#how to marry a werewolf

[deus-ex-mona]

favourite stupid relationship dynamic: idiots who would immediately protect and defend the other but never themself

[k-martins]

Ohhh, I thought of an itafushi yuri au (but I guess yaoi would work too) for Halloween with Witch! Megumi and Werewolf! Yuuji basically taking the Farcillene plot from Dungeon Meshi.

Like, come on, there's a lot of tragic romance in you resurrecting your lover because you can't imagine the world without them and then it comes back to bite you in the ass.

And, wow, the more I think about it, the more excited I am getting (and because drawing Witch! Megumi is incredibly fun)

[darlin-collins]

Now I'm mad that ollie and baby aren't married yet >:[

[toastedcinnamonflakes]

Scrolled through the "Bored Gay Werewolf" tag, and now I'm wondering if I'm just a nitpicky killjoy or if people have just low standards bc good queer rep is still not that much there.

Like, sure, the depression aspect is well done, and the queer aspect is well done, but apart from that, there's just some, for me, glaringly obvious flaws in the construction of the novel that I can't say it's that good. Like....it's not bad. Yes. But there are some heavy flaws. Also - it's not sci-fi. There are no aliens, there is no technical advancement, why the hell would it be sci-fi??? It is a satire (tries to be, anyway), and it is, if anything, urban fantasy, but both these aspects are so sloppily implemented that it meanders between the two. The novel itself seems uncertain about what it is.

Also, again. I don't think you're a good person if you sleep with people that you know are married. So like. What's the moral compass here.

[mygrowingcollection]

Elaine DuPont

[werecreature-addicted]

….mating press w a werewolf while he mumbles “get pregnant” over and over🥲🥲🥲🥲

anon you can't say these things to meeeeeeeeee



fucking- alright. Imagine being a cute little human with no fucking clue about the volatile breeding kink your werewolf boyfriend has. anything domestic you do has him hard as a rock. you're just trying to do dishes and all he can think about is making you his cute little house spouse, full of his puppies.

He's obsessed with wolf-courting rituals. his home is always cozy but maybe just a bit too big for two people, hint hint. he spoils you with expensive gifts and tons and tons of food. As much as he loves seeing you do domestic things he also loves showing off how good he can be around the house. He would be such a good husband! He would be such a good father! So hurry up and ditch the birth control already-

God help you if you mention anything about wanting to get married or have kids he will take that as an open invitation to knock you up. he can smell when you're ovulating and he basically doesn't let you leave the bed, he's so busy pounding you full of his cum. he calls you his "bitch in heat" while he does it too.

Really though I like to imagine his breeding kink really only comes out in the middle of sex. you think you're just having a romantic night but then he's got your ankles over his shoulders and he's moaning about how he's going to knock you up.

" 'm gonna cum in this sweet pussy and make you a mommy. you'll take it, right? Be a good bitch and take it all for me-"

and of course, as he fucks himself deeper into you he can't help but moan "get pregnant" over and over again. you can't really tell if he's talking to himself or commanding you to get pregnant already, and with the way he's bullying his thick cock into you, you don't have the mental energy to do anything but moan- let alone ask for clarification.

He knots you. Of course. As if it's even a question. He loves watching your stomach bloat with his cum and there's just so much of it, some of it can't help but slip out around the base of his knot. all the more reason to fuck it back into you.

If for whatever reason he couldn't knot you, he'd make you wear a plug, to keep his seed inside of you when you go to work or are out of the house. he likes that it makes you smell like him. he likes knowing that you're full of him even when you two are apart.

[oreo-creampie]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo 😔🙏 gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.

Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning “Where ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?” Pulling you into place by your hips.

You want Satoru’s fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. “I do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.

His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, “Call me daddy again mama.” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.

“Daddy please lemme feel you!” Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.

Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. “But you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?” Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.

Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.

Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.

Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.

"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot n’ cum in ya?"

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.

The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, “I've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.

Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.

Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.

The thick blankets muffle your moans, “Such a messy lil cunt she’s a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot won’t swell up anymore.” You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.

Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."

Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.

Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.

"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.

Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.

Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.

