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@blccdiedknuckles
THIS IS A SELECTIVE, LOW TO MEDIUM ACTIVITY INDIE GAY SMUT SUPERNATURAL HORROR ACCOUNT. RULES AND OTHER IMPORTANT LINKS CAN BE FOUND BELOW. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! DEAD DOVE WARNING, ADULT CONTENT FEATURED AHEAD.
mun is a twenty six year old gay man and I go by lewis.
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | THE VAMPIRE LESTAT — 1.07 // 2.08 // 3.06
"No no it really is quite weird. Most people try to avoid graveyards not take the soil with them. Unless you're a vampire. Are you a vampire?" Rory knew vampires had to sleep with soil from their homeland or grave at least in some stories. Though he doubted that was what was happening here. "It's very weird but you look sad and I'm not going to tell you how to grieve."
Rory looked down at the flowers and then to the grave. It felt weird. Him having to arrange it, because his parents were in the plots to the left of their son. "I mean. Yeah but also no. I just...I was going to put these down. He was my best friend. Which is weird to say because I really didn't know him very well which is to say I'm a very bad friend." he said as he moved to take the flowers, and instead of just laying them down he dug a little hole in the fresh earth and stuck them in there so they were standing up. Maybe they would grow.
"You're honoring that person right? With your dirt? I uh- wouldn't mind that drink. In that bar. If that was what you were going to suggest. I'm not above flirting with sad men in graveyards."
law had forgotten about that fact-- or was it more of a superstition, or a belief since he hadn't met a vampire yet that could verify that for him? either way, he had forgotten about that fact-- and hearing the other accuse him of being a vampire was the first time that day that he had smiled; or laughed even. "no," he answered, shaking his head as the amusement helped to push his more somber emotions further away. "i'm not a vampire. some people just believe taking dirt from a grave brings you good luck if you hide it under your porch or your front steps," he explained with a soft smile, "though now that i'm saying that aloud, maybe that was just a lie some vampire started decades ago to get people to stop questioning why they had dirt lying around." there, that was better. this was better. "i don't think that's too weird." he offered in the other's defense. "i thought i knew my own parents, and everyone in this town for that matter, but-- uh-- but losing him, and my parents, made me realize i didn't know any of them at all really." he admitted. "maybe it's not the knowing them that's important, but the showing up anyway that matters." "the fact you're here at all makes you a good friend in my opinion." taking a step back to give rory some space, he watched quietly as the blonde dug a small hole to plant the flowers rather than simply setting them against the headstone. it was a kind gesture, one that law was going to remember; mostly so he could come back and water them for him. "honoring him?" he questioned as he glanced back down at his pocket where the jar was safely tucked. he wanted to comment that he wasn't honoring everett, because he didn't believe he was dead, but that was part of the long story he was going to tell him over drinks so instead he opted for a noncommital shrug and a "yeah, sure. i guess you could say that. i'll-- i'll explain that more over drinks," he mumbled as he began to walk away from the grave with a nod of his head for the other to follow. "is this you flirting, by the way? calling me sad and weird? i'm not complaining," he wasn't wrong, "i'm just curious what other kind of moves or lines i should be expecting."
"it's a graveyard. People do weird things here, grief makes people weird. I'm not judging you." Too harshly anyway. It was truth death made the sane seem like they were mad. Rory gestured to the freshly churned earth not but 10 feet away from where they stood now, flowers in his hands as he stared at the headstone. He was there to fulfill a promise to one of his comrades. If they passed he would bury them in their home town.
"You uh- well. Would it make you feel better to tell me the long story? If you want. It can sometimes be nice to tell strangers things because you don't really care what a stranger thinks of you yeah?" Rory put the flowers down and held out his hand. "I'm Rory by the way."
"this isn't weird," yes it was. "it's-- good luck, and another long story i guess." huffing, law finished scooping some of the dirt into his jar before wiping-- smacking, really-- his right hand against his jean clad thigh to knock the dirt off before digging the jars lid out of his jacket pocket. making sure it was secured tight, he wiped the outside of the jar off on his pants as well before gently putting back into the pocket he had just pulled the lid from. one of these days he'd remember to bring a bag.
brushing his other hand off on his other leg with that same rough, haphazardly swiping he then pushed himself up to stand again; groaning, quietly, under his breath as his knees stubbornly protested the movement. "not really," he admitted with pursed lips, "especially if i have to talk about it sober." talking about it would help he was just too stubborn to admit it yet. "there's a small bar in town," that he owned, and right as he was about to explain that and even offer for the other to join him for a drink he stopped-- his brows furrowing as he finally noticed the other's flowers as he set them down. "i'm interrupting something, aren't i? no wonder you think i'm weird. you're trying to honor someone and i'm just... filling a jar with dirt." he's done weirder things. "lauren, but my friends-- and most of the other locals for that matter-- just call me law." he mumbled with another half smile, his lips pursed as he reluctantly reached out and shook rory's hand.
