#carnography

[rae-arachne]

equal and opposite reactions to watching saw for the first time

[ace-does-words]

ive said it before but i'll say it again, ya'll should think about what Sam and Gabriel did to all the dead Dean's in Mystery Spot. never at the same time if we're pulling canon compliance, but, Imagine It. just. sloppy seconds off a corpse. fucking bashed in skulls. fingering wounds deep. absolute and utter fucking carnography no matter whose getting first dibs on the battered and busted up corpse of dear old Dean. they should be weird about it mannnnn. okay im going to sleep now im sorry i'll stop talking about Mystery Spot forever now—

[queer-as-in]

https://www.tumblr.com/queer-as-in/802929070743633920/missionary-so-i-can-see-the-quiver-of-your-insides

Dean fingering Sam’s wound to distract him from Hallucifer

mmmm yes, nonnie!

when Sam finally breaks and tells Dean through sobs about all the times Lucifer raped him literally to death and how much he liked it and how it's the reason he barely even gets hard anymore, Dean brings a knife into their bed the next time they fuck

the very first time, he's careful and deliberate. the intentionality of it is almost romantic—Dean washing his hands and sanitizing the knife and kissing Sam's belly before he wipes the skin down with rubbing alcohol. he fucks Sam deep and slow and when Sam whines with frustration at his own body, Dean cuts him

"just you and me, Sammy. right here with me, little brother"

it's only a short wound, but deep and it wells with blood and soaks their sheets immediately. Dean puts his mouth over it and sucks, gagging when it floods his mouth, but keeping his tongue in the gash until he can work one of his fingers into it

Sam shakes, nails like claws in Dean's skin and incoherent with want. Dean works in little thrusts just like he would if he was prepping Sam's ass

when he spreads his fingers and something tears inside, Sam arches under him and comes. it's all Dean can do to hold on, but he keeps fucking him through aftershock on aftershock until Sam is weak and dazed

the next time a baddie punches him in the face, Dean gets hard from the taste of blood

(the second time and the third time and the times after that, Dean stops being so careful. he rips Sam open like an animal to fill him and keep him grounded in what's real)

[saveyourhelplessspite]

we're thinking about his scar again. i need to rupture it and finger it.

[ace-does-words]

Hi, hello! 🎄

cheers youre new here! anyway,

Dean wrist deep inside of Sam's torso. stroking his ribs real gentle, erotic style. murmuring about how pretty he looks when hes all twitchy, inside and out. fingers slick with viscera as they trace up Sam's uncut skin and up his neck and to his lips, teasing the cracks with crimson.

i mean, he's not going to prep Sam with just blood, c'mon, he's not that awful. if he wants to find out if he can see Sam's intestines shift around when they fuck, the least he could do is lube him up with spit too. he's got some courtesy left in him.

and Sam, whimpering because he does not want his last words to be "do it with blood only coward" or something along those lines, licking tenderly at Dean's fingers. only as deep as Dean presses them into his mouth. his own blood on his tongue horribly foreign in taste, and horribly similar to the way that a demons feels as it races over his taste buds.

[ace-does-words]

are you still 🎄🎄🎄🎄ing??? and may I request carnography with Sam or Dean or both together??

walk with me— pre-S3 sam, so pretty, with guts not his own strewn about him. heaving his breath, on his hands and knees, coated in gore. is he crying? y'cant tell amidst all the blood on his face.

and dean, keep walkin' keep walkin', using the scuffed end of his sleeve to wipe it off of sam's face, only furthering the smudge of viscera. a hundred little utterances of how he sure did total that werewolf or whatever it even was because there sure as hell isnt any tellin' now. a pile of bones and shred below sam's knees.

and of course, they do kiss. dean makes a janky comment about how itd be nicer if it was their blood, sam, still shaky that he did that, says he could make it theirs. he doesnt follow through but it lingers in the air as does the taste of a dead man on sam's tongue.

[queer-as-in]

missionary so I can see the quiver of your insides while I finger your belly wound

[queer-as-in]

❄️

ah for you I have a delicacy

Dean kneeling in front of a trembling Sam who's turned on because of Dean's proximity and terrified because he knows what it means. and Dean opens Sam's jeans with just his mouth, setting his teeth into the softness of Sam's lower belly and sinking them in

Dean uses those pretty-pretty animal-sharp teeth to eat at Sam's belly like a ripe peach, sucking the hot metallic blood out of the wounds when it stops gushing on its own. he never stops touching Sam's soft dick where it's slick with blood—eating him out and jerking him off at the same time

Sam's lightheaded and whimpering, but stays standing and swaying while Dean works to get at the meat of him ♡