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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 8 months

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The Demon's Altar

Not Natural

The Devil's Trap

Holy Water

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: finally a little porn with this plot! SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (slick, heats, knots), d/s dynamics, demon Kells, Hunter Dom, angry Dom, needy Dom, a little Tom time, commanding and careful Kells, fingering, masterbation, teases, insults, body worship, biting, virginity taking (breaking a hymen), sex (sort of), blood play, ominous ending, happy boys ⚰️ rating: explicit

Dom's heart raced and his eyes widened as he watched the road ahead of him. In the distance he could see the lights that promised a mid-American small town oasis and a rest but now it offered so much more. He could not fuck the demon.

"You really shouldn't." A voice echoed through the car and for the third time in less than an hour his tires swerved.

"Wha' the fuck!" He cursed, his fingers spasming around the wheel as he eased his foot from the gas. If people didn't stop he was going to crash Tallulah and then he'd have to start hunting them. "You can't tell me wha' to do." He huffed and while he knew he resembled a petulant child he didn't care. He'd been driving all day and he was peckish and wet- which he was finding more uncomfortable by the moment as it soaked slowly through his pants and cooled in places. How did women handle that?

"Are you really going to let the demon fuck you? The demon Dom? You do know he's one of the strongest left, yes? He might be a Prince of Hell but I honestly can't tell. That's how powerful he is." Tom was gesturing wildly enough to be distracting and the hunter was already annoyed. He wasn't sure how much he could take from the only person he could really call his friend. "I can't discover how strong he is- me! Do you know what that feels like? He's something strange Dom." Tom kept steamrolling the conversation but the Hunter had learned long ago to let him rant out his worries. It came from love for him he was sure.

"Ya done? I'm sorry he so special or wha'ever tha' you of all fings can't figure 'im out but fuck Tom- I ain't never said I'll fuck 'im! He's a monster. And chill bruv, ain't no princes left tha' I know of. Yellow eyed wankers yeah? Nah. Kells got like…" He trailed off with a shiver, just thinking of the beast's stare had a fresh trickle start between his legs. Fuck. He cleared his throat and shifted in the seat. He refused to squirm. He refused. "Like a storm in the evening or summat. Black clouds over a lightning filled blue sky." His voice went soft as he stared off in the distance and wondered where exactly his- the demon was. He didn't have a number to text but he felt a pull if he let himself go quiet. It wasn't anything special, just his normal instincts. Obviously.

"Yeah, certainly not going to fuck him." Tom sighed, his forehead hitting the cool glass of the window. "You're so smitten you'll let him make love to you!" The disdain was obvious in his mother hen voice and Dom was happy for the dark when he felt his cheeks flame.

"Don't talk so nasty. You know me Tom! You know me better 'an tha'. He's disgusting. Bastard roofied me."

"Yeah I do know you, I was there Dom, or do you forget so easily? You're drawn to the darkness. You can't help it." His voice went low and almost sad but it still held an edge of annoyance.

Dominic was bloody well tired of being judged and talked down to, he was a grown ass man who had a longer list of monsters killed than people he bedded and he thought that was what truly mattered. How could someone he thought of as a friend think of him like that? After being close so long? "He's jus' fucking 'elping me, he 'ates the bastard as much as I do. Ain't nuffin more. And even if 'ere is? Me choice. I'm not a child anymore, don't talk to me like I am. I ain't 'eard from you in months and ya show up for tha'? Fuck off Tom. Don't make me make you!" He knew he was almost growling but he was so tired of feeling like no one trusted him to control his own life. Even Kells was an asshole. Oh bollocks, he was close to that time of month he got more emotional and tingly wasn't he? He could feel his eyes burning with tears.

Tom disappeared with a scoff that felt like it echoed longer than it should have and Dom grumbled when that instinct inside him told him he was close to wherever the beast had taken his wallet to. He'd hoped for a few minutes to relax after that interaction but no, within moments he was rolling through the start of the town and pulling into a new no-tell motel. He was so revved up he didn't even notice the name, he just parked in front of the room he could see pot smoke already billowing out of and he slammed his car in park. "Sorry LuLu." He sighed as he threw open the door and stepped out.

Everything ached like it always did but not nearly as badly as he was used to. He didn't even have to pop everything, he just pushed the door closed and took a deep breath before stalking into the open room. "Took you a wh-" Before Kells could finish his sentence Dom was on him, his fingers gripping the front of the demon's shirt, his lips slamming into the beast's. He tasted like weed and copper as if blood were just always present, and under that was a hint of brimstone and ozone. "Woah fuck- um hi?" Kells laughed into the brutal kiss, he was surprised but not. He honestly thought it would take longer to seduce the boy.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't talk." Dom growled, his teeth nipping at his lower lip and tugging as his hands wandered the flat planes of his companion's chest. He didn't want words, words were too loud and too often lies. He needed to feel something good. Something hot and hard and-

Maybe he could fuck the demon.

Kells used his magic to slam the door closed and dim the lights. He'd been hopeful they would end up here but he'd been joking about it in the car. He couldn't stop it though, not when all he could taste was the human and all he could hear were those sweet little whimpers. "You're so fucking wet. Can smell you. Can fucking taste it " He rasped, his lips working kisses down the boy's neck.

"Yeah? You want it? Take it." Dom tried to growl but it came out more a whine. If everyone thought he was going to make bad decisions he didn't want to disappoint them. He was so tired of trying to hide. Of trying to be good. He wanted to feel everything, he wanted to hurt.

The demon stepped back as if he'd been burned, he didn't mean to listen into the boy's mind but it was as if he couldn't shield himself. The kid was so loud whether he was speaking out loud or not. Dom pushed forward, he was still trying to get his hands on his bare skin but something felt off. Which he hated, he was a demon for fuck's sake. Of course he should have sex for the wrong reasons. "Damnit Dom, sit!" He huffed, curling his palms around the punk's arms so he could direct him to the foot of the bed. The kid glared, his gaze heavy and annoyed. "Just give me a fucking second." He panted even though he didn't have to breathe.

Dom answered him by climbing backwards onto the bed, his spine arching as he worked open his pants and slowly pushed them down. The scent of the human's slick was like a bat to his face but he didn't want to fuck this up. He didn't want to make him feel even worse. He couldn't help watching as those leather pants slid down his plush hips and the kid kicked off his steel toe boots to push everything else off. His boxer briefs were still on but soaked through and the sight brought the demon to his knees. He felt like he was worshiping at the altar of his new god but he hadn't served anyone in centuries and he really didn't think he should start now.

"Stop it." His voice shook as he stared up at the boy spreading his legs and sticking his hand under his waistband. Fuck. "But you don't play with yourself?" He meant for it to be a statement but it went up at the end and he almost felt like crying. The human was a work of art. He could tempt a saint to sin and Kells was no saint.

"Maybe for you I do. I'm wet Kells, can't you 'ear it? You a demon ain't you? Sin wiv me? Please make me feel summat?" Dom was surprised at his own conviction, he'd sworn off monsters and sex in general but here he was, trying to drown out the voices with a new kind of scream. He had always been rebellious but this felt different. It was a need under his skin. An ache in his core.

"I won't hurt you." Kells vowed as he pulled himself up on the bed and sat on his folded knees. His pants felt so tight they were making his cock ache, but he was scared to remove them. Maybe he was scared to give into the boy. He might just lose himself in the process. He took a deep breath and his choice was made. He couldn't touch but he couldn't leave. He could still taste the human on his tongue and he craved it more than he craved revenge. At least for the moment. His fingers snapped and their clothes were removed and for the first time in his so long life he felt truly exposed.

Dom whimpered as the cool smoke heavy air touched his overheated skin. His eyes danced over the newly naked beast in his bed and he was surprised at how much he wanted him. The demon was gorgeous, ink covering most of his skin, his body thin but packed with muscle. He was drenched in sweat and watching him like both the predator and the prey. "Oof." He whispered when his eyes wandered between the monster's legs. He had a dick to match the title, hard and throbbing it was almost the length of his thighs and leaking at the tip. "You're cut?" He didn't know why he was surprised or why it mattered but somehow it got him even hotter. He let his legs fall open as his core tingled and dripped a puddle under him.

"You're not. Fuck. Can I-" Kells clamped his jaw shut, he couldn't ask if he could touch because he wasn't going to. With the boy bare he could tell something he couldn't before. The scent of his slick was sweet and hot and he knew the human was in heat. Or at least about to be. He didn't know what he was asking for. He wasn't exactly an alpha anymore but he didn't know what would happen. "Can I see you play?"

Dom's brows furrowed at the question. He thought Kells would take him hard and fast and make sure he couldn't think but no. The demon was almost… kind? Sensitive? A small part of him was thankful after seeing the monster between his legs. He hadn't had anything inside his pussy before, not even a finger. He wasn't sure he should start with that. "Tell me?"

"Shit." Blue eyes slammed closed and when they opened again they were true form- a stormy black and blue light. Kells gripped his cock, if he didn't touch himself he thought he'd go truly insane but he could do that. He could direct him. He hoped. "One finger. Tease yourself. Feel how wet you are." His voice was gravel but that was alright, it seemed to get the boy even wilder.

Dom obeyed, his fingertip running between his folds. The demon was right, he was so drenched it was audible in the quiet room. "F-feels good. More?"

"Pushy bitch, huh?" The beast teased. "Gather some on your hand?" When the boy did as he was directed he felt his need grow. Fuck, if he obeyed so pretty now, how would he act on his cock? When his palm was shiny wet Kells leaned forward and wrapped his hand around the omega's, taking as much of the slick as he could. His fist curled around his shaft and the boy watched every second. He couldn't help smirking at the way he felt appreciated. It was obviously affecting the human, his arousal was evident in the way his dick jerked against his belly and his heat scent got even stronger in the room. "Are you a virgin there, Domie? Like… completely?"

Dom whimpered and nodded. He knew what the demon was asking and he was surprised how badly he wanted to let him in. "Fuck me?"

"Not yet."

"Need it." He whimpered, his hips rolling as he watched the monster jack himself off as if he could feel him inside.

"Yeah you might. But no. I'll give you a treat if you're good. But I'm not fucking you yet." He commanded and hoped the dominant side of him, the long buried alpha was still strong enough to make it stick.

"Pussy." Dom snapped but he didn't mean it. At least not all of him did. He rolled his eyes and started playing again, his finger slipping inside himself until it hit skin.

"Wait. Use your other hand to jack off. I don't want you hurt." The beast purred and the boy arched a brow but obeyed. A soft noise escaped Kells as he watched the Hunter tease his foreskin back, revealing his shiny pink cockhead. Fuck, he wanted to taste everything. He waited until Dom found a comfortable pace and he matched it, his own palm moving quick over his twitching shaft. He was more desperate to cum than he'd been in so long but he wouldn't until the right time. He was millennia old, he would not bust too soon because of a sexy little human twink.

Dom's lashes fluttered, his lips parting on a gasp. Almost without meaning to his finger started pumping inside himself, pressing against the skin before pulling back. The back of his mind pictured the demon's dick trying to slip inside and the image made the pain turn to pleasure. He couldn't believe what he was doing but so much of him never wanted to stop. "Kells-" He whined, the sound of his companion's movements pushing him closer. He tried to keep watching but sometimes he lost track. Nothing had ever felt like that before. He was overwhelmed.

Kells moaned at the sound of his name and his movements stuttered. He couldn't help crawling closer until he was pressed between those thick spread thighs, his cock so close to the kid he could touch him. If he wanted to. His gaze locked on to the punk's hand, his fingers were coming out covered in red and more than anything he wanted a taste. But not yet. His supernatural hearing tuned into the messy noise and he waited for the moment. For the- "Fuck!" they cursed in unison as the soft pop sounded and more blood rushed out with the slick.

Dom whined and shuddered, the pain was intense but the rapture was stronger and he tried to scoot closer to his new friend. Kells was so close to fucking him but he couldn't make him. All he could do was obey. His finger dove deeper and he added a second, his body jerking like a live wire when he ghosted over his spot. "Good boy. Keep going." The demon growled, his stormy eyes intent on Dom's cunt and his hand moved faster. The beast was close.

