idk ANYWAYS

I guess I gotta give The Eclipse a try if only for First and Khao b/c I do like them individually and I just gotta ignore the knee shorts as ridiculous as they look. The show sounds pretty good conceptually ugggh it's on the list but my god high school settings First can't even pass for a high school my god lmao

[guiltiest-gear]

my adhd is killin me Imma just let it out one time 

I would let both of my smash mains raw me at the same time (bowser+Incineroar)

Pineapple pizza is good

I want to peg link

Kakyoin didnt get the *spirit ascending* animation because he went to hell

I didnt give a fuck when Pitou killed Kite

Gen Five sucks and all the rivals were forgettable

Warrior cats is so confusing how do yall remember what their names are and what they look like?? 

I ate a prickly pear cactus with the spikes once 

Raymond himself is ok people just overiaced, overhyped, and overpriced him

I only started playing resident evil cus i thought Leon was smexc

sex scenes are awkward and unnecessary in live action and animated media 

Looking back at your past interests/obsessions (mlp, Danganronpa, Home stuck, undertale fnaf ect.) and being embarrassed by them means you grew as a person and its ok it is VERY fucked up, however, to belittle others who still like those things 

Bakugo has 0(zero) character development, the only episodes where he is actually tolerable are the ones were he has less that 3 minutes of screen time. Just say you want him to choke you and go 🙄

I used ketchup as lube once 

I give zero fucks about supernatural unless its about the scooby-doo crossover, Ik im not alone when I say this but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP IT OFF MY DASH

yea Bruno is ´UwU 0w0 mommy´ but he manipulated minors into joining the mafia and planned to torture and dismember Giorno on sight 

I headcanon Inosuke as trans (no I will not elaborate)

H. P. Lovecraft'ss cat was named Niggerman  

(God there’s so much going on and the you wanting you get rawwed by Bowser and Incinroar is just too much to handle, like I know you’re a furry and all but holy fucking shit)

Submitted by @bu-bu-bunny

[ao3feed-castiel]

Never Knew Anybody ‘Til I Knew You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nXr0SL

by lefurlong

Waves crash against the Maine coastline and if it weren’t freezing in the cabin, it would be extremely peaceful. If half the roof wasn’t caved in above the loft, it would be a cozy place to bunk for a few days, and Dean could take his time with Cas. The sun is rising, though, and they don’t have much time as it is. Dean doesn’t want to rush but he wants to keep the promise he made to Cas earlier, before they were under the threat of being smited—smote?—by Raphael.

Dean’s had a lot of last nights on earth, and he��s headed for more, he knows, and he wouldn’t waste any of them sitting quietly. He promised Cas that he won’t let him die a virgin, not on his watch, and they head out, hours to go before Raphael appears.

Words: 2169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Raphael (Supernatural)

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Smut, I have no excuse this is really just smut, Episode AU: s05e03 Free to Be You and Me, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, holy oil as lube, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, First Time

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nXr0SL

[unforth]

So I have no idea what The Untamed is, but I keep seeing it show up on my dash. So I kinda want to check it out. Can you tell me if there's actual queer representation in it? Or is it more of a destiel kind of situation right now? (Love your fanfic btw)

ALRIGHT ANON I hope you’re ready to listen to me go the fuck off cause I’m so gonna because I fucking love this show!

Right off the bat, to answer the “is it more of a destiel kind of situation” the answer is absolutely fucking not, nor will it ever be, because The Untamed is 50 episodes long and complete, so where it is now is where it will always be. And where it is now...okay, so The Untamed is based on a novel called Modao Zushi (variously translated but the most commonly accepted is “Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation”). MDZS exists in five different versions - the original novel (complete), an animation (in progress), a comic (in progress), a radio drama (...actually I have no idea if it’s done...) and The Untamed (the live action TV show). 

What it is...it’s originally a Chinese BL danmei (a novel, in this case published serially on a subscription website) by an author who writes under the pseudonym Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. It’s xianxia, which is a genre of Chinese fantasy inspired by Chinese mythology, religion, martial arts, and all kinds of other stuff...as a Westerner coming in with no experience, it’s been a LOT to learn the genre tropes and I’m still getting the hang of it, but you don’t need to know anything to appreciate the show - I didn’t, and nor did many of my friends, and we’ve all loved it. It has a wonderful ensemble cast (...okay, well, full disclosure, it has a wonderful male ensemble cast, the women in the novel leave something to be desired, they’re much better fleshed out in The Untamed but I could still wish for more in that regard...) with tons of side shipping potential...like, my favorite character isn’t even one of the two in the main ship, and I’d honestly be hard pressed to even name a top five because I love them all so much, and there’s a side ship I love almost as much as the main ship, and is also so close to canon as makes no difference, at least imo. The plot is pretty well fleshed out (or at least the points that are nonsensical are surprisingly easy to ignore...if you’ve seen Jupiter Ascending it had some of the same feel in that regard, like “parts of this writing are a trash fire but I’m enjoying the overall effect so much that I don’t even care any more”). The sets and the costumes are absolutely fucking gorgeous and if the CGI for some of the monsters made me want to weep it was so bad...well, I was a fan of Hercules the Legendary Journeys in the 90s so I’m prepared to forgive a lot to watch hot guys kick some ass, and speaking of the hot guys...

The main ship is composed of this guy, Wei Wuxian...

He is a quintessential disaster bi and I love him and would die for him. The novel is told primarily from his PoV and even The Untamed tends to focus more on his angle than others.

His other half is this guy, Lan Wangji...

(okay the glasses are NOT canon but how am I supposed to resist that line??). He is rule-following, law-abiding, and I totally didn’t get him at first and now I adore him.

