#megdean

[hunting-people-saving-things]

Meg!Sam should have ridden Dean like a horse actually. And dean would have tried to pretend to hate it but clearly loved it cause he finally gets to know what it feels like inside his little brother

[transfemcastiel]

okay i see people reblogging my polycule chart but ive actually revised it since so im reposting the newest version separately

[ex0rin]

i've been talked into posting this:

@febuwhump DAY 1: vocal chords SPN S05E01, 730 words Dean/ Meg, (T)

kissing, possession, episode insert/ rewrite

“So every demon, every single one, is just dying for a piece of you.”

“Get in line.” He says, all half-smiles and taunting - his self-defense mechanism at its finest and most faked. 

The demon who’s riding Bobby’s body grips at his shoulder harder, shoves him back and down into one of the remaining unbroken chairs in the motel room that they’re definitely not getting their deposit back on.

Meg’s newest look matches his grin, stepping closer.  

“Oh, I’m in the front of the line, baby.” She starts, settling herself down on his lap just like she’d done to Sam all those years ago. 

A whole entire lifetime ago.

He can feel the heat from her meatsuit pressed all along his front and he forces himself to not turn his head away when she leans in close enough to let her breath brush over his cheek – 

The demon-killing blade in Meg’s hand catches under his chin for just a quick second before she’s dragging it down along his throat and digging the tip in against his clavicle.

He knows that’s where his anti-possession tattoo lives, forever inked into his skin and he’s willing to bet she already knows it too with the way the ever-sharp blade presses in and slides through the cotton of his shirt like warm butter – 

He feels the blade sever of the circle, cutting into him and he winces at the sharp way his skin splits under barely any pressure - that beading of blood beneath the metal turning thick enough to drip down and add another stain to his ruined shirt. 

“Let’s ride.” Meg says, barely a whisper - her mouth fits over his, too warm and too alive for how dead and cold she rightfully should be. 

Her tongue pushes between his lips and he’s always known that there’s something wrong with his wiring which is why he feels no surprise at all when all of his instincts tell him to kiss her back. 

He opens to her automatically, feels her lean into him as it starts - that building weight of black smoke passing directly between them – 

Her form goes down down down, forcing his mouth and throat open wide around the thickening pressure.

It stings worse than the new cut on his chest, burning hot and ice cold at the same time and it should numb his throat but he feels each and every building second of it – 

The sulphur taste of her creeps in along his gums and pushes in deeper to hook behind his tonsils, the constant flood of her inching into his mouth keeps his tongue glued down beneath it. 

He can’t make a sound around the thickness. 

The demon behind him holds him down with Bobby’s hands curled over his shoulders and he tries not to think about the other man alive inside and watching this happen – 

She keeps on pushing into him, his jaw already aching from the stretch of having his lips forced open by the seemingly never ending stream of smoke - it widens his throat, more painful then he’d expected and burns along his stretching vocal chords. 

He doesn’t even know what her end game is – 

Take over his meatsuit and what, convince Sam to walk right into the devil’s waiting arms?

Bullshit. 

Meg’s meatsuit slumps down against him as the trail of smoke slows and he doesn’t think he should still be conscious, not with her filling up all the empty spaces inside him – 

“Oh Deano, nice and warm and willing for me aren’t you?” she says in his own voice - it comes out hoarse, rough and cracked and he’s willing to bet his throat is raw, ripped up from the force of her shoving herself down into him. 

Those hands on his shoulder clench and release and he tries to hope Bobby’s still trying to fight himself free – 

“Baby, if we had more time for this I’d have a whole lotta fun riding you,” Meg starts and he watches, distantly as he shoves the dead weight from his lap - her hands run over his body, her body for now, and it’s gross and disconcerting and – 

Kinda hot actually. 

He feels the way she laughs as she walks his body to the door, the demon puppeteering Bobby following along behind – 

“But times a tickin’ and our father just turned the porch-light on. Time to get a move on hot stuff.” 

[clen-theartist]

Bean and Mean are so fucking funny ship names

[frostythekillerdoll]

Meanstiel time!!! Still working on that ao3 series of 'em. Close-ups under the cut

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[frostythekillerdoll]

I can’t stop imagining Meanstiel on a drunken horror movie binge and Meg’s all wrapped on top of Dean like between his legs but her back to his stomach while he has a bottle in hand and they’re bitching about the stupid special effects and are like “really? They think that’s what happens when humans get stabbed there? I could write realisitc-er than these bitches” and Cas has been fast-asleep since like midnight and he fell asleep in his clothes and is like halfway off the bed and the only reason he hasn’t fallen off yet is because Meg hooked their legs and she’s Strong™ and Meg’s head is right under Dean’s chin and whenever some beer spills from Dean’s mouth it just trickles down Meg’s face and they can’t stop laughing and they laugh so loud that Cas wakes up and falls off the bed actually and they laugh so hard that they can’t breathe and their rolling on the floor and yeah meanstiel for the win

[frostythekillerdoll]

I hate how Meanstiel fic writers almost always put more emphasis on Destiel than their relationships with Meg. Meg and Dean's dynamic in fics are 100% unhealthy and toxic, why are they together if they can't stop fucking fighting? Dean would not want that, Meg would not want that. I love when they fondly bicker and sweetly banter or gleefully consent to being insulted by the other, but straight-up, constant actual arguments? That's a sign of a toxic relationship! They wouldn't stick together if that happened, even if it was for Cas! Clearly neither of them are comfortable with the arrangement if they're fighting nonstop! It's so fucking tiring. And another thing; most fics just sideline Meg! They ignore her, she's like a background character in her own fucking ship! It's gross, that's not how polyamory works. I should fucking know, I have two joyfriends! And it's awesome! And even if Dean and Meg wouldn't be involved together and it'd be a V, I love my metamour, she's fucking awesome and I wish her all the best, so that would not mean Cas doesn't love them equally. The fuck is "equal" love, anyways? Can you measure love, can you put a fucking number on it? Hell no! You love people /differently/ because you have different relationships with people because they're not the same fucking person! Fuck, sorry, it's just gross and not at all what polyamory is about. I just want some good, healthy, fair ot3 bizz, but of course, I have to do everything myself around here

[spnkinkbb]

Prompt Number: 2 Title: In Hell Author: SkittytheGreat Pairing(s): Meg/Dean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8887 Warnings/Kinks: Bloodplay, Bondage, discussion of Torture, Hell setting Summary: For thirty years, Dean said no to taking up the knife. When he finally said yes, it was the act of a broken man. Meg, watching him struggle, is torn between amusement and understanding. In each other, they find the only kind of violence they can truly control. The only kind of pain they actually want. Link: AO3 Artist: MSDoomandGloom Link: Cover Art, Gif, Bondage 1, Bondage 2