Open to: men only. Bottom or verse. Dom, sub, switch, all good. Basic jumping off point: YM knows that Archie is a werewolf, and has expressed some curiosity about it. He doesn't do pet play, but does still bite a growl. Nipple play, breath play, literally just outright burning him, all welcome. Anything but pet play.
“Well, sorry to disappoint, but I don’t got the knot in this form. Now, personally,” He raised his hands as if quelling the wave of disappointment, “Personally, I think the little guy is big enough to make up for it, but if that knot thing was why you were looking to throw down with a werewolf-” Archie shrugged and took another drink, still leaning against his RV, “Don’t want you getting your hopes up over it.”
"i, okay i wasn't actually expecting that answer," he stumbled over his words, barely managing to swallow back the choke as his drink caught in his throat at archie's unrestrained honesty, "i didn't even think that was really a thing. i mean, i read in forums that people were talking about it so it, yeah, head me curious but no that's-- that's not some kind of deal breaker. i still want to do this with you with, uh, without the knot." he nodded, his brows furrowed as he tried to focus on anything other than the images now circling in his mind.
"also, that's a bit of an oxymoron don't you think? your little guy being big enough?" law questioned with a chuckle under his breath. "does-- does anything about being a werewolf affect sex for you? does it make you more animalistic? if we, uh-- if we used restraints and the cuffs were silver would that hurt you? if they were on me would you still be able to touch me?"
dungeonsndudes asked: "I'd get on my knees and bark." from Law on my side blog, @blccdiedknuckles
Alan raised an eyebrow. That was a new one, yet the idea is ever so ...appealing to him. He was always up for trying new things, that is if the other was being serious.
"Actions mean more than words, y'know. Maybe you should show me just how willing you are for me."
A ragged breath left his lips as he looked over Law, thoughts racing through his head as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to him. The sense of control only enthralled him more, causing his pulse to heighten from excitement.
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it had been a bit of a throw away line; a culmination of law's exasperation at his own inability to express his attraction to alan. he wanted to flirt with the man, to make it clear that regardless of whatever there was between them, this was where his mind was at. this was what he wanted. out of everything he could have said, every line he could have tried, that was what he wound up with. i'd get on my knees and bark. to his surprise, alan didn't seem to hate his offer. "w-what?" blinking as he turned to fully face the man, a bit of color dusted over law's cheekbones as he realized alan wasn't just messing with him; as he caught the way the man was looking at him. fuck, okay. "actions mean more than words, you--" furrowing his brows, still questioning if this was actually happening for a second, law's desires outweighed his embarrassment. instead of finishing his thought, he lifted his hands in a quick display of surrender before giving in; before allowing himself to act on his unfiltered thoughts towards alan by obeying and lowering himself down onto his knees. and then he barked.
𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ
"i hate you," kneeling in front of the gravestone marked for his best friend, everett mcdonough, lauren tried and failed to hold himself together; those words feeling like venom on his tongue, a poison he refused to swallow. he could never hate him. he might have been mad at him, and hell bent on proving he was still out there somewhere and not buried beneath him, but lauren didn't hate him. closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in and used what little bits of strength he had left to swallow down his emotions back down; his eyes and cheeks puffy and red, waiting for the tears he'd blinked away as he finally exhaled.
shaking his head, his misguided attempt at clearing away the dark thoughts and angry grumblings that liked to claw their way to the forefront of his mind whenever he was here, he steeled himself with another deep, pointed breath. he was here for a reason. it had become a ritual at this point. ever since moving back into town he came out to everett's grave, once a month, and filled a small mason jar with the dirt around his headstone; the dirt above his coffin. he read somewhere, while he was traveling around, that there were cultures that believed taking dirt from a gravesite and placing in under the stairs, or porch, at the front of your home would bring you good luck-- but only the dirt. taking trinkets or gifts left behind would invoke a curse. he was foolish enough to believe, or hope, rather, that taking dirt from his grave wouldn't only bring luck... but that it might bring him back as well. digging into the dirt, the tips of his fingers stained with the remnants of the dark brown earth, he began packing it into the jar at his side when he had the overwhelming sense that he was being watched. craning his head to the side, his heart sank into his stomach as he found a person standing next to him; watching him. sometimes being right sucked. "i'm--" he offered, wiping at the dampness on his cheek only to smear some dirt there, as his lips pulled into an almost nervous smile. "i know how this looks, but i'm not crazy. this is, well-- it's just-- this is... it's a long story."