The kid obeyed him, his hips bouncing as he fucked down on his own fingers. Kells could feel himself drooling at the scent but he held himself back. He could find a little control. "Close?" He almost begged. The Hunter had all but forgotten to touch his dick and instead all his focus was on his newly discovered g-spot. The demon had never seen anyone get so fucking wet. He thought he saw him nod but he couldn't be sure but he still made himself say- "Stop. Spread your fingers. Hold your pussy open for me."

Dom cried out at the demand but couldn't help but do what he was told. It was physically painful to quit stroking his pleasure center but he pulled his fingers mostly free, his body trembling with his need. He didn't know exactly what the beast meant but he spread his fingers until the stretch ached. He tried to still himself but he thought he might lose it until the demon moved closer and the tip of his cock pressed against his hole. "Oh? Please? Fuck me? Please?" He never begged. Dom refused to beg and he certainly wasn't but… it was close. He was desperate for more.

Kells shook his head but stripped his shaft once- twice- and his orgasm slammed into him so hard he accidentally thrust inside the boy a few inches. The moment his cockhead was swallowed by tight wet heat he shook and moaned, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. His palm slid down near the base of his dick and he felt something he hadn't in so long. It wasn't full by any means but his knot was there, pulsing in time with his heart.

Dom broke as soon as Kells slipped inside him far enough to tease his spot, the stretch was too much but the first rush of white heat had him spilling for the beast. The pleasure was so intense and it took him a moment to realize he wasn't just cumming- he was gushing for his companion. He certainly wasn't aware that was possible. "Oh God Kells-"

"Not quite." The monster couldn't help but tease. Whatever he was going to say next was cut off as the human pushed himself to sit up and fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him forward for a sloppy rough kiss. Dom sucked his bleeding lip between his teeth and he bit down harder and Kells could feel more of his blood rushing through the boy. Fuck, what had he gotten himself into? The more Dom sucked the more he came, it felt like he had centuries of need backed up inside him that had waited just for that moment and maybe it had. Maybe he had. He knew he should tell him to be careful but he couldn't. He couldn't even be careful himself. He didn't know what would happen the next day or even in the next five minutes but for the moment it didn't matter. He had his omega.

They were both so wrapped up in each other they didn't feel the eyes on them from outside the warded hotel room. They didn't hear the lightning that forewarned the true beast. They didn't realize that someone else had felt the moment the boy was taken. Perhaps not claimed, but taken. The monster couldn't get to them anyway but his rage could build. They were honestly so lost to each other that for just one night, they didn't care.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Have a little porn. Just a little, as a treat. What is Tom? Is he a ghost, a witch, a voice in Dom's head? Why are the boys so drawn to each other? How is a demon an alpha? Why isn't he fully one anymore? I hope you enjoyed this, I'm still sick but I wanted to get something out. I hope it's good ⚰️🖤

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purplewitch156 · 3 months

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Ooh, I'd love to hear about Strange Horticulture or the White Road!

Strange Horticulture is a video game. It’s quirky and chill and atmospheric. You run a plant shop, receive mail, find cryptic notes in your desk from the previous owner, and make concoctions from your plants to sell to customers. Periodically you get to travel and source new plants for your shop. It rains often. It feels very Victorian. You can water and rearrange your potted plants. You have a cat.

I’m aware that by making Harry a plant shop owner, I’m pulling him pretty far from his canon blueprint. That’s more the kind of thing Neville would do. But I think I can make it work. I love the idea of how much Lily could have influenced Harry with her Potions expertise. I easily imagine little Harry tagging along with his mother when she set off into the woods to find mushrooms and sap and plants, etc, and help her chop and brew. The fact that you do get to make potions fits in nicely.

It's been a while since I’ve played the game so I’m stretching my memory, but the protagonist has memory problems that seem to hint toward something big and dramatic and there is a cult in the town that is trying to resurrect some kind of demon and you’re kinda in the middle of it.

ALSO, I recently read (and bounced off of cuz I wasn’t enjoying it) Into the Woods by Tana French. In that story when the main character was a child, he and his friends were in the woods and were attacked. The two friends are never found again and the survivor has lost all memories of the event. That was a very compelling idea to me and it’s something I’m mulling about in regards to this story, especially if I decide to lean into the memory loss/amnesia that is implied in the game. But I also may not do any of that. Or I may go down an entirely different road.

I don’t have a whole lot of ideas yet for this one, so I’ll just list some of the big ones down below.

Instead of a cat, Harry has Hedwig.

Snape will be a friend to Harry. I’m leaning more towards making him the same age as Harry, but we’ll see. I think he could still have a crush on Lily but in a childhood/innocent kind of way that would make Harry often say, “EW. GROSS!” We’ll see. This might change.

Tom will obviously be involved in the cult and trying to utilize Harry for his own gains, but I’m not all that sure what that’s going to be yet. I kinda like the idea of him playing Harry – being a charming, handsome, helpful member of the community who is there to welcome the newest addition to the village and get into bed with him as soon as possible while also unleashing a hellish demon.

When Harry gets particularly stressed, he waters his plants and between this cult and rumors of a demon creature terrorizing the countryside and the romantic drama that I imagine Tom might cause, and the possibility of old memories returning of his two childhood friends getting eaten by said demon, Harry’s gonna be watering his plants a LOT. I have such a vision of him in one of these nervous/frantic states and he grabs the watering can and starts pouring it over some poor plant and Tom saying, “Don’t you think that’s enough?” And Harry notices what he’s doing and the poor plant’s practically drowning, flailing its tendrils, and he replies, “It can take it.”

>>>

The White Road is a short story by Kelly Link. It follows a group of traveling performers in a post-apocalyptic setting. The story is very loose and doesn’t explain a whole bunch which means there’s a lot of room for interpretation. In the story, these strange entities walk the White Road. The White Road is always there, always following, always in the corner of your eye. At night, the creatures that walk the road seek others out and if there isn’t a dead body around, they kill everyone, so if night rolls around and you don’t have a dead body, someone pretends to be dead and everyone else pretends to be mourning them. The traveling group goes from town to town, performing and delivering mail.

Now let’s talk about Harry. Harry will be a member of the group, along with Snape and Tom. (I’m not sure yet who else will be part of the caravan.) Whenever the caravan comes to a town, it’s a big deal. It’s a big deal because they have a doctor (Snape) and they have Harry who can see and communicate with the dead. People will flock to him to seek closure and the caravan is extremely protective of Harry because he (along with Snape) turn out the crowds more so than their renditions of Much Ado About Nothing.

Tom is the interesting one in this. With his personality, you’d think he’d be the guy in charge, but I’m not sure if that’s what I *want* to do. I do think of him as the protector of the group. The one who doesn’t mind taking care of threats and problems with violence and he’s killed quite the number of people. Harry’s going to be a later addition to the caravan and Tom is fascinated and scared of him for what he can do. He’s never really thought about the people he’s killed and the idea that they might be (and some of them are) following him and talking shit about him unnerves him. He’s also extremely attracted to Harry and will be pretty irritated when Harry refuses his advances every time. He will be EXTREMELY irritated when, for example, he learns that instead of sleeping with him – the most handsome bloke for miles – Harry decides to sleep with Snape. It’s gonna be that kind of dynamic, where everyone in the caravan knows everyone’s business and everybody’s hooking up with everybody else.

#wip game #future fics #tomarry #white road au #strange horticulture au

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voradtras · 1 year

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i've seen this character playlist challenge post resurfacing lately so i'd like to expand on the idea and create a more fully-fledged, more difficult challenge that'll hopefully expand your music horizons beyond the usual tumblrcore/fandom music taste

the challenge

create a character playlist of at least twenty (20+) songs without using the artists and genres listed below* in under an hour

("below" meaning below the readmore)

the restrictions

no artist can appear in the playlist twice

you must have at least three (3+) distinct genres in your playlist

you must include at least three (3+) artists with less than 100,000 listeners on spotify

you must include at least three (3+) songs that are primarily in a language other than english

you must include at least one (1+) hip hop/rap song from a non-white person (be creative with this! rap has a diverse range of sounds from doja cat to dr. dre to death grips)

you must include at least one (1+) song thats from a reasonably obscure and/or underground genre (this does not count to your 3+ distinct genres requirement)

some of these restrictions can be met simultaneously (e.g. a spanish rap song fulfills both the non-english language requirement and the hiphop/rap requirement)

feel free to reblog with your playlist in either the tags or the caption! i'd love to see what people come up with :)

restricted artists/genres are below the readmore

restricted genres/categories

video game osts

musical theatre/showtunes

steven universe songs

five nights at freddys songs

disney movie/tv songs

hazbin hotel/helluva boss songs

homestuck songs

anime ops/eds

anything made by lin manuel miranda

anything made by at least one of the beatles

anything produced by jack antonoff

all kpop groups and artists from SM, YG, JYP, and HYBE/big hit

restricted artists

when in doubt, use ctrl-f or a similar find/search function

mother mother

lemon demon/neil cicierega

my chemical romance

fall out boy

panic! at the disco

imagine dragons

bastille

linkin park

paramore

derivakat

billie eilish

mitski

marina

mountain goats

penelope scott

cavetown

florence and the machine

halsey

oh hellos

crane wives

sleeping at last

ajr

will wood

ricky montgomery

hozier

jack stauber

twenty one pilots

idk how but they found me

coldplay

lana del rey

taylor swift

harry styles

glass animals

conan grey

tally hall

cigarettes after sex

arctic monkeys

machine gun kelly

eminem

phoebe bridgers

bo burnham

olivia rodrigo

beebadoobee

mumford and sons

melanie martinez

lovejoy/wilbur soot

beach bunny

mac miller

joji

weezer

ac/dc

nine inch nails

ajj

the weeknd

david bowie

they might be giants

vampire weekend

the chainsmokers

car seat headrest

joy division

maneskin

cosmo sheldrake

led zeppelin

guns and roses

radiohead

the national

cage the elephant

tegan and sara

black country new road

mxmtoon

bill wurtz

muse

rob zombie

the white stripes

oingo boingo

major lazer

zedd

iron maiden

gorillaz

metallica

marshmello

mori calliope

corpse

tones and i

glaive

all time low

simon and garfunkel

lewis capaldi

arcade fire

slipknot

foo fighters

girl in red

death cab for cutie

of monsters and men

ghost

tramp stamps

sufjan stevens

depeche mode

chvrches

oasis

system of a down

rammstein

porter robinson

#vv.txt #music #musicblr #playlist #playlist challenge #tumblr music #fandom #fandom playlist #reblog game #tag game #reblog meme #tag meme

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simon-x-billy · 7 months

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Year of the OTP: September

September prompt: hurt/comfort

Chapter 9: Let the slings and arrows commence

AN: It was such a beautiful day. But then Simon’s PA Kelly happens, and everything goes sideways. Particularly since Simon had planned on a lusty afternoon. And then that asshat in NY he thinks of as his best friend decides to resurface after Simon has suffered the indignity of being quite so completely blown off. This again on the same day that Simon already has plans for said lusty afternoon. TWs: Whomp. This chapter heavily features drunkenness, angst, a triggered character, coping mechanisms, dissociation. More TWs: Long chapters. Wondering if large blank spaces are typos. Disappointment at the lack of sexytimes. A whopping Zero horny purple demons on the smut-o-meter. Zip. Nada. Masterlist || ao3 || Prev || Next wip!

Chapter 9: Let the slings and arrows commence

————/Billy/————

“This place sucks for scandalous road sex,” Simon declares. “The scenic overlooks keep getting looked-over. And there’s nowhere to, like, run into the trees, or behind a bush or something.”

“Behind a bush?”

“I’m speaking figuratively. Or metaphorically. Whatever. That’s not the point.”

“No? Seems to me that’d be precisely the point.”

“Don’t distract me with your distractions, Delaney. I mean, even the Jersey Turnpike has rest areas and truck stops.”

“Are you saying that you prefer this Jersey…thing?”

“Jersey Turnpike,” he says, as if it’s obvious.

“Whatever. You prefer the roads in this Jersey place over the Amalfi Coast?”

“Only for scandalous road sex,” he answers.

“So you’ve made a study of this sort of thing, have you?”

“No, but I’m willing to start,” he promises, the cheeky monkey.

The expression is priceless. “If you could see your face, mate. You look like you’re salivating.” Simon, you sly dog.

“Bother you?” he asks innocently. Less sly dog, more wolf now.

He can blow my house down any day. “Who am I to stop yer man gettin an eyeful?”