The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.

Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.

Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.

Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.

Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.

Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seein’ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.

Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.

oreo creampie m.list

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Werewolf bf that has a one night stand with you then thinks you’re mated. You want him to leave? Haha, that’s funny, you’re basically married now!

He came inside, you’re gonna have his pups! He’s gotta protect you! Covering you in his scent and clinging to you isn’t enough… he wants to be pressed against you at all times of the day.

He’s in rut… and he loves you so much. Can’t you be nice to him and let him give you just one creampie? Or maybe two… three? You lose count after the fourth.

By the end of the night he’s got his knot buried in your cunt, cooing about how he’s excited to see your belly swell with his pups.

He’s extremely territorial over you during your pregnancy, marking you with mating bites and rubbing his scent on you daily.

His ears flatten against his head and he gets pouty when you take a bath… now he has to scent you again!

Your werewolf lover is always by your side, growling at anyone that gets too close and smothering you with his affection. His overprotective tendencies are a bit annoying… but cute.

You’re stuck with him, after all, werewolves do mate for life…

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[yandereloveraw]

Cute thought I had: Atisuto teaching Xavier how to paint. 🥺

[xiaq]

I want an AU where Steve is a werewolf and Eddie is a vampire except neither of them know about the other.

Eddie is the frontman of an up and coming band, but he's left his coven and surrounded himself with humans. They perform after sunset anyway so it's easy enough for him to hide his nature.

Steve has similarly left his toxic family pack and built his own pseudo-pack through the kids. He works as a park ranger. Or an ornithologist. Or something else nature-y/nerdy. But no one knows about his furry little secret.

Maybe Steve ends up attending a concert with one of the kids who has VIP passes and Eddie zeros in on Steve immediately at the meet and greet because he's pretty and preppy and delightfully out of place and also he smells good. And Steve is having similar thoughts, but he tries to play it off because there's no way an honest to god rock star would be interested in him and his polo and his boat shoes (also his hearing is temporarily fucked from the concert, so he doesn't register Eddie's lack of heartbeat).

After some light flirting, Eddie invites Steve back to his hotel and Steve is like, you know what? Yes. I am going to have a one night stand with the gorgeous front man of a metal band and I'll probably fall a little in love with him by the end of the night and it will break my heart when he kicks me out in the morning, but it will be an experience. Let me go drop off my kids and I'll be right back.

Except what he doesn't know is Eddie is planning to have a little snack while they're in the throes of passion––not enough to hurt Steve or anything, just enough that he'll have a pleasurable blackout and wake up tired but sated.

The only problem is that neck-biting (that breaks the skin) for wolves is the equivalent of marriage.

So when Eddie bites Steve, instead of a venom-drunk human, peacefully slipping into sleep in his arms, he gets a very horny, very confused, werewolf who is now insisting that they're married.

I can't decide if it would be funnier if Wolves/Vampires didn't know about each other, Ie:

"You're a Werewolf?" Eddie says, "What do you mean you're a werewolf? Werewolves exist? No. Shut up. Prove it."

And:

"Holy shit. A vampire. Vampires are real," Steve reaches for Eddie's face and Eddie is so baffled by the everything of this situation that he lets Steve pinch Eddie's top lip and peel it up off his fangs for a mortifyingly long moment. Eddie draws the line when he starts poking at Eddie's incisors, though.

"Why do I feel funny?" Steve mutters. "Will your venom kill me?"

"How should I know," Eddie hisses, only a little hysterical, "I didn't know wolves existed until two minutes ago, I've never bitten a wolf before."

"And you won't be biting any others, mister. Infidelity is not ok."

The other option is that wolves and vamps DO know about each other but stay so isolated in their covens and packs (and loners are super unusual) that they never interact. So Steve and Eddie are both like, dang, I'd been raised to think all of your kind were smelly/ugly/gross, but you uh, don't fit into that box at all. Weird.

Regardless, Steve (still naked, probably) crosses his arms all huffy, like, "well, we're married now, you're not going to bite me and then cast me aside like some harlot," and Eddie is like "...I'm weirdly ok with this, actually. No arguments here." And eventually they live happily ever after.