This is full enemies to lovers in the best possible way.

From a Destiel PoV, I basically write Wei Wuxian the same way I write Dean, and I basically write Lan Wangji the same way I write Castiel, and people tell me pretty often that they love my characterizations so...the personality parallels, they are strong.

Their ship is most commonly called WangXian. Are they canon? In the novel, yes. They are canon. They are literally married. They have actual explicit sex that you can read in all its glorious detail (actually I shouldn’t talk it up that much I didn’t personally enjoy the canon sex all that much but that’s a totally different topic). They are the most canon of canon, no holds barred, mano-a-mano, god I wish they’d use lube, I can tell you who canonically tops and bottoms and what their main kinks are, and they are so in love and there are ridiculous declarations at the worst possible moments and there’s a wedding...it’s canon. 

Now, China has some pretty crazy censorship laws that include making it an arrestable, punishable offense to make the queer explicit in the TV show. Thus, there is no explicit moment where, in The Untamed, they say, “yes we are a couple and we are in love.” However, the following things are canon:

-they are soulmates (link to gif set by @ohsesuns - the source for these two gifs, I hope you can forgive me just embedding them but someone asked me for a guide and I think just linking might not get the point across/require too much expectation of people clicking through...)

-they have their own theme song...which is called the portmanteau of their ship name (link to gif set by @wangxiians, with two used for demonstration purposes...again, my apologies for embedding them like this, I’ll pull them if you’d prefer) And mind you, in this scene, Lan Wangji just sang their song out loud while a montage played of important moments in their relationship with each other it is the gayest most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

-THIS IS LITERALLY HOW THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER

-neither has a female love interest or any other romantic subplot or any kind of “fake out” and this is the way Lan Wangji looks every time Wei Wuxian is like, “you’re never gonna get a girlfriend with that attitude” (labeled as by someone named mabomanji on a website called tenor that I’ve never used before...)

-DID I MENTION THIS IS HOW THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER

-oh and they have a son...sort of...close enough...okay it’s way more complicated than that but whatevs I don’t want to spoil all the fun...

-OH MY GOD I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION THE HANDFASTING? Lan Wangji constantly lets Wei Wuxian touch the “sacred headband that only family members and loved ones can touch” and at one point to protect Wei Wuxian he wraps it around each of their wrists (source for this screen cap is a set on twitter by krayziewes)

I’m sure at least three people will look at this and be like HOW DID YOU LEAVE OUT THIS OTHER THING and all three things they name will be DIFFERENT because the show is just that fucking gay.

So you ask me, is it like Destiel?

With Supernatural, with Destiel, the show writers, producers, everyone, strings us along, giving us just enough to think we’ve got a chance. The only risk they face in making it canon would be a drop in rating and alienation of some of the fanbase and yet they refuse to do it. I do not believe and have never believed that Destiel will be canon, and my reaction is constant disappointment, because seriously, what would it cost them to show it? Absolutely fucking nothing, especially now that it’s ending now, but they won’t. (okay, that’s just my opinion, I guess the last few episodes will show...but I at least have zero hope.)

With The Untamed...with Wangxian...literally everyone involved in The Untamed risked being disappeared by the Chinese government and actual imprisonment to make the show as gay as humanly possible without quiiiiiiiiiiite crossing the line into explicit queerness. Behind the scenes footage makes it clear that the entire cast and production crew have read the novel. The crew jokingly refers to Wei Wuxian as Lan Wangji’s wife (yeah, sorry, there’s some splashes of misogyny especially in the novel) and the looks on any of the actors’ faces when they’re interviewed and asked about (female) love interests are honestly fucking priceless...but no one can say it out loud, no one can make it explicit in the purest sense, because they risk their livelihoods, their families, their futures, their lives, if they say in reply to that interviewer, “um are you a fucking moron didn’t you realize there WAS a romance in the show and it was between two men?” But everyone with a half a brain knows. It’s not subtle. It’s not a secret. My straight cis male friend who is watching keeps screaming at me about how gay it is and he’s only on like episode 10.

Would I kill for a canon kiss or an actual traditional love declaration?

Yes, of course, I’d love that. 

But do I think WangXian isn’t canon in The Untamed just because it isn’t shown in those most simplistic terms?

Oh my god it is so canon WangXian are husbands and they are in love and they live for each other and it’s amazing and I adore theeeeeeeeeeeem. 

Wangxian. Are. Canon.

[crapitskizaru]

My Pirate. (Eustass Kid x Reader)

Warning: filth, lil bit of weird roleplay, slight descriptions of gore scenes in a horror movie

Word Count: 1,9k

The darkness of the Halloween night behind the window would have been disturbing if it wasn’t for the close warmth beside you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Even if someone with ill intentions wanted to give you a scare, they would fail miserably - there was simply nothing scarier than the man you were currently cuddling with. You silently wondered if there was a safer place on Earth than the one you were in - his protective embrace.

“What a coward,” your boyfriend snarled. “You gotta find a weapon and fight. I wouldn’t ever run away, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” You moved your focus back to the screen. “But I think any murderer would rather be the one running away. You’re simply too scary to handle.”

His grimace turned into a smirk as he whispered into your ear. “But you can handle me.”

The voice he gave you was flirtatious and bluntly hinting at what it was that he wanted. But it didn’t take you by surprise, he was always like this. And so the TV screen consumed your attention once more.

The main protagonists in the movie were, to put it lightly, having a hard time. There were screams and jumpscares involved every few seconds, the unsettling music seemingly running down your veins with each turn of the camera and each location the murderer appeared in.