He’s staring at my bits without a lick of shame. “An eyefull as fuck.” And that shuts me mouth right the fuck up. But it’s grinning.

————/Simon/————

“Absolutely not! No fucking way! Don’t even think I’m caving on this, Kelly.” To truly drive home the point, I’m angry-pointing at her as if she can actually see it.

“Johnny wants a meeting. And you want to hear this, Simon. Serious,” she emphasizes in that supposedly ‘English’ accent it took me years to understand. (Who even knows where the Midlands are? Do they even exist? Like in real life?) She remains undaunted. “Listen to me, you knob! Wear a suit, yeah?”

“Why does it have to be in person? And who wears suits?” Nuh-uh. Nope. No way. This can’t be happening. “Can’t we just FaceTime or whatever?”

“Si-mun. It’s important. And besides, you’re on a fuckin panel. And you fuckin forgot. Because you’re a twat.”

“Oh my god, when is it? Fuck! SHIT!” I’ve dropped my phone scrambling to pull up my calendar. “Grrrrrraarrrrr!” What? It felt like something to roar over.

Kelly interrupts my roar. “Panel’s morning after tomorrow, half nine, yeah? But you got less than twenty four hours to get to Johnny’s meeting.”

“What?! Kelly! What the fuck!”

“The fuck is this, Simon: The panel’s on your schedule. You’re the one who said yes. You’re the one who’s suddenly back in Italy — for a week — with no call! Until you want in to a party. A party in another fuckin country, you prick! Why are you back in ITALY?!!! I am so fucked off at you right now.”

“Well, I’m fucked off at you right now, too! Whatever that means, I mean it. Even though everything you just said is right. God I hate that!”

“God I hate you! You’re such a dickhead. When were you planning on coming back to me?”

See? She loves me. Even when she hates me. Even in that barely intelligible accent.

Everyone I care about says horrible words to me as a habit, and it makes me feel loved? There’s gotta be something seriously wrong with me.

“Do I even rate a visit?” she demands.

See? She love/hates me. Angrily.

The phone vibrates against my face.

“Aw, Jesus fucking Christ, Helena Handbasket!* I’ve got another call. And I totally don’t want to talk to him, either. Sort of like how I didn’t want to talk to you, my own personal pet harpy. Text me everything, like you already planned to, whatever bye.”

I take a calming breath. I really, really don’t want this call right now.

Ugh.

“Chase. It’s been a minute.”

“I know, feels like a year, man,” he exclaims jovially. He’s jovial. Fuck him. “But don’t worry about it,” he continues. “I get it. You’ve been with Lisa. I’ve been with Lily. We’ve all succumbed to the ‘practically married’ lure of contentment and hibernation.”

“Inaccurate. You fell into domesticity. But me? There was never any domesticity to fall into. And Chase? Never speak her name to me again.”

“Wait, what?”

“Like I said, it’s been a minute,” I remind him, voice flat.

“What happened? Fuck man, I’m-” He pauses. “Hang out with me tonight. We have shit to catch up on.”

“You think?” I’ve just realized I don’t want to tell him a damned thing. And anyway, “I can’t tonight.” He doesn’t get details or explanations after blowing me off for a year.

And the thing that really pisses me off is that I love Lily! Always have. He knows this. It’s not like I didn’t want to hang out with them as a couple, and they know that. Because I fuckin introduced the pair of them! They just disappeared off the face of the earth. When I really needed my best friend. I am so pissed at him right now, it might just be the last nail in the coffin of my happy day. “Look Chase, I gotta go.”

“No, wait! I-“

“Later bro.”

I don't want to leave Italy!!! I DON’T! WANT! TO LEAVE! ITALY!

“Arrrrrgh!” I turn to Billy, “Can we put that song back on and put the top down?” I’m already pressing the button, aaaaaaand? The top is down.

This calamity doesn’t get to ruin the most awesome day of my adulthood.

Um.

Wow.

Is that an overstatement?

I literally can’t remember the last time I felt so good, so positive, so yes!!! It just feels right. God, does it feel right. I don’t know how to process my reaction to this thing that’s happened with Billy. Best day I can remember? That’s some fucking heavy shit.

“What’s all this, mate?” Billy hesitantly asks. “Who are these people and why?”

“My agent wants a meeting. In person. Wants me to come back. Johnny doesn’t usually need a face-to-face, and wearing a suit? I’m somewhere between suspicious and intrigued.”

“Sounds uncomfortable.”

“And the worst part? I literally forgot about NY Comic Con. I always cosplay Comic Con. It’s the only time I ever get to be a vampire. (D, because obviously.) And even more worst? I forgot I’m on a panel, and that’s just irresponsible. That’s my career.”

“Oh, right.”

What’s going on with his voice?

“Right. And now Chase remembers I exist after like a year of silence. And all I can feel about it is pissed. I want my happy vibe back,” and the moment I take a breath, “Shitfuckfuckinfuck!!!” because the phone’s vibrating again. “What the actual fuck?!” I ask the Medi/Tyrrhenian sky.

With no answer from that quarter, I turn on Kelly. “Kelly, what the fuck.”

“Shut up and listen, you dick. I’ve chartered a jet from Naples. You’re coming home.”

She hung up on me! “I don’t-” I drop my head back against the head rest and roar “FUUUCK!” at the Medi/Tyrrhenian sky.

“That’s a lot of fucking,” Billy says, unhelpfully. He nudges my arm. “What do you need, Simon? What can I do?”

“Damn, that’s- Why do you have to be so awesome all the time? So annoying.”

“Simon, you barely know me.”

I feel like I’ve just been slapped in the face by his seriousness.

“That’s not true,” I say, softly.

“No, hang on, hold up, that came out wrong.” He squeezes my hand. “You haven’t known me long enough to see my bad bits. That’s all I meant.”

“Ok. Accurate. I guess.”

“So what do you need?” he asks again.

“Long term parking at the airport. Is that a thing that exists here?” I ask.

And because he’s aiming for perfection, he replies, “Let me drive yeh.”

“That’s way too much to ask. We’re almost home.” The word ‘home’ just kinda rings out, hanging there in the fresh silence.

A few minutes later, Billy pulls off into the hotel’s courtyard, makes a big u turn, and asks, “Want to run in and get your stuff?”

“Nah. Let’s just go,” I sigh. “Walking into that room? I’d never want to leave.” And I really don’t want to lose a minute of this absolute rush of a crush I’ve got on this guy, and the high of actually getting to have him.

That is, getting to have him for all of a hot second, at most. I mean, seriously, what the hell? God just punched me in the nads with fate.

“I can’t believe how completely I forgot about Comic Con. That’s like, I mean it’s kinda, um, part of my bones. My frickin identity. Happiness that sort of mushrooms up into the atmosphere over the Javitz Center at the same time every year. My very bones should have been screaming at me really loudly to remind me. And I just didn’t hear them this time.”

He nods once. Why did the vibe just get all weird?

Ok, then. This is an obvious cue to start babbling.

“Yeah. I have zero reason to be invited, but I guess they want a voice for the young people. I’m supposed to talk about what it was like getting started so early.” Pfff.

“Like it’s my job to convince them all to be graphic novelists or some shit. Which in itself makes no sense. I am not a graphic novelist. My books have only ever been prosaic print books. I mean I would almost-kill to have somebody turn them into graphic novels. And even more almost-murderous for manga.” I shiver, theatrically.

Then it occurs to me, “Oh my god, I’m a character. Holy fucking shit, can you imagine a manga me??? That’s just fucked up!” I reprise my theatrical shiver. Instead of squealing, which is what I really want to do.

“Yeah. And this year I’m on the schedule? Being real-me on a stage with a microphone, ‘educating’ this community? The community I treasure as my family of choice, even if they’re all strangers. My esteemed fellow aliens, vampires, superheroes, plushies, hardcore manga and anime perfection, I salute you! Transformers, Horus Heresy with chainswords and shit. I AM VAMPIRE HUNTER D, FOR GOD’S SAKE!!! I feel like a fraud.”

Oh no, I’m not done yet. “Allow me to repeat, I have zero reason to be included. Something about being confident enough, trusting myself to find an agent and a publishing deal, blah blah blah. I dunno, maybe it kinda makes sense, kinda.”

“Mmm,” is all I get back.

Now all I can think about is this weird, sour pall hanging over everything. In the car at least. I think it would be impossible for the Amalfi Coast to have a pall. Except when Vesuvius erupts. Obviously. That’s a big, hot, body-melting pall. (So? I’m scared of volcanoes, I’m not ashamed.)

Oh please, stop my brain from trying to fill the awkward silence growing between the two of us. It feels horrible and I want it to go away.

Oh God, I can feel it coming, the babbling turning into incessant nervous chatter. It’s somewhere between word vomit and lactose intolerance. Sentences become explosive diarrhea of the brain, and particularly unpleasant word-gas that lingers with a foul smell. Gross, right? Yeah, gross.

“Yeah, and I have to find out how badly Johnny wants to kill me right now. Oh my god. The two people who hate/love me most in the world. And I have to see them both this week. There will be blood. Lots of it. Mine. More.” Yes, I am still talking. “This sucks! Worst timing ever. Why doesn’t God want me to get laid?”

Billy doesn’t laugh like I’d hoped. Instead, he’s gone all stiff. Definitely something I said. His grip tightens on Lola’s steering wheel. This is weird. Why is he being so weird? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him be anything but gregarious and positive. Now he’s just kind of gone invisible on me. Blank. Like he’s not even there.

“I’ll have Leo mail your things back to yeh,” he offers.

Huh?

Why?

“Huh? Why? I’m confused. If anything, I’ve needed more stuff, not less.”

“Well, if you’re leaving…..And you have to…..” and he just sort of trails off at the end. Then after a beat, he mumbles to himself. “I should have known.” The mumbles turn to grumbles. “Never fails. Never fuckin fails.”

“I know, right? Murphy’s Law.” Then it occurs to me, “Murphy must have been Irish. And stout.”

He doesn’t take the bait.

“Right, well, it’s been really fun, Simon. More than fun. Seems like such an inadequate adjective for, well, you know what I mean.”

“Huh?”

“It’s just- I’m glad I got the chance to know you a bit better, before yeh had to be goin.”

“Oh! Is that what this is? Billy?”

He waits in silence, a look of blank resignation on his face.

“I’m coming back!”

He pauses, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. But nothing drops. “You are,” he states, as if I’m about to correct him.

“Of course I am, you idiot! How’d you put it? ‘Thick as pig shit’?”

Finally he glances over at me. He looks distinctly grey. Not his hair, I mean his face.

Oh frack. I think I really fucked this one up. Fucking Kelly! She gets me all worked up with her bald-faced contempt for my input and ineptitude.

“Billy. Look at me for a sec.”

As he glances over, I say, “I’m coming back. I wouldn’t just run off after what happened. You should at least know me better than that, Delaney. And anyway…” I have a bit more difficulty spitting this one out. “I like y- Us. I like us. You. What happened. I’m-”

Then a horrible thought arrives. “Do- I mean, do you want me to go?” comes out kinda quietly, sounding straight-up cowardly.

“Course not!” he almost bellows.

The fuck? “Hey.”

He doesn’t answer.

“Good,” I say softly.

“Good? What’s good?!” I can see him folding in on himself.

“You don’t want me to go away,” I admit even softer.

“Course not!” he yells once again.

“Hey,” I try again. “Billy, pull over.”

“Where? And anyway, you’d be late for your flight.”

Maybe he really does need reassurance. Who knew such a beautiful man could be bothered by concerns of the ego, just like the rest of us. “Hey. I don’t want to go, ok? Know that, ok?”

“Yeah, ok.” So unconvincing. Maybe he really didn’t go to theatre school.

“Billy! Come back this instant!” I use Ma’s voice, cuz maybe that’ll work on him like it works on me.

“Where do you think I am?”

“Behind your face!” I exclaim.

Tables? Turned.

“Ha. Ha.” He looks annoyed. He’s annoyed with me.

I decide some hand-holding might make a difference. He holds on tight.

I bring his hand to my mouth and brush my lips across the fingers. “I hate when people use this line, but I’m using it anyway. You can’t get rid of me that easy. Meh. Takes at least a round of antibiotics to affect that kind of change.”

“Ok,” he whispers.

“You know, maybe it’s a good idea that we have some alone time. I mean, it’s been an insane 24 hours.”