↠ open to any, men only for flirting/romance
I wish Nikki Freeman loved me more than anyone in the fucking world.
Obsession (2026) dir. Curry Barker
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
ANTONY STARR as LUCAS HOOD BANSHEE: S1E1—Pilot
He had never experienced anything like this before. Remi's hands ached, his body yearned to get more from the guy sitting so pliant on his knees in front of him. The little whines of desperation and pleasure coming from Law's mouth as well, made him tighten the grip on the other's dark locks. And then he was seeing his best friend swallow his thick load, drop after drop. His jaw dropped in mesmerization, big blue eyes pinned on Law's adam's apple. Fingers brushed from the back of his head to his throat and he held him there, not tight or anything but enough to feel him not waste a single drop.
"Of course you wanted to do that, look at me." Remi mumbled between short breaths, smirk hanging on the side of his mouth. Still a little shit, even if he felt like shit. But it meant something that he liked it. Remi had liked it too, more than he was admitting to himself. Maybe that would come later once the alcohol was out of his system. But right now he was just floating lazily on his cloud of Law was always so good to him, so sweet. He knew that his best friend would do anything to make him feel better and Remi would do the same in return for him. Hell, he'd kill for Lauren. And he was sure that the other knew, because it wouldn't have been the first time Remi beat up someone on a drunk night out for being rude to Law. He was always a little protective and somewhat possessive. It was in his nature but most definitely counted for their friendship, too.
The way his tongue swiped across the tip of his head caused a soft whimper to fall from his mouth. "Sensitive." He argued, reaching up to tug Law's hair playfully. In the aftermath he could finally get a good glimpse of his best friend sitting on his knees and he realized he'd been staring at him with his mouth open for the last seconds. His mouth was dry so he wet his lips, making some sort of mental photo of Law like this before he nodded slowly. Eyes glanced down to this friend's lips, lingering there for a little while. He knew what to do with that mouth. A split moment, Remi wondered what it was like to kiss those lips. But Law's question shook him wide awake again. "Yeah I guess." He wasn't sure if he ruined something between them now. What he did know is that he wanted more of this. "Just don't go telling people I cum in like three minutes, that's fucking embarrassing. Swear it's not usually like that." In some way he felt like he had to defend himself, removing a hand from Law to pull up his boxers and jeans again.
Remi also wasn't aware of what the blowjob was doing to Law. He didn't think Law would feel a certain way about it because he was his friend and while he liked guys, he was also just doing him a favor. Right? Being a good friend. Because that's what they did. But he looked so, so good. How did he not notice that before? Was that weird? Was he going insane? Remi sucked his front teeth, softly tugging at Law's chin. "C'mere get off these dirty floors. You need a shower." He said with a lazy grin, hands finding Law's biceps to hold on to. "And you promised me drinks, buddy." Remi pouted.
the longer they lingered in that space the more law sobered to the reality of where they were and what they had just done; what he had just done. this was just a favor. this was only to make remi feel better. this didn't mean anything. the incessant drumming of the strip clubs music kept digging into his head, clawing it's way through his thoughts as it forced law out of the lovesick, playful stupor he had allowed himself to sink into to make him stand-- or, rather, kneel-- in the overwhelming mix of confusion and fear. was this too far? was this too much? did law just selfishly let his dedication to remi, and his promise to do anything for him just blur the lines of their friendship and make a mess of things? having the other's touch still against him, those blues eyes he had always wanted to drown in still looking down at him with warmth and kindness, helped keep those damning, darkening thoughts at bay but it was only a matter of time before law started to spiral. "you're secret's safe with me," he offered a soft smile, something he was used to keeping on his lips when he was around remi, but the usual light in his eyes seemed to flicker and dwindle as he started shifting around; lifting himself up and off of his knees. "a shower doesn't sound too bad, because of the floor though. not you." he laughed quietly under his breath. "once i'm clean again i promise, i will keep making you drinks to the point that you hate me."