It didn’t bother your boyfriend at all. He laughed at the scene where teeth were brutally snatched out from one of the main character’s gums, he cheered the murderer on during their numerous attempt on skinning their victim alive.

In his amazing costume that resembled both a pirate and a New Romantic fashion, it felt as if Kid was born for Halloween. Ever since you’d gotten into a relationship, you always spent the night with him - and he always made sure to make it a memorable experience.

A moment of suspense from the sudden, lingering silence on-screen was abruptly cut off by a faint sound of a text message.

“It’s Killer,” Kid muttered, mindlessly scanning his phone. “Says he’ll be at least an hour late.”

“Mmmh...” Your casual stretch not going unnoticed by your boyfriend as he scooped you closer. “That’s good, actually. We’ll be able to finish the movie.”

“What movie?” His words were barely audible with how his lips were already in your neck, eagerly catching your skin.

“It tickles!” you laughed, grasping his hair. “Oh my God, at least wait until the movie ends-”

“What movie?” he repeated with a grin, huge body obscuring your vision of the screen as he moved to your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own.

He went from mildly interested in all the sophisticated torture methods and gore scenes to being as enthusiastically turned-on as possible in literal seconds, it was difficult to catch a breath.

Your body only reacting after a few moments spent near his warmth; your mind dizzy with agitation and slight anxiety, there was no time to gather your thoughts.

His lips were cold against yours, your body numb with too many sensations - your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh, his chest pressed up against yours, his licking tongue and his whole frame that you struggled to grasp in your embrace.

Your palms rubbed feverishly around the nape of his neck, only to slide down and come around toward his front, mouth reaching to keep up with the pace of the kiss.

“I wanna have sex so badly,”‌ he groaned, parting and exhaling against your ear. “We can fuck before Killer comes.”‌

To give yourself some time to think the response through, you caught his lips again and tried to calm your racing thoughts; all of them currently busy with telling you how hot Kid was and how you could spend the whole night just making out with him on the couch.

“Let me just-” you finally breathed out, touching your forehead to his. “-go to the bathroom real quick.”‌

“Don’t take too long. Else I’ll just start jacking off on my own and cum in five minutes.”‌

After cupping his face and giving him a teasing peck, your legs felt shaky when you went upstairs for some time for yourself. There was no denying the hungry pool in your stomach that just ached to be satisfied by your boyfriend.

The trip to the bathroom was indeed as quick as you could make it, as you found yourself in the bedroom - wondering just which toys to grab for this particular night.

Before you could as much as evaluate the possibilities, your gaze landed behind the window. The darkness had been replaced by faint light reflecting from the moon, revealing the busy streets; all around there were spooky decorations hanging from the roofs, covering the gardens and driveways, shining on the lamp posts.

There was a distant feeling of longing in your heart at the sight - the chilly October weather, the soon perspective of the New Year, the veil of the supernatural in the air, it all added to the chills that ran down your spine.

You couldn’t wait to go out with Kid and his friends onto the streets and relish in the eerie atmosphere while admiring the costumes of passing-by strangers, all while taking attempts to frighten one another with scary stories.

“Changed your mind?”‌

Your heart skipped a beat, your face and chest heating up in surprise. There he was, his tall figure standing in the doorway.

“Hm?‌‌ Sorry, got a little…lost in thought,”‌ you smiled as he walked closer, his arms enveloping you from behind. “Just look, isn’t the night magical?”‌

“It is,”‌ he hummed. “But not magical enough to leave me hanging for so long.”‌

“Didn’t you say you would start jerking off on your own?”‌

“I’d rather you did it.”‌ He gave you a smirk. “Besides, I‌ had to check on you. What if I was a vicious pirate? What would you do?”‌

His tone was getting more teasing as he sent a few licks down your neck, the previous hunger and impatience seemingly lost. You had to admit - imagining your boyfriend as a pirate was as ridiculous as it was exciting, making the arousal in your gut heat up once more.

“You?‌ A vicious pirate?‌‌ You’re far too soft for that,”‌ you cooed and flushed your back against his chest harder. “You wouldn’t harm an innocent being. And I, sir, am as innocent as a human can get.”‌

“And the fact that all of our sex toys are displayed on the bed‌ is supposed to be the proof of that?‌‌”‌

You tried to hide the embarrassment by reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling his face into your neck once again.

He just chuckled. “Very innocent, indeed.”‌

“Even if you were a pirate…I’d have captivated you with my natural charm,”‌ you muttered while pressing your butt against his groin. “And took it from there.”‌

His satisfied grunt was followed by the harsh dig of his nails into your hipbones, hands already moving to get rid of the costume you had on.

“What if I was very vicious?”‌‌ One movement exposed your skin to the chilly air of the room that was soon forgotten when his warm palms kneaded your butt. “Vicious and cruel. And savage.”‌‌ He accented the last word with a harsh bite to your neck.

You couldn’t stifle the moan that was breathed out as soon as you rest your head back against his shoulder.

“I‌ would have begged that pirate.”‌‌ Your body responded to your needs faster than you’d have imagined as it rubbed along your boyfriend’s in a needy manner. “I‌ would have begged and pleaded for him to take me.”‌

“And if that pirate would make you scream your name?‌ Would you still want him?”‌

“Yes,”‌ you whispered, closing your eyes and heightening the sensations of his warm body near yours, his hands roaming around your chest, lips taking care of your neck. “Yes. Please.”‌

You could feel him rubbing against your backside, the slow rolls of his hips so distant to his usual manner. The window in front of you acted as nothing else than a way for you to support yourself as the weight behind you suddenly disappeared, only to come back to you after a few seconds.