“Yeah,” he answers.

“Maybe we need to process,” I offer.

“Yeah,” he answers.

Wow, his mopes are just as epic as mine. We are going to have to talk about this. Eventually. Probably.

But for now, “I’m really not psyched about leaving, just so you know. I’d keep you in bed all day and all night, leaving Vittorio in the dark, so you lose your job and have to come back to New York with me. It’s all part of my sinister plot.” I lick his palm and finally get a snort.

“Animal, that’s what you are!” He can’t help cracking a smile.

“What’s this really about?” I ask quietly.

He lets the silence stretch on, but I can tell he’s just formulating an answer.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “When are yeh goin back? Like, leaving-leaving. For real.”

“I dunno, actually. I have thought about it a couple times. But every time, I just banish the thought. It’s a terrible idea. Going home.”

“Why?”

I roll my eyes quietly. “You know why.”

“Oh,” he says, a little pink emerging on his cheeks.

“Oh, what?”

“Just…good.” His voice is a little bit like cracked pavement. It’s been through an ordeal and now it’s got fissures. “I don’t want this to be over the day it started. It’s not enough time.”

“Facts,” I echo. And I decide that, since there will be no quickie, I should scoot a little closer and lick a stripe up his neck.

His nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath. I test the plumpness of an earlobe with my teeth. His hands grip the wheel more tightly, knuckles whitening.

“Simon,” he says in a warning tone. But I just peel one hand off the wheel and suck on a finger. Not something I’ve done a million times before. Just seemed like a good idea.

“Giving me a highway handy is…” He takes a deep breath. “…is just going to get us killed. But sucking on my fingers is good. Go on ahead doin that, if you still feel like it.”

I giggle. He sounds full of, um, I guess, affection? And that’s how my chestal region feels. Affection. Affected. But the rest of me is definitely feeling his fingers with my tongue.

————/Billy/————

Why is my heart pounding so hard in my chest? It’s…

I literally feel unable to speak at the moment. I’ve barely registered the fact that I've been sat here at the curb and there’s a busy airport in front of me. All I really have in my head is motion and colour.

I’m still stuck on the seconds before Simon walked away. He took my face in both his hands and pressed his forehead to mine. My mind’s been constantly racing around madly, lookin for something concrete to cling to ever since he… And the ferocity we had in holding onto each other, hard. Breathin together.

He could tell something was wrong, which clearly means I have to be better. Try harder. I’m slipping, and that way lies madness. Depending on people. Countin on ‘em. “You need to be better than that, Delaney. Control yerself, yeh great eejit. Then just breathe. Just breathe.”

A car’s horn sounds behind me, and I realize that it’s been over twenty minutes since Simon got out the car and walked away. That horn startled the fuck out of me. I don’t think taking up prime curbside is the most considerate thing I could do.

Pullin out.

Red light, Billy, red light. Am I permitted to turn right on red here? I have to pull over again. It’s just

My head feels woolly and I’m staring into space, rather than the road.

“What are yeh playin at, Delaney. Just look at the state of yeh. Mind on the road. Mind on the road!”

And I never even got to kiss him. Find out how he tastes.

Um. “I need a pint.”

I really need a pint.

And someone who speaks the way I do. Kieran, and that’s yer man. Kieran. He’ll pull me a pint while talkin like an Irishman would do.

Pint.

Pint, Billy, pint.

A Guinness it’ll be. Something thick, something a bit like a coffee milkshake had sudsy sex with the darkest of darkest beer.

“Black Rose it is, then,” I sigh the sigh of a thousand parched men.

Dissociation. That’s the term. Disappearing behind your face a while, starin out into the middle distance. The void. It’ll make a man’s face go slack, leavin him looking forlorn for all the world to see, and none the wiser for it.

I feel heavy. Like I’ve gained a stone in weight and all it wants to do is compress and compress and compress me until I’m naught more than a crushed can of Fosters.

Lady Madonna, children at her feet. (Especially Irish and Italian children, because we’re all catholic.) Maria’s voice has led me to the right place, but she can’t be bothered to make me stand and go in.

My body feels odd. Like it’s only partially awake.

“Guinness.” It’ll fix what ails yeh. Because Guinness is good for you. Truth in advertising! All the vitamins and grains a lad could ever want in a meal. Consider it room temperature barley and hops soup. So thick you could chew it if yeh liked. Oh lord yes.

“Guinness. Motivation.” I’ve parked Lola in holy Maria’s recommended parking zone.

I gots to shake this off. No use dragging others down with me. I tense and release, tense and release until the body wakes up, and I can shake off this… whatever it is I’m feelin at the moment.

“Shake it off, buddy. It’ll be all right. All right? Shake it off. Get your head in the game.” I even give it a physical try, shaking it off like a dog shrugging off fleas. You can’t really see them, but they’re there and they’ll drive that dog mad with memories. “It’s going to be all right.”

I promise myself it’ll be all right.

Game face.

————/-/————

I clear the door, and already Kieran’s callin me over. “Billy! Howeyeh?”

“Couldn’t stay away, mate.” I like this guy. I mean, not in that way. Oh lord, I need a pint. “What’s the craic?”

“The craic is what’s at the bottom of a pint.”

“And what’s at the bottom of a pint?” I’m askin.

“Another pint.”

Laughin, I promise him, “Truer words. I’m gonna borra that, and fair warnin.”

“Free to use as fit to use,” he nods. “You’re one for Budvar, that right?”

“Ta, mate. But for tonite, a Guinness, and do us a favor, mate. Keep ‘em comin. Don’t let my glass stand empty. Just keep ‘em comin til I’ve drunk the lot. It’s been one a them sort a days, d’you know what I mean.”

I’m numb. That’s what it is. I recognize it. It’s this sort of blankness. I can’t think clearly, and the clock ticks along too slowly.

I’m hollow. It feels empty here in the space beneath my rib cage.

Each good Irishman knows his way round sadness, givin it its own familiar pet name, inviting it in to sit a spell and make itself comfortable by the fire, spot o tea, givin it a room to sleep in, then devourin it, swallowin the pieces down whole.

Right, Delaney. Back in the game, back in the game.

Checkin my reflection in the mirror, I look well enough. I’ve had no comments tossed my way, such as the favorites: “Are you ok?” “What’s wrong?” And the worst of the lot, “Is there anything I can do?” Fuck that.

Posture up, Delaney. Slap a smile on yer face, and not a one will have a clue. No clues, none the wiser. Breathe. Deep breaths.

I scan the place. “Nice one, Barry’s here. I’ll shout him his next, yeah?” I can see him down t’other end of the bar tryin it on with a beautiful Italian girl - who, apparently, can’t understand whatever it is he’s tryin to say. She rolls her eyes and leaves him standin there gawping.

The man could likely use a hand.

“Save me Barry!” I shout full throated down the length of the bar.

Up snaps his head in confusion. When he finally spots me, his face splits into a wide smile. “Billy?”

“Melonfucker! If it isn’t that bastard Barry. Cuff ‘im and bring ‘im here, he owes me money!”

“Melonfucker?” Kieran asks, as Barry’s takin his place next to me at the bar.

“I loved my mother. Just can’t bring myself to say the real thing. But sometimes a man just needs that many syllables in an expletive. So, melonfucker it is. Howeyeh? All right, man?”

“Yes,” Barry answers with an elfin crinkle to his eyes, like the whole world is smilin back at him.

“What are you on, mate?” I ask, givin his arm a nudge.

He looks at his shoes a second, and smoothes the top of his hair. Then, with a conspiratorial look, “Just a little high. Just a little. W-want a hit?”

“What sort o’hit we talkin ‘bout here?” I clarify.

“Here,” and he passes me a thin little spliff.

“Um, Kieran? This ok with yeh, mate?” I ask, cos there’s not a lot o pubs as would be fine with this.

Kieran shrugs a shoulder, and Barry grins a bit harder when I take it.

“Never have been to Wales, Barry, tell me all about it.” I make m’self comfortable. Might could do with a bit of Barry’s amicable blandness while I’m so messed up about what I got up to last night.

Huh.

First time it’s come to mind that it’s not just Simon leavin as has me messed up. It’s also what we got up to. In every detail of what we got up to. I’m feelin messed up, and more besides.

I am. I don’t want to be. But I am.

I pass the spliff back to Barry.

It all happened so suddenly, and so intensely. And then poof, he’s gone. Feel as though I’ve been hit by the bus for Sorrento.

Shitting my pants, more like. What the fuck?! I can’t just, I mean it was, like, last night. And this morning. And here I am, at a-

If I can just have a couple nonsensical, nothin-serious nights. Maybe gettin really drunk. Dunno, it could happen. Barry passes the joint back to me, and I fill my lungs.

I mean, if Simon doesn’t come back, at least I’ve found my local. “I’m shoutin this round, mate. Nah, Barry. Don’t argue with me, just let me buy yous a fuckin beverage, Beverly.”

————/-/————

“What’s up wit you, you mopey fuck?” Kieran bumps my arm. I’m lookin at the clock and think I must’ve been starin into space a while, cos it’s suddenly 2 hours into the evening.

“Because we’re men. And the moment called for it,” I raise my pint and chuckle to myself. Appears Kieran has no answer for that.

I like it when I’m stoned and then the alcohol kicks in. It’s that point between tipsy and toppling to the dirt, when the two substances race to catch up with each other. So, not quite soused, but yet still very much on the verge of being oh so very fucked up.

“Hammered. Tanked. These are words my American friend uses at times like these. Or times like 4 shots from now.” Probly just snorted again. Can’t help it and don’t want to.

“It’s early, yet.” Kieran points to the glowing bar clock. It shows half six. “Slow it down a bit maybe.”

“Oh, I’m going bit by bit tonight,” I promise him. “D’you know what I mean, like appreciating each and every single hop and barley as it goes down.”

“Not quite what I was goin for, but-“

“Sure’n the last 24 hours wasn’t at all what we was goin for,” I mutter to myself. “But happened all the same.”

“What was that?” Barry leans closer. “Didn’t hear you.”

I take a long, slow breath and shrug, “Sorry, just an old song I used to know.”

Kieran and Barry are doin some sort of silent conversatin with their eyebrows, while I polish off this pint. I’ve always envied that kind of telepathy between friends. But they can’t compete with our eye caterpillars. “The two of yous make a cute pair.”

Um…

Wait. Did I- “Wait a tick, that came out wrong. Not like you’re a couple or- Em, I meant cute, like mates are cute.” Fuck, Delaney, shut your mouth’n stop talkin out of it.

They’re lookin at me with concern, and no small wonder. I’ve caught a babbling case of simonitis. Spreads with repeated contact. Another reason to wear a condom, younglings. Wrap that shit up.

Kieran leans his forearms on the bar. “Right, like I said before, what’s up with you? You don’t seem like the same man what come in two nights past.”

It’s true. “I’m not. The same man as was here two days ago. Fuck me, that’s a weird thought to try and swallow.”

Kieran looks at me like a mother hen would do. “Billy? Where you stayin mate?”

“Don’t know. Sleep it off in the car or something. It’ll work itself out.”

He doesn’t much like my answer, nor is he impressed with my lackadaisical delivery.

“You’ll sleep at mine,” says Kieran, waving away my arguments. “You could do with a kip, couldn’t you. Is all I’m sayin.”

“You’ve only just met me. You don’t barely know me, either, man.” It’s just plain fact. He doesn’t, does he.

“I know well enough. Remindin me of myself, you are. Myself in darker days.”

Ah, misery loves company. “Oh right? You’ve had somebody like that come along, have you?”

“Like what?” asks Barry, sounding confused.

“Like yesterday.” I almost slosh Guinness into my eye, gesturing with my pint in an animated fashion. “Like yesterday you were one person, and now today, you’re not. You’re nearly certain it’s down to a person or thing and then that came along and now it’s not.”

“Not what?” Barry’s lookin worried. “Was he making sense before?”

“Acourse I was,” I say. “That’s an easy question. You’ll need to throw me a harder one than that, Beverly.”

“All right, then-” Barry begins.

But not fast enough to beat Kieran’s “Who is she? Where’d you meet her?”

“Oh it’s like that, is it. Go on why don’t yeh, Cupid, yeh wee blighter. Straight to the heart of it. Well I’ll tell yeh, lads. Nobody I didn’t already know.”