standing again, his brows furrowing as he remained too close to remi, he let his hands find their way back to the other's hips; his fingers tracing against the fabric of his pants, smoothing over the texture of the fabric as he stared at him for a moment. he's uncomfortable with me now. that's why remi wants to leave and drink more, he wants to forget what he just let me do. those thoughts came barreling to the forefront of his mind, again, but he managed to swallow them back and hide them behind another half hearted smile as he finally took a space back to make room so his friend could get off the sinks counter. reaching for the bathroom door's lock, law hesitated for another second before shaking the worry away as he twisted the bolt; the sound of it sliding into it's chamber echoing in his head, and his chest, as he told himself over and over again that this didn't have to mean anything; he didn't just ruin his relationship with his best friend; that what they just did was normal-- but if it didn't mean anything, if it didn't change anything, why was he thinking about kissing him still? pushing him back against the sink, or the door, or waiting until they were back at his place and kissing him on the couch, or in his bedroom-- the where wasn't what mattered. why was he still thinking about it at all? why was he still hard? "come on rem," another swallow, pushing those thoughts down, law pulled the bathroom door open and for once was glad to have the obnoxious noise of the bars music and atmosphere slam against him-- breaking them from the silence threatening to settle around them. reaching over he gently grabbed onto remi's shoulder to pull him close, his arm moving to drape and rest around his neck and shoulder as the other settled into his side so he could led them out of the club, to his car, and get them back to his apartment before he really made a mess of things.
drew starkey as trevor in ‘hellraiser’ (2022)
SAS: Rogue Heroes (2025)
Most knew to stay away from the Hart compound. At least, most locals knew, if only with the warning of it being private property. That private property extended well into the forest around the collection of homes the pack lived in.
The scent Jameson had caught in the air wasn't one he recognized. An errant camper wasn't unheard of. But the moment the other caught even the slightest hint of Jameson's presence, he ran. So Jameson pursued.
It wasn't difficult for the wolf to dart through the long familiar trees. His scent in the air and the heavy footfalls as he ran making tracking him easy. The main intent was to see if the man meant any harm.
At the moment, there was only the acrid scent of fear. He watched the other tumble, come to a stop. It was only then Jameson finally decided to shift back. Limbs stretched and cracked as greying black fur receded, leaving his bare as he stalked closer to the young man.
He crouched in front of him slowly, grin tugging at his lips. Especially as his scent changed. The fear started to recede, replaced with something warmer, something much more enticing.
A low, throaty chuckle escaped Jameson as he looked the other over.
"Maybe not," he hummed. He leaned in closer, a hand reaching so he could trace a fingertip under the other's chin. "I'm also happy to do so. In only an enjoyable way."
after everything he knew of the world around him was shattered by the reality that all those things that go bump in the night were real, were more than just mere children's stories and fables made up to scare people into behaving, lauren had learned it was often safer to run, especially in the woods, at the first twist he felt in his gut that something was wrong. it would have been safer for him to just mind his business altogether but his curiosity wouldn't allow for that. he meant no harm though. he wasn't some kind of hunter, or perverse collector of anything that wasn't human-- he was just a foolish young man trying to piece together the pieces of his life; thinking if he understood everything else that was out there that maybe, just maybe, it would help him understand what happened to everett; and prove that he wasn't gone. he'd thought the man was chasing after him because he'd been compiling notes about the group that lived in the Hart compound. He figured out and connected enough dots to say, within a reasonable doubt, that they were all werewolves but knowing wasn't the same as understanding. which is another reason he'd run initially. he was convinced that the other was a monster intent on killing him for sticking his nose where it didn't belong rather than considering that the other might have been just as curious; that he might have simply been testing to see what law's intentions were, and if he meant the other's pack any harm. he especially never considered that he would be this handsome. letting his head tilt back as the other's fingertip traced along his jaw and under the point of his chin, he offered a weak smile as he continued to relax into the other's stoic, controlled presence.
"i guess it doesn't help that i just ran without trying to talk," he offered in the other's defense as to why he had been chased. "are-- are you serious?" law questioned, his heart starting to race a bit as he leaned forward at the other's offer; which he was half certain was just a joke to tease him further. "i've always wondered about how that would feel, being bitten; if it's different with a lycanthrope than a regular man..."