Kid poured the lube into his hand, pants already down to his ankles, the slicky sound of it being spread along his cock cutting through the silent, dark room and digging deep into your gut in anticipation.

You rested your hands against the windowpane, spreading your legs open as if to offer yourself up to him completely.

His name was whispered when one of your hands got ahold of his hair again, your mouth catching the corner of his lips but soon flying open when you felt him pushing himself inside of you.

Hips snapping against your skin, he set the pace as rough but oddly slow, his breath on your ear.

“That’s not very vicious,”‌ you hummed, resting your forehead on the window glass. This time your senses were far too distracted to pay attention to the lovely sight of the Halloween night.

“You just wait.”‌

You felt his length poking and rubbing inside, the pleasure already starting to wake in your gut. His fingers dove forward to stroke your thighs and in between them - wherever he reached, your legs seemed to give out and start to tremble from the amount of stimulation.

His warm skin touching yours kept on sending sparks up and down your spine, and his words - those being whispered and mumbled so intimately - made you feel like you two were the only people in the universe, right at that moment.

You tried to lean on the window to prevent yourself from sliding down, but there was hardly any strength left in your body. The matter being quickly disregarded when your boyfriend hoisted you up and pushed himself even deeper.

He grunted with pleasure. “I‌ fucking love how you feel around me.”‌

His thrusts began to slide harder inside, his pace even - the friction and delicious sensation of being filled started to set your whole body aflame until its burst was laying within your reach.

“I‌ love you,”‌ the whisper stumbled from your lips before you could stop it, but you were too lost in Kid’s presence to care. “I‌ love you.‌”

“‌I know,‌” he smirked, his cock rolling into your inside relentlessly and drawing a sharp breath each time. “Who wouldn’t?”‌

The teasing tone earned him a quick bite on the lip as you pulled him into a kiss, it being the last impulse you needed to gasp his name out loud and reach your high.

You fell forward against the window, worn out and still shaken by the roaming pleasure between your legs. Your boyfriend was also near his release, as he suddenly pulled out and came on your back with a breathless groan. “Oh, fuck!”

His body was soon slumped over yours, his heavy breath heating up your skin even more. You felt a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

“I would do anything for you.‌ You little shit.”‌

“I know,”‌ you laughed weakly and turned around to face him, finally able to give him a proper kiss. “‌Who wouldn’t?”‌

[carryonmyswansong]

A Birthday Celebration |  Chapter 6: Filled to the Brim

This work of fiction contains adult themes and subject matter. Please do not read, reply, or reblog, if you are under the age of 18.

Series Summary: Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be. Chapter Summary: After a nap, the fun continues. Word Count: 2827 Characters: Reader; Supernatural- Benny Lafitte, Dean Winchester; X-Men Universe- Remy LeBeau Pairings: Remy x Reader, Benny x Remy, Dean x Reader Warnings: fluff; smut: oral male receiving - the first instance is two blow jobs at the same time with one mouth, cum eating, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, unprotected sex, it isn't discussed but Reader is on birth control, group sex - one p in v + one p in (male's) ass, powers use during sex, prostate milking, voyeurism; A/N: oh so much fun to write this! ^_^

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You wake a couple of hours later, feeling fully rested. It must be the air here, you think to yourself. You blink as you register the sounds around you. It is the distinct noise of lips smacking together. You hum in amusement. Looking at the foot of the bed, Remy and Benny are lip locked and touching each other all over, like they can’t touch enough skin fast enough. You giggle at the sight.

Remy turns a deep shade of red, like a kid being caught being naughty and Benny laughs. “We were gone wait for you, love, but this one wouldn't keep his hands to hisself.” Benny makes a motion pointing his thumb at Remy and Remy blushes again.

“Can you blame him, Benny? You are so damn delectable. Now please, don’t stop on my account.” You are hoping that while one is fucking the other, that the available cock will be fucking you. Almost like they can read your mind, Remy motions for you to join them.

You crawl on your hands and knees to them and start to pull Remy’s boxer briefs down. You peel them off his legs and throw them on the floor. While you were doing this, he was doing the same to Benny. Both of their cocks on display, your mouth starts to water. Remy’s body hair is a wild tameness, just like the rest of him. It is thick, but trimmed. The light hits it and the dark curls take on a deep shade of red. Benny’s body hair is light in color and trimmed close to his skin. Both are perfect for their bodies and you can’t wait to put your mouth on them.

You can’t choose so you motion for them to get closer together. “Get close enough so I can touch you both at the same time.” You swear Benny moaned and Remy whined.

Their cocks almost touching you wrap your fist around them both, bringing them together. Both so different from each other. Remy’s long and lean, dark and circumcised, where Benny’s is thick, long, as pale as the rest of him, and uncircumcised. You slowly and gently stroke your hand, which pulls Benny’s foreskin down, causing him to groan and shiver with anticipation. Both men grab your shoulders to steady themselves. You lean down and bring your mouth to their heads and lick across them both. There is no way you can fit them in your mouth, completely, but you can fit enough of their heads in your mouth to make them shiver and moan. Their sounds are perfect. You can feel your slick seeping down your thighs.

Careful of your teeth, you suck the tips, and stroke your hand where your mouth can’t reach. You hear a voice hiss and another one utter “Oh fuck” and you smile as best you can. The taste coming from them is just as different as the cocks themselves. Remy is sweet and and Benny is slightly metallic and salty. Neither is unpleasant and you feel like you could taste them all day.