Kieran ‘hmmmm’s thoughtfully, takin my measure as though I’m a puzzle for solvin.

“I don’t know, it’s a bit like,” and I scrunch my shoulders as I look for the words. “And then it’s too late. You know it’s gonna happen but you don’t know when. You have no idea, and you make the first move! You!” I point right at Kieran for emphasis.

“And then you’re a totally different person, am I right?” I nod my head. “You lot are here with me, the one that I am now. Before, it was me, before me now.”

“Quite the philosopher,” says Kieran, wiping down a glass with a funny expression. He should write it on the bathroom wall, like all the best bar poets do.

I need to make a toast.

“Gentlemen, a toast. To you two gentlemen.” They hold their pints aloft. “For bein there then and here now. Thanks for helpin me work through this. I think I just needed to say it out loud. And now I have. Thanks, lads,” I smile at them, and throw an arm over Barry’s shoulder like we’re old mates. “I needed an ear. Or four,” I chuckle.

Somehow they both get that this is genuine. Which is good. Yes. Good.

——/-/————

“Right, it’s better that I tell everyone knows so that I’m a little drunk. Just for being responsible purposeness, yeah? I mean they deserve to know. I’m sure they’ll be all right with it.”

“Who?” asks Kieran.

“Remind me, Billy,” says Barry. “How long did you say you’ve been in this situation?”

“What’s that? I didn’t. Say, I mean.”

The world is making this, “wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-wah-wah” sound. “I feel like I’m on drugs. Why do I feel like I’m on drugs? Ohhhh, it feels like nitrous. Wah-wah-wah-wah.” I look up and I have no idea what I just said or why. “Hi. Heya.” Wait, that’s not Simon. Hm, when’s he supposed to be here? I’m looking around for him. He’s not spottable at the mo. But I *think* he’ll be here right now. Right? “I’m confused.”

“Yes,” says Kieran. “Yes, you are.” He hands me a pint of ice water. Quite refreshing really.

“Billy,” says Barry, smoothing his hair in that nervous gesture of his. “So you’re with- um, that man Simon? His boyfriend.”

I snarf my beer. Not out my nose, saints preserve us. “Boyfriend? Um. Er. That’s um. That’s. Why do you say that?” I am definitively taken off guard. And so bluntly. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

“What, aren’t you?” asks Kieran.

“What - boyfriends?” I can feel my chin still falling toward the floor. They can tell it’s an honest reaction, so now it’s even more awkward.

Redirect. “There’s a song I need to hear. Is there something that will make that happen?”

They both look pretty taken aback. Cultural social lesson for the future. Thou shalt not dj.

“What’re yeh thinking?” Kieran asks.

“Just one song. But you must make an oath you’ll make everyone sing, or it’s worthless.”

Kieran thinks that’s funny. But also odd. He shrugs, “Which one is it?”

“Don't be laughin at me for bein trite, it being Bono and the lads, but I need Beautiful Day. Like you don’t even know.”

It comes on, and Kieran hollers, “Alright you lot! You know the words! Let your grandad hear us in Galway.” Happily, everyone yells some variation of “ok,” but it all sounds like “fuck yeah” to me.

All in all, it works out pretty well. “You thought you found a friend to take you out of this place. Someone you can lend a hand, in return for grace. It’s a beautiful day.” That sounds about right. Next thing I know, the chorus riles em up and there’s a great amount of beer-sloshing to dodge.

“It’s a beautiful day. Don’t let it get away.” But I did. I let it get away. Aaaaand now, despite an entire pub of folk practically shoutin about beauty, I’m depressed.

Me? Depressed? When I’m this drunk? Not likely. I snort. That’s just bonkers. A scoff is the best that thought deserves. And maybe a Bushmills.

“Bushmills on the rocks, Jeeves.”

“You from up in the North then?” Kieran asks. “Don’t much sound it.”

“Spent some time there.” Redirect, and anyway, I’m curious. “Why am I so high?”

Barry turns his implish little face to me, and passes me a fresh spliff.

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‘Baby, I’m wasted. All I wanna do is drive home to you. Baby, I’m faded. All I wanna do is hm hm hmtown. Baby, hm’sumthin, sumthin sumthin la la la, beep boop beep-boop.

“Reckon I like this pub. Ye Olde Black Rose. La Rosa Nera in Italiano,” I say to no one in particular. “Sometimes it’s good to just make a declarative statement, know what I mean.”

“I heard that declarative statement, and I thank you mate,” Kieran gives a big-hearted grin. Which has now refocused over my shoulder. “Barry, you goodfornuttin. Harp? Budvar? Harp?”

“I don’t like Bud very much,” says Barry, the strange little man. He speaks in that halting, almost nervous way of his. He also frequently speaks in declarative statements, which most people shy away from, by and large. I’ve decided I like that about him.

“Don’t yeh dare be askin me fer a Black and Tan,” Kieran warns. “Try sayin something like our Billy here, makin a strong declarative statement bout how well he enjoys our fine drinkin establishment.”

“And I do, at that,” I affirm. “‘Cept, maybe the clientele are a bit, well, y’know…” and I balance my hand side to side.

Kieran gives me a dry smile and passes Barry his pint, allowin me a moment to down another shot of tequila.

Wonder what a Welshman’s doin down Mediterranean way. They’re a cold water lot. “You livin here, then, Barry? This your local?”

“Yes, I do. And y-yes, it is.”

I decide we need to get some facts straight. I announce, “Now, I’m not one for swallowin, but-” and halt my progress. I’ve suddenly gone blank. “Wait. What was we talkin bout?”

“How far into your night are you, Billy?” Kieran asks instead of answering. That’s Irish Barkeep for, ‘Seems like you might’a had more drink than you can handle, Billy.’ “What sort of day you have, mate? I’ve seen a face or two like yours is now.”

I’ve no doubt he has done, bein a bartender and such.

“My day.” I try to laugh, but all I emit is a snort and a burble. Way too much goin on in my head. Too much goin away on planes. Too much touch. Too much of the way he smells. Too much suckin on fingers. Just far, far too much o’ life to hold in one head alone.

What was we talkin bout? Oh…holdin my drink. “Are yous lot aware that I am an Irishman? Yes, yes you are.” I wait for encouragement to continue. “How could yeh dare to impugn my honour thinkin I don’t know how t’hold my drink.? Yeh think they’da let me outta Ireland if I couldna hold my drink? Embarrassment to my country, kin and kind.”

The room spins. “What was we talkin bout? I feel like they’re right there just beyond me,” I sigh.

“What’s right there?” Barry asks.

“Words, man. Words!” Then I remember something else, too: “Beer!”

“What happened, Barry?” Kieran stands in front of him, wipin down the counter, talkin low so they think I can’t hear. “All I did was walk a few steps to help those two lovely ladies, then back again to find we’ve reached nothin but babble. It’s like we’re only getting one side of the conversation. You farin any better than that?”

“Am I?” Barry asks in surprise. “No,” he says emphatically.

“Well, lads,” I step in. “Here’s the truth. I did have a, uh, night last night.”

I wait for some signal that they heard and understood me. They did, so I continue.

“Here’s the thing. I was out with someone. Someone I’ve, em, y’know, been talkin to. But we was only ever mates. Ever. Never figured for more than that, know what I mean. But suddenly, somethin happens and boom, everything in my life is unrecognizable to me now.” I might could’ve turned a tad morose in my old age. “It felt like everything I’ve ever wanted.” Lovely. Another sentence out my mouth without originatin in my brain. “But with hi- them? Never, ever occurred to me. Not once!”

“Looked so fuckin fit, d’you know what I mean? Dancin that way and all I could do was watch. You know? Just watch. But then everything I wanted became mine,” I continue. “I had it all in my hands, and I wasn’t wastin a moment of that time on ‘what if’ and shyness. I mean lads, I think you know me well enough by now. Don’t yeh?”

They both nod emphatically.

“I wake up. Both of us wake up and can’t keep our hands…our…” I sigh. “The desire was there. It was just — everywhere. Can barely keep from havin a horn everywhere I go. But, like, it’s different when something that might be real is on the line. Know what I mean.”

Again, they nod emphatically.

“I just-“ Spit it out, kid. “I mean-“ Not doin much better. Out with it. “I just don’t want to go back to how it was before. Friends. I want to level up. And that, lads, is some deeply terrifying shit.” I can feel my eyes widen. “Maybe not for some, but that’s the way of it for me.”

I stare at my reflection in the bar mirror. I still look like me, even knowin all that transpired. I can’t have changed that much. I don’t look horrified. Which is good. But a bit stressed? That I am. And maybe a whole lot worried. My eyes look distinctly hollow and haunted. “It was so good,” I mumble.

“She’ll be back, mate. The girls love you,” Kieran grins conspiratorially at Barry, then back to me. “I bet you can’t beat em back with ennathin but your stick, know what I mean. Can’t keep ‘em off you, can you?”

“I have no response to that question,” I laugh. “It’s true. I know I’m a man whore, for certain, it’s true. But it might be I’m a one-man man whore.”

And the room sets itself to spinnin.

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Masterlist || ao3 || Prev || Next wip!

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*Helena Handbasket is one of the very best characters TJ Klune has ever written. And now I’ve adopted Ms. Handbasket as my favorite expletive. It’s a phase. Meanwhile, you should drop everything and go read the first 2 books in the At First Sight series. (Tell Me It’s Real, then The Drag Queen and the Homo Jock King.) I basically created Simon from the afterglow of that series. Go forth and discover TJ Klune. Right now. Go.

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italwayshadtobeyou · 11 months

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Best-shot outdoor sequence

Note that this is not about how good the plot or the actors are, or whether the scenery is pretty. It's about how good the lighting and camera work are, and whether or not they make effective use of the scenery that the DP and director are working with.

A few that I eliminated for specific reasons:

The demon-rush scene from AHBL2 and the falling-angels scene from Sacrifice aren't here because so much was added in post.

Because I'm focusing on complete scenes/sequences, I ignored a handful of individual shots that lasted very briefly onscreen, e.g., Ruby dropping a match in Heaven and Hell.

#spn #supernatural #poll #mine

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[Review] Darksiders III (PS4)

Great-siders.

After the development of Darksiders II, Vigil Games shut down, tied up in the bankruptcy of THQ. A successor studio emerged in the form of Gunfire Games, whose first task was the next-gen port/remaster of DS2. After a few original titles they then pitched THQ’s successor THQ Nordic on a true sequel. With a slight shift in both development staff and the game’s genre and inspirations, I reckon they finally nailed it.

While the first two games combined Zelda’s puzzling and dungeoneering with character action combat, this one sits firmly at the feet of From Software’s Soulsborne games. The combat is now deliberate and punishing with an increased importance on dodging and countering, albeit more fast-paced and flashy. The “soul retrieval” mechanic, the exploration/shortcut/checkpoint loop, and the upgrade economy are also familiar. Meanwhile puzzles and platforming are mixed in, in much the same way as Respawn’s Jedi: Fallen Order handled things, and with similar success (despite much less budget, I’m sure).

Fury is even lighter on her feet than Death, springing around with her signature whip and double-jumping by default. But the whip can transform, and the new elemental mode system enables both new weapon types and movement abilities to find new paths and hidden goodies in the sprawling, inter-connected game world. I favoured the Flame Hollow for its triple-jump and quick claws (each of the four modes, unlocked gradually over the game, has a default weapon type and a second one found in a DLC zone which expands on the modes’ puzzle potential).

The writing and story in these games has been so inconsistent that I had to look into the situation. Comics writers Joe Madureira and Joe Kelly were responsible for the undercooked first game, with THQ ringers Paul DeMeo and David Slagle brought in to script the second with positive results, while Madureira presumably oversaw things to some extent as studio creative director. With Madureira not in the picture anymore—although he has relatives credited on this game and Genesis—the story duties were outsourced to Man of Action (co-founded by the same Joe Kelly), the creators of Ben 10 and other children’s cartoons and comics. They are capable of stories pitched a little older though, as evidenced here.

Fury is a fun protagonist, a hotheaded and aloof firebrand who actually has an arc and becomes more reflective and purposeful by the end. She plays off a female equivalent to Mark Hamill’s Watcher character from the first game, who seemingly simps for Fury until her sudden but inevitable betrayal. Ulthane the ogre-man also returns from the first game as a protector of humanity, among other decently well-drawn side characters and series mainstay Vulgrim the mercantile demon, who acts as your bonfire proxy. The villainous faction are chaotic personifications of the Seven Deadly Sins, a trite concept but with some fun designs. However...

The story frustrated me in its scope, as AGAIN the whole plot has been set up as a prequel, which makes three entire games (including Genesis) which have refused to resolve a now thirteen-year cliffhanger! A successor studio returning to the property only to kick the can down the road yet further was underwhelming to say the least, and while I think the writing and even voice acting is the best it’s been, I can’t help but feel deflated that ultimately this game does little for the overall story other than establish what Fury (and Strife, shh) was doing during the same exact timeframe. The game even ends with almost the exact same post-credits scene that Darksiders II did. It’s actually kind of funny in retrospect, and the annoyance comes only from my own expectations, but I’m not too out of line here am I?

At least they do some cool things within that context, like giving humanity a role in the cosmology beyond hapless victims, letting Fury confront the Council, giving her some pathos with the death of her horse (which also neatly does away with that gameplay mechanic to suit the structure of the game world this time around). I appreciated the improvement on the series’ track record on female characters, with more prominent women this time. The setting of this brutalised Earth twisted by mystic forces is also done well, and looks great.

While I find certain story choices baffling, I like that DS3 is doing its own thing to some extent and that thing works. The only joy I got out of combat in the first game was knocking fools into pits, the second game was mostly swapping between light and heavy attacks for me, but here at last I found truly engaging dynamics. They’ve ditched what didn’t work from the last games, rethought things, and the product is all the better for it. Oh, and the Void DLC is a worthwhile addition but the combat arena one was boring and pointless.

#Darksiders #Darksiders III #gunfire games #review #ps4

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shallowstories · 9 months

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It's suddenly clear to Sam why Mary's talking to him instead of Dean.

"You blamed Cas," he repeats, disbelievingly. "Wh-why?"

But Sam knows why. Because it's easy. Because Cas is supposed to protect them.

"For losing Kelly Kline, too," she adds, ripping at her cuticles now.

"But you didn't say that."

Thinking it is one thing. Sam's caught himself thinking it on more than one occassion, but Sam’s never said it outright.

She grimaces and it's all Sam needs to know.

“Christ, mom.”

"I tried to undo it," she whispers.

Sam leans back—grits his teeth.

“Okay.”

Sam’s blamed Cas plenty, like back when Dean died and got turned into a demon. They’d tried to hunt together afterwards, and Cas became a good mental scapegoat for Sam’s own incompetence.

When Cas accidentally blew through a cement wall, Sam broke his arm on a bad fall. He’d blamed him, not with words but with dark gazes and bared teeth. Then, when Cas couldn’t even heal it, he'd blamed him for that, too.

He'd wrapped the ensuing awkwardness in concern, in dulcet tones of, "Don't worry about it. You're not strong enough. Rest up. Get better."

"You're not the first to do it, Mom. Trust me. We all have."

She stills, breath caught and eyes narrowed like now Sam's the one who's done wrong.

"I- I mean, I've done it," Sam continues. "Dean's done it. Hell, Bobby—we told you about him—he blew his top when Cas couldn't heal his paralyzed legs."

She shifts uncomfortably, and he gentles his voice.

"I'm not saying that makes it okay. It's just the- the dynamic of it is all. But you should know: Cas isn't invincible."

"I know that," she hisses. "That's not what I was getting at. It's just. He seemed too strong, and-and I thought he'd just...handle it."

She goes quiet again.

Then, "He stopped for me sometimes, you know. On my first few hunts. Once, I saw him punch a vampire. Through a wall, Sam. If I could do that...”

Sam knows this line of thinking. It's an ugly road to go down.

That power is wasted on Cas.

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demon-road-musings · 2 years

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I've just realised that amber literally knew Kelly for 4 days in Desolation Hill, before they were split up. Makes it even more stupid that Derek kept treating their relationship like it was on par with amber and Milo's friendship

#milo > kelly always #one had to go and the wrong one was picked #imo at least #kelly demon road #milo sebastian #derek landy

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electrictoes · 1 year

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What are your Top 5 Favorite Amanda Rollins Moments?

I've been thinking about this so much and I'm not sure I can narrow it down to five, I'm just going to list a bunch without counting and not in any particular order.

Her first scene with Liv where she's like "I studied a lot of your cases" my GOD how far they've come!!

Both her scene with Liv and the one with Sonny at the end of Mirror Effect because that growth

When she destroys Moldovan in Hunt, Trap, Rape and Release

Basically every scene she has with Yates

Threatening Henry Mesner for her man

The entirety of Holden's Manifesto

Her cute little scene with Jesse in the kitchen (basically all her mom moments)

"I have a baby, I can't talk to serial killers anymore?"

S22 finale kiss / her heart eyes for Sonny Carisi

Telling Al she can't marry him

Her scenes with Gabriela in Zero Tolerance

Gambler's Fallacy? Kelli is phenomenal in that episode

FORGIVING ROLLINS. When she's practicing her testimony with Barba and my heart is in my throat

Proud wife mode when Carisi passes the bar

Hugging Liv at the shooting range

Rudnick road trip banter

The At Midnight In Manhattan argument

"Make sure you tell your wife I said hello"

Deadly Ambition - God, it hurts but she's so good

Her scenes with Esther, you know before that happened

Must Be Held Accountable - the conversation with Bucci about how she's worried the girls will grow up thinking they don't deserve to be happy (and the fact that she's happy now)

Detectiving over pancakes with Noah

That deleted scene with Cassidy from Chasing Demons (deleting this scene was a crime)

The scene with Nick in the bar in Spousal Privilege

When she was high in the hospital after she got shot in oisoned Motive

"She's happy, I'm happy" (Amanda happiness is everything) I'm going to stop there or it will never end.

#svu #amanda rollins

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destielomegaversebigbang · 2 years

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If Time Passed A Little Different

by paceprompting | art by Sissyray84

Dean knew for a long time what his life was: hunting for the yellow-eyed demon with his father until it killed them both.

Until it almost does.

Struck with the realization about the life he’d been forced to live, Dean flees to Sioux Falls, dreading the day John returns to pull him back into the life. But the longer John stays away, the more Dean adapts to the domestic life - featuring a dark-haired omega and his young son.

It’s all Dean ever wanted. But, ultimately, what he can’t have.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings & Tags: mention of fertility issues (with Cas), mention of illness, minor character death, canon divergence!AU, John never went on a hunting trip, Dean never went to get Sam, kidfic, Hunter Dean, Human Castiel, Lawyer Sam, Alive John Winchester, Alive Kelly Kline, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Alpha Dean, Omega Cas, Baby Jack, found family, slow burn, angst, alternate first meeting, heat sex, mating cycle/in heat, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, oral sex, scent marking, knotting, happy ending, bisexual Dean doesn’t sit on chairs, obviously

POSTING OCTOBER 3, 2022

Check under the cut for an excerpt

Excerpt:

Dean couldn’t take it anymore.

Confined to a hospital bed, his body broken and in pieces. He’d been hurt before. Ghosts and werewolves and shifters and worse…but it was his job. He kept people safe and got rid of the things that went bump in the dark.

He made his father proud, fighting side-by-side, even after Sam chased his own life, far away from them.

Dean hadn’t realized how consumed John had become in finding the yellow-eyed demon. He knew, of course, that John would never stop until he put a bullet between the thing’s eyes, but it had never put them in danger.

He could remember…

Dean was already hurt; arm broken, definitely needed to go to a hospital. But John had a fire in his eyes, trailing the fading trail of the yellow-eyed demon. He was supposedly in the next town over, so close and just within John’s vengeful grasp.

Dean asked – didn’t beg, never begged to his father – to be let out. He’d walk to the hospital if he had to, but he wasn’t going to be of any good use. He couldn’t even hold a gun straight enough to shoot.

But John didn’t seem to hear his son.

He pushed the Impala faster, faster. Hunched over the steering wheel, eyes trained on the road. This was his chance, the first in a long time, of getting his revenge. It had already cost him his wife, one son, and his other son’s young adulthood.

John would never stop.

#Destiel Omegaverse Big Bang #Fic Promo #Destiel #DOBB 2022

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years

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Heartache: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

"Did you find anything interesting?" you ask as you close the bedroom door.

"They're all the same. 'Dearest Betsy...'"

"Who's Betsy?"

"I don't know. Girlfriend? Eleanor didn't mention a Betsy," Dean shakes his head.

"This one looks old. 'Dearest Betsy, third day of training camp. Roadwork improving. Working on my left jab. They say this kid Sugar Ray is gonna be tough.'," Sam reads.

"Sugar Ray? As in Robinson? Didn't he box in, like, the '40s? Is it signed the same?"

"Yeah. 'Love, me'."

"Check this one out. 'Dearest Betsy, on the road again. So hard to be away from you, honey. Will give the Red Sox hell and get back to you.'"

Every single letter starts and ends the same. Dearest Betsy and Love, me. The person who wrote these letters have to be the same person if they are all addressed to the same person and have the same style of writing in every single one. There are mentions of four different occupations and names in the letters, so Sam did research on all four guys.

To the normal eye, they are four completely different men, but Sam doesn't have a normal eye. He sees things under a microscope sometimes.

"I pulled up the names on those trophies and in the letters. Check it out. Brick Holmes--football player. Charlie Karnes--race-car driver. Davey Samuelson--baseball player. Kelly Duran--boxer. Four different guys, right?"

"Okay," Dean says slowly.

"Check this out." Sam pulls up photos of all four guys side by side so he can compare them. "Same dark eyes, same cheekbones, nose, and mouth."

"Wait, are you saying that these four guys who all look to be in their mid-twenties and go back seventy years could be the same guy? Wow. For a ninety-five-year-old, Brick Holmes could take a hit."

"So, if all these athletes are the same, how did he pull it off? He'd disappear then reappear with a whole new look. You're telling me that no one in seventy years thought to look at these guys and put two and two together?"

"We didn't when he was Brick Holmes," Sam shrugs.

"Okay, then how did he do it?"

"Cacao was Mayan, right?" Dean asks, looking through some of the papers scattered around him.

"Yeah."

"The Mayans were all about war and torture and conquest... and sports. It says, 'Their athletes were treated like kings.' The Mayan jocks made sacrifices to Cacao by killing a victim, pulling out his heart, and eating it. They believed the rituals gave them super-charged power over their opponents."

"And that's the how," you say and take a seat at the table.

"Yeah, but they didn't stay young forever. So, what? Maybe Brick just made some kind of deal with this Cacao?"

"Well, we've seen it before with people making deals with demons and gods. I mean, maybe he stayed young and strong so long as the sacrifices kept coming. Remember all that antique sports equipment he had? This guy could go back to the Mayan days."

"Wow. So, one of the greatest QBs to ever play the game was over nine hundred years old," Sam scoffs in disbelief.

"Well, that explains Brick, but what about the victims carrying his spare parts?" you ask.

"Maybe the spell went along for the ride and infected the people who got his organs. Remember how Paul Hayes said he had a health scare that changed his life? I mean, maybe the spell could compel him to keep carrying out the ritual."

"Sort of like getting bit by a werewolf," Dean says out loud. "I mean, once you're infected, you do what you have to do, especially if you like the results."

"Except for Arthur. Poor guy couldn't handle it, so he went nuts."

"At least Brick wasn't sleeping with his mother," Sam says and shows you what's on his laptop.

"Fighter Kelly Duran is congratulated on a second-round knockout by wife Betsy."

You have to talk to Eleanor since she clearly lied to you about who she was. She is Betsy, and if she is Brick's wife, then how did he stay so young and she grew older? The next morning, you three head over to her house to have a proper chat. As soon as she sees you, she knows something is up, but she tries not to let it show.

"Hello, Eleanor," Sam smiles.

"Or would you rather us call you Betsy?" Dean blurts.

She immediately shuts the door on his face, and you step in.

"Eleanor, innocent people are dying, and they are going to continue to die until we stop it."

You give her three seconds before she opens the door again. She has no choice but to let you in because she wants this to end as well. You three take the seats you were in the day before, and she sits across from all three of you.

"Did you know about the murders over the past year?"

"No. I didn't. I swear. I thought when Brick died, it would be over."

"Help us. Betsy, this is not what you want Brick's legacy to be."