You can tell both are getting close to release, when the noises they both make are becoming more strangled and their grip on you tightens. Benny’s is a little painful and you shake your shoulder to let him know he’s too tight. “Sorry, darlin’” he utters through his moans. You hum in response, as he loosens his grip but doesn’t let go. He is so good for you. You want to drive them over the edge. You gently scrape your teeth. Not enough to hurt, just enough to give a different sensation and you know you’ve done the trick when both try to pull out of your mouth. You don't let them, wanting to taste at least the first spurts of their orgasm.

They both make sounds like growling and you taste the first of the sticky heat on your tongue. Pulling your mouth off them with a loud pop, you let them finish cumming on your chest, still pumping them together in your fist.

“My good boys. Such a beautiful sight, seeing you come undone together like this,” you purr. You smile at them and both look about ready to collapse. You let go of them as you feel them going soft, and you reach for something on the nightstand to clean yourself off. Before you can get the cloth, Remy and Benny both have swooped in on you, pinning you to the bed and licking you clean.

Good lord you’ve never been so turned on in your life. You know Benny can smell it, as he growls under his breath at you and you run your fingers through his hair.

Your skin now clean, the two men kiss each other again, sharing the taste of you and them on each other’s tongues. You moan at the sight of it.

You lick your lips. “So. What’s next, boys?” you ask, trying to keep the eagerness out of your voice, but failing. Both men chuckle at this.

“Mmm I think I’m gonna fuck you now,” Remy declares.

“And I think I’m gonna fuck him,” Benny says, matter of factly.

“Oh damn,” you say, under your breath.

Remy smirks at you and gently pushes you down on the bed. He is leaning over you, between your legs, with his ass in the air.

You look over his shoulder and Benny is staring at the space between Remy’s ass cheeks with a surprised look on his face. “Damn baby boy. Did you know this was gone happen?”

“No, but I wanted to surprise you.” He looks down at you when you tilt your head in confusion. “I have a little jeweled present back there for him to pluck. So that I am nice and ready for him.” This makes you blush a little.

Remy makes a sound deep in this throat, when Benny tugs the ruby tipped silver plug, but not removing it. It bumps against his prostate, causing Remy to whine..

You whine and thrust your hips, bumping your mound against his hand. “Patience, love. I need to make sure I don’t hurt you on the way in,” Remy declares and slides two fingers into your wet heat.

The air is knocked out of you, since he was gentle but swift, hitting the nerves on the inside with his fingers, and tapping your clit with his thumb at the same time.

He scissors his fingers for a few turns and then when he thinks you are ready, he pulls his hand away. You whine at the loss of it. In one swift motion, he pulls you towards him, using your legs, so they are on either side of his hips and his cock is resting on your mound. He bucks his hips, rubbing himself against you. You pant and whine all at once, wanting more.

“Oh, fuck me,” you moan under your breath.

“As you wish, chère,” he says.

With a smile, he pulls back and lines his head up with your entrance. He grasps his length in his hand and slides it up and down along your slit, bumping your clit, parting your folds and slowly glides in. You both groan as he seats himself. Once he’s in as far as your walls allow, he gets on his knees so his ass is in the air once more, with his arms on either side of your head.

This whole time, Benny was watching the two of you, head cocked to the side, eyes moving between your face and Remy’s jewel. He grins when Remy presents himself. Reaching, he slowly removes the silver plug, wiggling it a little, as it brushes past Remy’s prostate, causing the man to growl above you. The sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating down your body. You shiver at the sensation. Remy smiles at you as he slowly thrusts into you. Your gasps and sounds spurring him on.

Benny taps Remy’s hip and the man stills his movements, while buried deep inside you. You start to flex your internal muscle around him, causing him to twitch inside you. “Not playing fair, chère,” he whispers to you. Taking this as a signal, Benny thrusts his fingers inside Remy, causing the man to buck into you harder than he intended and causing you both to yell out in sudden pleasure. Benny smirks to himself because he just found Remy’s sweet spot. He gently rubs his fingertips against it.

“Brother, you don’t stop that this show is gonna end before it gets started,” he growls, over his shoulder, panting with the effort of holding back.

Benny laughs a little. “Hand me that bottle next to you, darlin,” he asks. His tone is sticky sweet and you just know he’s got something up his proverbial sleeve. You reach for it, and hand it to Remy. Remy holds it for a moment, his hand glowing a little, before he tosses it over his shoulder to the vampire.

Benny catches it. “Thanks for heating it up for me.” He smirks. He opens the bottle. He grasps his length, cupping his hand around the tip. He squeezes some of the lube in the cup he’s made, and strokes himself until he is nice and slick. He then squeezes lube onto his fingertips and runs them between Remy’s legs, teasing the space just above his balls.

Remy yells out, not expecting the sensation. “You and her must be working on the same side. What’s with the ‘not playing fair’ thing?” Remy thrusts into you, again, pulling your legs up higher to go deeper. He has set a leisurely pace, and isn’t going too hard or fast so he can save the main event for when Benny is inside him.

Benny just smirks and says, “Vampire. Pirate,” and climbs onto the bed behind Remy.

This makes you giggle and Remy thrusts into you with a dark expression on his face, as a response. He is smiling extra wickedly. You shiver under him.

Remy stills his movements, again, as Benny gets comfortable between Remy’s feet. You see his hand move and you know from Remy’s eyes rolling back that he is running his cock against Remy’s own entrance. He leans forward over you and you feel his cock twitch inside you and Remy lets out a groan that starts deep in his belly and rumbles up his throat. The sound that exits his mouth is pure sin and you feel your walls tense around him. Benny let’s out his own garbled sound and you know he is seated balls deep in the man between you.

You buck your hips, prompting Remy to move. This causes his own to move and Benny makes a noise deep in his throat. He slowly pulls out allowing Remy to move.