"His Mayan name was Inyo. He was a proud young athlete nearly a thousand years ago. He lived for sport and never wanted his days in the sun to end. So, he arranged a bargain with the god Cacao through a high priest. As long as the sacrifices continued, twice a year--once for the planting, once for harvest."

"When did you find out about this?"

"Not until I began to age and Brick--Kelly, as he was when I met him--did not. By that time, Brick himself had changed... inside. He wasn't just the warrior whose only reason for living was combat. We were deeply, deeply in love. So in love, I'm ashamed to say, that when I found out how my husband stayed young and strong, I chose to ignore it," she sighs sadly.

"You and Brick had to go underground from time to time to hide your secret, right?" you ask.

"Every ten years or so, he would, uh, re-emerge with a new look and a new name. Me, I was the wife, and I was the woman in hiding, and then, when I got into my forties, I became Brick's mother, Eleanor. I am so tired. You can't imagine the burden of it all. I think even Brick was through. He had lived centuries all alone, but I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge. You must think I'm a monster."

"Lesser people have done a lot worse, Betsy," you reassure her.

"Well, see, here's the deal," Dean says, being the bad guy for right now. "Now there are eight killers out there that we have to deal with, not just one."

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Brick used to say the heart was key. That was the focus of the sacrifice."

"Are you saying that if we stop Brick's beating heart, then we could stop the whole thing?" Betsy nods shamelessly. "Do you know where the person who has the heart is?"

"She currently works at the Bunny Hole Strip Club. Wait here. You're going to need this."

Betsy gets up and leaves the room, only to return with a weapon that will kill Brick's heart. You're sure that when he died, his heart had to go to the woman who works at the strip club. All you have to do is kill her in the heart and this whole thing ends.

You left Zeus at the motel room, but you had no choice but to bring Joanna with you. You'd rather be anywhere else than here, but it's what you have to do to stop this. You'd offer to stay back at the motel with Joanna, but the brothers might need you and your magic. The logo for the strip club is two women dancing on strip poles, and you just sigh when you see this.

"This is just what a two-year-old needs to see," you say.

"We're pretty sure this is gonna work, right?" Sam asks, gripping the weapon.

"Well, as long as Eleanor knows what she's talking about."

"You think Brick thought maybe he'd burn to nothing when he crashed that car?"

"Yeah, but he didn't, which brings us here."

You shake off your nerves and head to the back only to find the door locked. On the door is the same logo, and you roll your eyes as you step up to the plate.

"This is a mother's worst nightmare," you say and unlock the door with your magic.

The area is dark since the place is closed during the day. You make your way through the locker room and ignore the skimpy outfits and the dirty underwear lying around. Shielding Joana's eyes, you make your way to the main area where the stage, tables, and bar is. The entire place is pitch black but as soon as you get to the stage, all the lights come on, and the silhouette of a woman can be seen behind the curtain.

"Eleanor sent you, right? I figured she'd probably break and give me up. This won't end well for her, of course. Not that it's gonna end well for you," she smiles. Sam takes out the knife that Eleanor gave to him, and the woman, Randa, laughs. "Oh, now, you don't think we're gonna let you do that, do you?"

"We?"

Just then, two guys attack Sam and Dean, and you use your magic to blast them away from you and Joanna to keep both of you safe. Paul, the health freak, heads for Sam while a new person takes on Dean. If they want to get to one brother, then they'll have to take out the other, and Paul understands this. He grabs Sam's head and smashes it against the table, knocking him out completely.

He turns to you, and your eyes flash bright blue to warn him you're not to be fucked with. Instead, he turns to the other man and Dean. Both of them tackle Dean, flipping him over and slamming him on the stage. They have super strength, so they are easily able to hold him down while Randa approaches him with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, you guys are stronger than you look," Dean groans as he tries to get away.

"Comes with the package. Plus, I work out a lot," Paul grins.

You look to the side and see Sam coming to, and without attracting attention from Randa, you stealthily rush over to Sam and heal his head. Once he is 100%, you hand Joanna off to him so you can focus on your husband.

"You can't imagine who I was before. This shy, awkward little thing from Georgia with a heart condition. Then I had the surgery." She places her heeled foot on Dean's chest, putting a bit of pressure. "I became fucking Xena, Warrior Princess." She gets on her knees and straddles your husband's lap, running her fingers down his face. "I couldn't dissect a frog in high school. But sacrificing to Cacao? Better than sex. So, if I go real slow and take my time and enjoy this, I can actually show you your own beating heart before you die."

Your eyes and your hands glow the same color blue, and you reach out for the two men holding your husband, watching as your magic swirls around their necks. With a flick of your wrists, their necks snap in two. Randa's head snaps to yours and then over to Sam who is holding Joanna for dear life.

The two men holding Dean fall to the ground, and Randa knows that if she doesn't do something soon, she will be dead.

"Hands off my husband," you growl.

Randa reaches down and presses her fingers hard into Dean's chest, putting enough pressure to break the skin. Dean cries out once, and you jump into action. You send three blasts of magic to Randa, one to get her attention, another to knock her off Dean, and the final one to blast her to the end of the stage.

You rush onto the stage, careful of your pregnant belly, and you swipe the knife that Sam had dropped when he was stabbed. Randa growls and decides to take care of you first whether you're pregnant or not, but you don't give her the chance. When she reaches out for you, you send an uppercut to her chin and plunge the knife into her chest, piercing her heart.

She gasps and staggers back, looking down at her wound which is ablaze with red flames. You rush over to Dean and place your hand over his wound, healing him of whatever damage she dealt to him. Randa moans as she continues to burn, a white light replacing the red flames. When it dies down, Randa collapses to the ground, dead.

Sam joins you and Dean by the stage, and you take Joanna back who has a look of worry across her face. She heard and saw her dad in pain, and you wish to God that she never saw that. The more she sees you and Dean in pain, the more she is going to grow up to be just like Sam and Dean when they had to endure the same from their father.

With Randa dead and all the recipients of Brick's organs, you let Eleanor know that she can now live out the rest of her life in peace with the memory of Brick. She was so grateful, but all you could think about was getting back on the road--hopefully to where Kevin is.

The recent events must have drained Joanna because she is sleeping soundly in her car seat while Zeus is resting in your lap.

"Wow. Back in business. Got the win. Admit it, it feels good, huh?" Dean grins and looks at both you and Sam. "You know, I was thinking about what Randa said about what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it, man, I do."

"Imagine having magic. I feel like a superhero," you chuckle.

"I know. I know you two do. I don't. Not anymore. Hell, maybe I never did."

"Come on, Sam, don't ruin our buzz, would you?" Dean sighs.

"Dean, listen, when this is over, when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet, I'm done. I mean that."

"No, you don't."

"Come on, Sam," you sigh.

"The year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that."

"I think that's just how you feel right now."

You have nothing left to say, because you don't know what to say to this kind of thing. You look to your left and see Amara sitting between you and Joanna. You don't want to say anything to her because that would only upset Dean further, so instead, you try to let your eyes do the talking.

"I know you're sad about Sam," she begins. "I know you want Sam to stay more than anything. If you want that to happen, then you need to give him a reason to stay. He looks at you and Dean and your kids, and all it does is remind him of what he doesn't have. You got lucky when you met Dean through hunting. Sam doesn't have that. I know it sucks, but you're not enough this time."

You keep your mouth shut and ponder on her words. What will it take to get Sam to stay with you and Dean? With his niece?

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The Hunter's Trap

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, mentions of death, magic, porn watching, masterbation, getting caught, needy boys, Dom dressed up, improper use of a tie, grinding, talks of a hunt, talks of death/murder, mentions of torture, fingering, cunnilingus, bruising, choking, biting, blood play/tasting, d/s dynamics, intense orgasms, slightly dark boys ⚰️ rating: explicit obvi

Kells had been riding shotgun and needing Dom to ride him for a week when they finally shared a hunt. They had stayed in the first small town for a few days only to realize the monster he'd been hunting was a human fuck killing children so bloody and as usual in that case he anonymously tipped off the cops and searched out his next lead. His new beastie BFF hadn't liked or trusted the police so before they left he snuck away while the Hunter was bathing and sent the bastard straight where he belonged. He even made sure to tag him for one of his old friends that he knew had a knack for torture and a hatred for anyone hurting kids. One thing he'd learned in his time below was that not all demons were monsters. Some people sold their souls for damn good reasons but still suffered the consequences. Bela was a newer addition to hell but he didn't discriminate over age.

After that they'd stumbled onto a new case of course, he couldn't distract the human for long. They moved on, driving back roads and highways to a new picturesque Norman Rockwell wannabe facade with a dark secret. But didn't they all have them? Didn't everyone? The town was quaint but the case was not, people were turning up dead in the weirdest ways. Kells could scent the magic the moment they were in town and where it normally wouldn't worry him, too much power around his boy had him anxious. They settled in a new motel, something less awful than usual because the demon wanted to treat his bitch.

He didn't think he could call what they were doing dating- he didn't do that, but he wasn't leaving the boy and they spent all their time together. He still hadn't been able to bring himself to truly bed the kid but they were definitely hot and heavy. The omega needed him and his long buried alpha was getting stronger every day. He just didn't want to give up his power to the Hunter and he knew he might if he fucked him down and dirty. Or worse… made love. He was just protecting himself and pissing off the human along the way.

He had popped out to meet up with Bela and see how her new toy was faring for a little while. Dom had said he needed to do research and he wasn't the biggest fan of books so for just a few hours they split up. He'd gotten back to an empty room and tossed some lunch on the small nook table before laying himself out on the bed. The motel offered an array of movies but a little display next to the television promised Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. He was centuries old and didn't normally find too much pleasure in porn or touching himself anymore but after so many nights of pent up need he was a bit desperate for relief. Of course they messed around and he got off at least once a night but it was five in the afternoon. He hadn't orgasmed since midnight.

"Fuck it." He grumbled under his breath as he switched on the TV and searched out what was sure to be shitty porn. He waved his hand and summoned a small bottle of lube as he pressed 'buy' on the screen and he dropped everything to thumb his pants open. The music was tacky and the actors weren't as hot as he'd like but sex was sex and before his new companion he loved a porn starlet. It was almost annoying how quickly his tastes were changing. He could feel his blood pump harder, if he truly focused he could even feel the way it altered its flow to rush down to his cock. Of course his knot didn't react, it wouldn't without his lover near, but he started to play anyway.

The first touch made him shiver, his skin was hot and aching, it seemed like he was always hard for the boy now. He couldn't ignore it, he wasn't pulsing for the humans on screen it was all for the bitch and his tight wet pussy. When the video zoomed on a girl's core his mind conjured images of Dom instead, the way he leaked like a faucet for him, drenching his thick thighs and soaking the bed. When it filmed her tits he thought of his boy's, he was mostly muscle but they still bounced for him when they'd grind in bed. When the punk would sit on his lap and they'd press together, not-so dry humping. No matter what the movie showed he thought of Dom… Dom… "Dom-"

"Don't look like you need me 'elp actually." A voice interrupted him and he cried out in shock, his hand stuttering in its play. His gaze shot to the door where his companion was standing, arms crossed, smirk on his face.

"Fuck me. You look pretty." Kells huffed back as he took in his lover in his Sunday best. Dom's hair was brushed back and he was decked out in a simple black suit with a white button up and pink tie. "Mmm, my favorite color."

"Not even gonna explain ya'self?" The boy hummed, stripping off his jacket. He laid it on the back of a chair and rolled his sleeves up before he loosened his tie to half mast. He kept his heavy jade gaze on his demon every step of the way. There was something oddly erotic about catching him in the act but at the same time a small voice in the back of his mind wondered if he wasn't enough. The beast wouldn't really fuck him and now he needed a dirty movie to get off?

Kells couldn't help but catch his boy's thoughts and he turned the TV off automatically. He didn't want to give away that he was constantly in the kid's head so instead he said- "I got bored and you haven't gotten me off since last night. If you'd let me drive you could have given me road head like a good bitch." He tried to give his patent cocky grin but his lover looked too fucking good standing there. If anything he looked like he matched his name but Kells didn't turn bitch for anyone. Ever.

"Oh ya poor fing. 'Ow tragic. No one drives LuLu but me. Jus' like no one should be touching tha' cock but me." Dom purred, his voice was even but he was shocked as hell at himself. They flirted and teased all the time but he'd never said something so claiming in his life. He probably shouldn't be starting with a bloody demon. "I leave to interview some people and actually work on a 'unt and you can't even wait till I get 'ome?"