Remy slowly slides out and the further he moves the further Benny does. The two men slowly find their rhythm and when they do, Benny’s thrusts push Remy deeper into you. All three of your sounds of pleasure bounce around the room and you know you are gonna pass out as soon as you orgasm.

Then suddenly the sensation assaulting your senses changes. You look up at Remy utterly confused. He just looks at you wickedly again and closes his eyes, and tilts his head back, concentrating. The sensation starts slow and builds little by little. A heat in your pelvis, that slowly dissipates and turns into vibration. You feel it start deep inside, where his cock is currently rubbing against you, and slowly moves along his length and bubbles out along where his hips and thighs touch you. When it hits your clit, because he is leaning against you, you yell out very loudly, almost sounding like you are being attacked. The sound is sharp and startling.

The vibration pulses between your legs and moves away then comes back. You look over Remy’s shoulder and notice when it goes away, Benny’s facial expression changes. It hits him again, and he snarls loudly like he’s been hurt, but you can tell it was pure bliss. He just sounds animalistic, because it’s triggering his vampire instincts. He is a little scary like this but you know you are safe. He won’t hurt you or Remy.

Finding their rhythms again, the vibration pulses between you and Benny, and when it hits, your voices get louder and louder. Finally after about 5 minutes of this, the door slams open and Dean rushes in the door, gun drawn. “What the fuck is going on here? Who’s dying?”

“No one, brother. Baby boy, here, is just using his powers on us and it's a bit overwhelmin’,” Benny says as he grinds into Remy, causing Remy to grind deeper into you. The sounds the three of you are making are like music to Dean’s ears. Which are turning pink at the sight in front of him.

“Oh fuck me,” he mutters. You giggle at this.

“Get in here and shut the door,” Remy yells over his shoulder.

“She gonna be ok with this?” Dean asks Benny, to your annoyance.

“She is right here and is very much ok with this,” you retort back. You snort a laugh when Dean’s ears turn pink again.

You don’t know how much longer you can hold on, while they are doing this. It gets even worse when Dean sheds his clothes. You are the first one to notice and you moan out loud, when his pants hit the floor and his stiff member is standing tall, on display. You whine when he goes to stand behind Benny.

“Sounds like our birthday girl wants some of your attention, Dean,” Benny says, his words coming out as breathy pants, as he is still moving his hips.

Dean smiles. “Alright, sweetheart, where do you want me?”

“Want to taste you” the words all but forced past your lips as Remy steadily thrusts into you, hitting that spot deep in side.

Dean crawls on the bed, on his knees. You turn your head to the side, and Dean gets settled. It isn’t the best position but it's enough to taste him and to make him feel included.  You part your lips and he grasps his cock at the base, guiding it to your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip, causing him to hiss under his breath. You reach up and grab ahold of the base and stroke up, as you bring your mouth down around him.

As you get into rhythm, Dean starts to gently thrust his hips. “Just like that, sweetheart,” he pants. You swirl your tongue every chance you get and you can tell Dean isn’t going to last much longer. His legs tense up, his stomach grows taunt, and his voice becomes louder as he moves inside our hand and mouth.

Just as Dean announces that he’s close, Remy adjusts his body, changing the angle ever so slightly and you see stars as you gush around his cock. The vibration of your voice and the tight grip on his cock, sends him over the edge, and Dean comes in your mouth and down your chin. You both pant as he pulls out of your grip all the way. Dean lays down next to you, trying to catch his breath.

Remy’s rhythm falters and you know your orgasm is tipping him over the edge and he yells out, eyes closing shut so hard you swear you could hear the lids meet. He pushes deep inside and you feel his release fill you to the brim and seep out on the bed around you. Followed shortly behind is Benny. He thrusts hard into Remy causing him to go even deeper while he still pulses inside you. This causes you to yell out again as it causes an aftershock to ripple through you.

Milking himself, Benny’s movements slow and finally stop as he gently slides out of Remy. Remy groans at the sensation and he is finally able to slowly slide out of you. The four of you lay on the bed. You, Remy, and Benny are still panting and Dean has a pleased expression on his face.

“Well that was fun. To put it lightly.” He widely grins. A rare vision, in your eyes. His smile lines deepen, the crinkles around his eyes crease perfectly, and his eyes sparkle. Dean looks… happy. You sigh, in bliss, at the thought.

The four of you break out in a fit of giggles and deep laughter. The intensity of the recent events, wash over you and you feel like you’ve known these men for decades, and not just because you watch their show or movie, and now their lore. The tension in the room seems to completely dissipate as Dean waggles his eyebrow at Benny and Benny growls in response.

“Looks like we gone be getting dinner, dessert, and a show,” Remy states, laughter on his tongue.

Chapter 7:The After Dinner Show

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[tjmystic]

Supernatural ask: 58-70

You're the best ssiri in the history if ssiris, just so you know.  

(What am I saying, of course you know.)

58)  What characters from other shows would I like to see on Supernatural?

Okay, so this is probably going to sound stupid...  You know what, actually, no, it doesn’t.  We’re talking about a show that literally put the main characters in TV-Land and forced them to meet the a Twitter-obsessed “real life” version of their best friend, so this isn’t stupid at all.  I would really love to see a crossover with Stranger Things.  No idea how that would even work, since the plot of Stranger Things season 1 occurs literally alongside Mary’s death.  (Mary dies:  November 2, 1983.  Will goes missing:  November 6, 1983)  Maybe it’s the first case John works after he packs the boys up and heads to Indiana?  That would be really interesting.  Plus, imagine John Winchester head to head with Jim Hopper - that’s either a horror story in the making or comedy gold.