A shiver went through the demon, his brow arching as he teased a fingertip around the crown of his dick. The way the boy so casually owned him made his blood run hotter. A pearl of precum pooled at his tip and beaded down his shaft and he knew Dom was watching every moment. "Sue me. I'm a needy whore. Shouldn't leave me alone. Trying to play bad cop Domie?"

The Hunter laughed and ran his fingers through his slicked back hair to mess it up a little as he stalked closer to the bed. He'd planned on pulling an all-nighter to research what could be killing people but perhaps he could waste thirty minutes with the beast. "I'm always bad cop." He shrugged, toeing off his boots to crawl on to the bed. He slung a leg over the monster's thighs, trying not to settle too heavily but Kells felt him hesitate and he rolled his eyes. Strong fingers gripped Dom's thighs and pushed him down harder. After a moment he obeyed, letting his full weight rest on the other man's lap. He knew what he would say, he could take it.

"Something seems off here." Kells joked, his dick was exposed between them but Dom was buttoned up tight. He wondered if he pressed his fingers between the boy's legs if he'd find him wet. He might need to work for it though. "Find anything out?" He asked, not that he really cared but he was there to hunt with the guy. He knew Dom wasn't solely focused on their biggest enemy so he couldn't be anymore. A monster was a monster, was a monster… or whatever.

Dom's brows furrowed as the beast reached for his buttons. He sighed as the first one popped open. Another. Kells explored his skin as he opened the punk's shirt but he arched a brow as if he expected an answer. "Um… Cops didn't know shite. Couldn't find hex bags but- uh fuck-" He stuttered when the demon pulled his shirt from his pants and pushed it slowly down his shoulders.

"You look like a slutty school boy." The monster purred, dropping his hands to work open the kid's slacks.

"You should see me in a skirt." Dom mumbled and the demon fumbled over his work. "Don't fink it's a witch. But 'ey dying weird. Seem to jus' explode or summat." The Hunter continued as if they were an old married couple discussing their days before sex. What the fuck was happening?

"Mmm, trying to turn me on here?" Kells teased but it was a joke. He might fuck Dom in a puddle of blood someday but he didn't like his kills viscerally messy. He loved red almost as much as he loved pink but not like that. When he realized he couldn't pull the kid's pants off in their position and he wasn't allowed to tear them he huffed. He was trying to do it without magic but he couldn't let him move. He didn't want him to.

Dom jumped when his lover snapped his fingers and everything but his tie was gone. He shouldn't have been surprised but it still shocked him sometimes. Unless Kells was showing off he looked so… human. His bare skin pressed to the demon's and he automatically felt himself messy. It was normal around his lover but still strange. New. "You ever um- 'ear summat like tha'?" He tried to keep calm. He knew Kells didn't plan to fuck him and he didn't want to give away how much he craved his beast. At times he thought about scooting back against him at night and trying to wiggle that monster cock inside himself while faking sleep but that might look too much like cuddling. He was not the little spoon. Ever.

Keliphos shrugged, of course he'd heard of deaths like that but it took a lot of magic and he didn't want Dom trying to go up against it, so instead he tried for distraction. He was good at that. He eased the tie loose before tugging one side down, tickling it over his chest, belly, the tops of his thighs, and finally his dick. He watched as Dom's sweat and precum stained it darker. The pink silk looked gorgeous against Dom's almost matching blushed cock as he wrapped it carefully around his shaft. His mouth watered, he wanted to kiss the tip and tease his tongue beneath the kid's slowly stretching foreskin but they hadn't done that yet. Fuck. He wanted to taste everything from his bitch but he worried he might get addicted. Kells didn't like needing things. Dom's eyes went wide, his lips parting when the other end tightened too much around his throat. He knew of choking as a sex act of course but he wasn't prepared for it. He wasn't used to it. He hadn't even technically had sex and the only choking he'd experienced was monsters trying to kill him. Could he really trust the demon that much?

Kells groped rough at his thighs, tugging him up until his drenched quivering folds were pressed against the devil's shaft and they both moaned at the feel. "Should make you blow me." He growled low, his dick jerking hard. He was so close to what he really wanted but he shouldn't. He couldn't. Not yet. Not until he knew how to keep himself from truly feeling. He had thought that part was carved out of him centuries ago but he knew with Dom it wasn't true. His damn heart was still there and in desperate need of protection. The pretty boy would never look at him like that.

"Don't deserve it." Dom rasped, swallowing hard a few times just to make sure he still could. What was the fucking point of the tie?

"Oh I don't? I was going to take that off but maybe you don't deserve to cum." The beast's voice dropped, the darkness inside him coming out just a little as it started to leak into his gaze. He couldn't decide where to look but he wanted to look everywhere. He groaned when his bitch found a rocking pace, his pretty hips swaying back and forth. Fingers tangled in his hair and he fought to keep control of the situation. He would not give in because the human had a sweet pussy and a pretty face. Never. "Scared aren't you?" He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He let a palm wander up the human's freckled skin, over his ribs inked with protection spells, over his chest tattooed with anti-possession, and finally it tickled over the tie, his fingers pressing gently. They both knew how easily he could kill him. That for the moment he held Dom's life in his hands. He could see it in the way the Hunter's eyes twinkled. The way his cunt trickled a fresh rush of slick.

"Y-yes." Dom whimpered, the rotation of his hips pushing further up as if he could catch the devil's cock and bury it inside himself. He was too tight for that- they both knew it, but his body had to try. He hadn't meant to be so honest but his eyes locked on stormy blues and he couldn't swallow the fear. The arousal. It was plain in the steady shake of his body and the quivering of his core. Every stroke drove him wild, he'd grind far enough he could feel the beast against his ass before slipping through his folds. The ridge of the demon's cockhead caught against both his holes and made him tremble. "Every'fin about you scares me."

Maybe Keliphos took that wrong or maybe he took it exactly right. It felt a bit like a splash of cold water but at the same time his cock twitched hard. He forced his eyes back to human and Dom frowned, his plush parted lips turning down. "I didn't mean… don't 'ide? Please?" He whined low, pulling his pet demon closer. That pillow perfect mouth pressed to his. Again. Again. They covered the beast's and suckled softly as his body rolled. The tension was starting to feel desperate. Fingers tugged at blonde locks and Kells groped right back- one hand squeezing Dom's ass and the other dangerously close to choking him out. The kiss felt wet and messy, the boy couldn't help it. Everything about him was dripping with desire.

Kells couldn't control his power as his rapture climbed, the next time his eyes opened he knew the storm was back. When the kid smiled and moaned aloud he knew that's what he wanted but Dom didn't know what he was playing with. "Fuck me?" The human mouthed, his breath too cut off but he shook his head and let just a little of his magic out to play.

Dominic groaned when electricity kissed his skin all over and the scent of the air after heavy rain tried to overpower the intoxicating smell of their sex. The monster's sweat and precum was like a strange aphrodisiac and if he trusted his skill better he would taste him. "Look at you. Little Hunter begging to ride a demon's dick. You were all set to kill me, now look at you. I could snap your neck. I could use you however I want." His voice was gravel and heavy on Dom's skin. It filled him with a feeling he couldn't understand. He pushed through fight or flight, he couldn't move anyway and he didn't want to. Maybe it was shame. Maybe he liked it. Fuck.

The human moved faster, his hips jerking. The glide between them was easy with all the slick but their movements were brutal. Rough. He couldn't cum though and he damn well knew it. "Use me 'en." His voice was nothing more than a whispered rasp but the monster still growled. The beg was louder in his head than his own harsh unneeded breath. "Use me?" 'Yours.' The last he didn't even speak out loud but it was blaring in his mind along with the constant pleading for release and it broke something inside the beast.

Kells cursed, his hands squeezing so tight that the boy couldn't breathe. Dom felt his skin break where his lover's painted nails dug in. He knew he'd be bruised all over, bleeding even. There was something so erotic knowing he was marked. He'd felt claimed by the wrong bastard so long and as crimson trickled down his skin that almost felt erased. Finally. 'Taste?' Kells didn't know if Dom was realizing he was constantly listening or the kid was just too fucked out to realize what he was asking for but it didn't matter. The demon pulled him closer anyway and moved his hand, his tongue searching out every drop of red.

Keliphos groaned as pleasure burned through him, his body jerking as he spilled hot. His knot was threatening to pop just a little more than before but Dom never stopped grinding. White heat soaked their skin but his orgasm was secondary to the taste of omega blood on his tongue. He kept his grip tight, his thumb pressed against the fluttering human pulse. He just needed more. More. Everything.

Dom whimpered when his lover pulled back, his vision was going black around the edges but he thought for just a moment his beast looked scared. He couldn't ask though. He couldn't think. He couldn't focus on anything more than the cum flooding between them and the urgency his body was screaming with. To breathe. To find pleasure.

The boy's lashes fluttered and with a blood red Cheshire grin Kells thought about letting him pass out. He took the kid right to the brink, let him kiss the darkness before he moved.

The grip around Dom's throat disappeared and he gasped for air, his eyes blinking fast to fight his vision going out. His spine hit the mattress and the tie around his neck vanished- but so did his monster and he couldn't help but be scared. Hands gripped tight at his thighs and spread them, shoulders pressed between his legs. He still couldn't focus but he searched with his hands and found Kells- he was still there.

Keliphos bit his lip not to groan at the heavy scent of their combined cum and slick. The kid was drenched in him and his dick was still spilling. His hips bucked down so he could grind against the bed but his main focus was the shiny wet pussy begging for his touch.

Three fingers shoved deep, stretching and searching inside Dom's core and his thighs shook. It wouldn't take him but a moment to spill. "Kells-" He choked, his throat bruised inside and out but he didn't care. He'd scream for the man if it would get him off. The moment his spot was found the monster abused it, he was getting used to pleasure but it wasn't a soft building wave anymore. It seemed like a brutal brick wall he was heading for faster than he could breathe. Something else touched his skin- hot and wet and when he looked he knew it was all over. Kells was tasting him?

The demon moaned. He wasn't even trying to cover his noises anymore but he didn't have to. Dom was so drenched that his fingers made a sloppy squelch inside him. His lips sucked over the boy's folds, his tongue teasing between them to lick up every drop. He never slowed his touch, he wouldn't torture his lover like that but he knew what he was doing was dumb. So. Fucking. Dumb. With one kiss, with one taste he was hooked. He ignored the growl in his head screaming 'mine'. He didn't claim humans. He couldn't.

Dom heard a snap and the brutal pressure of silk around his dick disappeared. He wasn't even sure what sound escaped him but the pain was overwhelming and he knew he screamed. His spine arched, his fingers tugging at his lover's hair as pleasure slammed into him and sucked him under.

Kells felt the kid black out but he didn't stop. Slick threatened to drown him as the punk gushed for him but he worked to catch every drop. He couldn't stop until the storm of rapture slowed, his Hunter was a fountain of need. Of youth. Of lust. He drank deep and slowed his touch, pulling his fingers free to let his lips replace them. He didn't stop until he felt Dom starting to stir again.

Dom felt limp. He'd never been so fucked out and they still hadn't even made love. Not that they ever would. Fuck. "Kells?" He tried to ask but his voice was shot along with the rest of him. He'd have to sleep it off before he could hunt again. The demon pulled back and smiled up at him, crawling closer to drop next to his shaking body. He almost wanted to ask if he was any good but his companion laughed.

The beast fought himself not to hold the human but the back of his mind knew better. Neither of them were soft anymore, it was carved out of them. He licked his lips and savored the taste of the boy on his face and he wondered if Dom was truly human. "Just rest kid. I'll watch over you." He hummed, risking a slap as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Dom tried to kiss back but he couldn't make any part of him work. Maybe just this once he could trust the monster to keep him safe. His eyes closed again, but for just a moment he swore there was a bright light coming from his lover and a heat rushed through him until his bruises felt better. His throat less raw. It was nothing he was sure, just a warmth from the kiss. But he thought he also heard Kells gasp in shock before sleep sucked him under.

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So that was a long one. I hope you enjoyed your treat! There was a little plot mixed in with the porn but not too much 😂 Who/what are they hunting? Is Dom fully human? What the fuck is happening to Kells? I hope you liked it 🖤⚰️

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