59) Do I still like the show?

This is such a difficult question to answer, and I really wish it wasn’t.  Like, I LOVE seasons 1 through 10 (with special love to season 5, which was basically perfect), but, excluding the episode 11x04 Baby, I’m not really feeling the new seasons.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still following it almost religiously, it just doesn’t have the same feel for me.  I think I mentioned that, to get through the beginning of season 6, my parents and I had to pretend that it was a spinoff from the actual show.  Well, season 11 onwards feels like a spinoff of that spinoff.  And not necessarily in a good way.  

60) Did Supernatural really ruined my social life?

Considering how long I’m taking to type out this post?  Yes.  I may or may not also have a problem with reading a lot of meta on my lunch breaks at work, which may or may not end up getting me in trouble one day...

61)  Is my blog just about Supernatural?

At this point?  A little, yes.  Much to the chagrin of my followers, most of whom signed up for this crazy train because of Once Upon a Time or that one post I made about my thesis that somehow got famous.

62)  Do I have cast members I don’t really like?

As far as I can tell, no.  I started binge-watching convention videos just after I started Season 2 (which is hilarious in hindsight, cause I already knew who most of the people at the conventions were even though I hadn’t met their characters yet), and, from what I can tell, everyone on the cast seems genuinely nice and personable.  The only person I can think of is the guy who plays Cole in season 10 (he was only in like episodes, don’t know his actor’s name).  I vaguely remember hearing someone say that he was trying to start some shit with Misha by creating a fake account on Twitter and accusing him of sexual assault.  Which naturally scared me out of my damn mind when I first came across it, because my initial thought was, “Not you, too, I can’t deal with more disappointment after Kevin Spacey.”  But, no, from what I can tell, Misha has the personal boundaries of an aging ex-porn-star with dementia, but he’s very kind and amusing and would never do anything to hurt his fans.

63)  Characters that deserved better

Oh dear Lord, so, Charlie, to start, because what the hell was that????  It wasn’t even just that she didn’t deserve to die (she didn’t - Charlie is a ball of sunshine and I’m still so confused about why she’s apparently controversial) as much as the fact that her death scene was so horribly written.  It was the death scene equivalent of a character tripping over his own feet, somehow stripping himself of his pants in the process, accidentally falling dick-first into a bottle of lube, then falling again into a willing woman who just happened to be laid out on the bed.  It was so bizarrely forced, and it made no sense for either the plot or the character.

Also, KEVIN, because Kevin is my baby.  Outside of Team Free Will, he’s my favorite.  Kevin deserved so, so much better.  You have no idea how bitter I still am about his death.  Like, I cried for three episodes.  And every time Dean mentioned him and got all teary and choked, I was like, “Same, Dean, same - he was my baby, too.”  

Special mentions also go to:  Ruby (it would have been cool for her to be a good demon instead of straight up Satanic), Ellen and Jo (although, to be fair, their deaths actually had some poetic weight in their pointlessness), Lisa and Ben (seriously, what are their lives now?), Cassie (black girl magic needed more love, and she had more chemistry with Dean than Lisa ever did), Meg (again, to be fair, it was because the actress had MS, so they had to find a way to nix the character), Benny (I still need closure on my vampire fave), and Death (because... because you can’t kill Death, I know they apparently resurrected him as a beautiful black female reaper, which is awesome, but he’s still Death, killing him was ridiculous).  

64)  Am I excited for the new season?

Again, complex answer.  On the one hand, I know that they all have a blast filming the show, and I still love watching people’s reactions to the new episodes, so there’s obviously still a lot of value from the show.  However, with Jensen and Misha both in their 40s now, I think it would be cool to see them broaden their horizons and invest in new projects.  All three of them are such talented actors, and I would love to see them in other things.  (I may or may not also be really invested in the idea of Jensen becoming the new Batman, because he already has the voice and that would be amazing.)

65)  Early seasons or the recent ones?

Early seasons, hands down

66)  Top 10 Supernatural blogs on tumblr that I really love

I don’t really follow any Supernatural-specific blogs, but I’m more than open to suggestions.  I’ve been digging through some Destiel-specific ones to find fanart and vids for mom, though, lol - she loves them.  (And, I’m not gonna lie, there are a few fanvids that made me a little teary.)

68)  Human!Cas or Angel!Cas?

Angel!Cas, hands down.  One of the things that I (and, apparently, everyone else) dislike most about the new seasons is how they’ve negated the angels’ powers.  I get that things changed after the Fall, but either address that straight up and say, “Here are the things we are no longer able to do, point blank”, or make them the fearsome, badass bringers of doom I remember from all the way up to Season 7.  I also really miss the Angel!Cas who was confused by porn and didn’t understand cultural references.

69)  Who I’d like to play human!impala?

I ran across some post months ago saying that the OP’s dream pick for Baby would be John Barrowman, and now I’m honestly glued to that idea.  It would be wonderful and hilarious and basically the best crack episode ever.  Seriously, can you imagine all the innuendo he’d throw at Jared and Jensen, both on camera and off?  “I’ve loved having you ride me for the last thirty years”, “Your asses look better in person”, etc.  It would be beautiful.  If they wanted to make Baby female, though, I’d be all about Naya Rivera.  I think it would be cool to have the car be a super-sexy Latina who didn’t take any of their shit but still protected them like a mother hen.  

70)  Did Supernatural changed my life in any way?

This one really deserves a post of its own, so I shall refrain from answering here.  To sum up, though, yes.  Definitely yes.  And definitely for the better.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Why Can't You Be Like Endicott? ('Cause I'm Free)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/29kDibK by rouge_and_riddles Dean’s main problem now, other than the invasive thoughts of sticking sleeping pills in his own superfood smoothies, is that the new secretary, his new secretary, is the hottest guy he’s ever seen in his fucking life. Words: 1195, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Dean Smith (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Smith (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Bottom Dean Smith (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Smut, Elevator Sex, Trapped In Elevator, Boss/Employee Relationship, POV Dean Smith (Supernatural), POV Dean Winchester, Castiel is a Milton (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, No Lube, whoops read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/29kDibK

[deathnoting]

hey what is redeemer about? i may have found it online but do you mind just giving a summary, the major ships, and possible trigger warnings because i really want to read it but i got that PTSD Life™. Thank you so so much!

hey there! if you’ve got any sort of ptsd or have difficulty with complex subject matter (consent, abuse, violence, etc) being poorly handled then i would say that the redeemer series is definitely not for you. that said i’m going to talk about it a loooot under the cut. warning for mentions of rape, gore, etc.

if you don’t want to read my rambling, however, the cliff’s notes version would be: don’t read it.

redeemer is honestly something that i can’t really justify liking, because it’s so fucked up and so full of things that are, like the 2004 hit song by my chemical romance, Not Okay. it’s just that i was a teenager when i read it and the depth and severity of the emotional + sexual + platonic relationships really struck a chord in me that nothing else ever had before. i would say it was a really formative piece of fiction for me personally, but it definitely doesn’t jive with the current standards of what is considered morally acceptable by fandoms in general in this, the year 2017. also, it’s not particularly well written? like, sorry to say, but it’s mediocre fanfic writing and everyone’s ooc. it’s not really something i’d recommend to anybody in earnest, it’s just a story that i had a long history with and emotional attachment to. a guilty pleasure, you know?

since you asked, though, the basic rundown is:

it starts out as a semi canon-compliant au, where most everything in dn canon happened the same except 1) L, light, mello and matt are still alive by the end and 2) L & light had a brief relationship during the yotsuba period, and mello and matt have had an on/off relationship from their teen years on into adulthood. it takes place post series, with the basis that L had been working behind the scenes for the six years following his supposed death to take kira down, and, having finally succeeded, has decided that instead of executing him, he’s going to rehabilitate/contain/basically just date him

so light is L’s prisoner boyfriend and it’s this very precarious and complex situation, and then a new kira emerges and matt and mello and light and L have to all work together to take them down, and matt and mello don’t understand L’s feelings for light at all but eventually light and mello have a Thing and it’s honestly just a queer poly soap opera mixed with supernatural crime thriller? there’s a lot of tension regarding light’s motivations and loyalty, and whether his relationship with L and the squad is worth abandoning his ambition, or if, no matter how much he cares about L, he’s still going to ultimately have to kill him to achieve his new world.

it’s a pretty basic death note fic plot but it’s handled with an expansiveness and complexity that very few other fics achieve. that’s if we’re just talking the first fic, though. there’s two more finished ones and one abandoned wip which used to be online and were taken down, and which i have pdfs of, which contain a lot lot more warnings and sketchy content and shitload of beyond birthday (yes. they are the reason i got into lxb. don’t judge me), but since redeemer is the only one online and i assume it’s the only one you’re talking about, i’ll just speak about that.

the pairings for redeemer are: l/light, matt/mello, mello/light, l/linda (yeah like wammy’s linda). possibly matt/linda and mello/linda i don’t remember. everybody fucks everybody. it’s a thing. when b gets in the mix he really goes to town. i think the only main characters that don’t ever have sex at some point in the series are L + matt and light + linda. and everybody’s bi (except maybe light who’s i think is just gay?) i know this sounds so ridiculous and ott and it is and i love it.

warnings for redeemer are: rape (both in the romanticized yaoi way and the non-romanticized We’re Treating This With Actual Severity way), violence, torture, character death and subsequent resurrection, all kinds of wild kinks that i can’t even remember. everything is really gory and out of control. i remember almost nobody ever uses lube like? fellas? are you okay?

well talking about it now, it’s really embarrassing that i have such an attachment to this fic, but i really think there was something about the unapologetic gratuity and shamelessness of the sexual violence in it that was essential to my psyche. like, i know that kink is complex and so is fantasy vs. reality, but for me, this kind of trashy escapist sex-death-drama nonsense did a lot for my id, if that makes sense? like, i think people should be allowed to write/read pornography (and pulpy romance) of whatever kind they want and not be shamed for it, because that’s more psychosexually healthy than keeping all that restrained and ignored. obviously this is a longer and more in-depth conversation than can be summed up in a paragraph so if anyone wants a long and complicated breakdown of my feelings on the matter feel free to hmu. (um only if you’re 18+ tho)

but anyway! back to your original question, anon: i’m almost positive this story would not be your cup of tea.

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More than Threes a Crowd (Pumpkin Patch)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/J7HF3p4 by Sharliem Alastair is a frat boy. His idea of a good Halloween is to kidnap a girl and pretend to do a murder ritual in an abandoned pumpkin patch at night. He knows the Pumpkin Murderers usually strike around this time, but that's what makes the whole outing even more exciting, right? That is, until his frat brothers start to get picked up one by one. Words: 2939, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of My Suptober 23 Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Multi Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Anna Milton, Alastair (Supernatural), Christian Campbell (Supernatural: Exile on Main Street) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Anna Milton/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Anna Milton, Anna Milton/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Murder Husbands, Murder Trouple, Murder Kink, Blood and Violence, Death Threats, No Rape nor Non-con, Implied threat of rape, Gratuitous Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Blood As Lube, Blood Kink, Anal Sex, Oral Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/J7HF3p4