[padfootastic]

buckle up folks im gonna yap a lot here

tl;dr - Remus is constantly operating from a place of very low self worth and very intense self hatred. His sense of self is tied directly to him being a werewolf, the part of him he considers a monster (and therefore, by extension, himself) and unlovable. This informs all his relationships. It would also explain the distance he kept from harry because remus is always chosen by people, he never does the choosing himself. The marauders worked to support him, tonks worked to pursue him, but at the first sign of conflict (or, cognitive dissonance), remus backed off. ran away. Harry, in contrast, never felt a connection and therefore never pushed for it, and remus isn’t the type to take the first step (or really, take any step) so that dynamic never took off the way it does with, say, sirius. (and this is also such a direct contrast b/w remus and sirius, because sirius is a man of action. he keeps moving forward, no matter what happens to him, and he keeps making an effort with harry. keeps choosing him, always, no matter what. it is this effort that harry, an abused, neglected child, recognises and responds to)

ok moving on to the specific interactions i’m looking at:

this comes from the bit in grimmauld place when remus tracks the trio down to ask (read: convince them) if he could join them in their horcrux hunt.

it is some of the most fascinating writing that i think we get (esp wrt remus), because it tells us so much about his belief system, his view of himself, his relationship w his lycanthropy, and his tendency to manipulate others and victimise himself

i. remus and the weaponisation of james

"Just--just to be clear." he said. "You want to leave Tonks at her parents' house and come away with us?"

"She'll be perfectly safe there, they'll look after her." said Lupin. He spoke with a finality bordering on indifference. "Harry, I'm sure James would have wanted me to stick with you."

"Well," said Harry slowly, "I'm not. I'm pretty sure my father would have wanted to know why you aren't sticking with your own kid, actually." Lupin's face drained of color. The temperature in the kitchen might have dropped ten degrees.

this is literally one of my favorite lines by harry. the way he’s pushing back, the way he absolutely refuses to let his dad be used to excuse Remus’ actions, the way he—despite becoming somewhat disillusioned w james by this point—knows beyond a shadow of doubt that james would put his family above all else. he will face a monster down with his ‘head held high and shoulders straight, proud backed’ while being wandless but he wouldn’t abandon his family. and for remus to imply otherwise is downright offensive to harry here. (and this is in direct contrast to the time remus pulled a similar dirty trick in PoA when harry was out after hours; then, harry didn’t, wasn’t able to, push back. here, he can and he does)

remus paling, i interpret in two ways. first, the simple fact of harry disagreeing with him. it’s enough to discombobulate him. but then following it up w the double hitter of ‘dad would NEVER’ and ‘you’re leaving ur kid’, two truths that remus knows on some level but does not want to engage with. harry is forcing him to do so, and he doesn’t like it.

ii. harry, an abandoned child & remus’ blinding self hatred

"I see," said Harry, "so you're just going to dump her and the kid and run off with us?"

Lupin sprang to his feet: His chair toppled backward, and he glared at them so fiercely that Harry saw, for the first time ever, the shadow of the wolf upon his human face.

"Don't you understand what I've done to my wife and my unborn child? I should never have married her, I've made her an outcast!"

harry immediately, without even thinking about, without fully processing it, accuses remus of abandonment. because to him, that’s what it is. he firmly believes that the only reason his parents didn’t raise him is because they physically couldn’t. his parents had to leave him, their murder the only thing keeping them away from him. but that’s not the case w remus; he did the deed, now he must accept & own up to the consequences which he is refusing here. he has a choice, and in harry’s eyes, he’s making the wrong one.

it is also interesting because it shows us how remus reacts to such pushback, to criticism of him. we don’t often see it in the books, not the way we have for sirius (or even james and peter to an extent) bc he’s never rly been in the picture for anyone to disagree w him. but i find it so so fascinating that when harry does it, it triggers him to the point of shattering his facade of calm ‘the shadow of the wolf’. remus doesn’t like it. more importantly, it’s not simple disagreement, it’s being called out. harry is essentially taking him to task for his problematic behaviour, which doesn’t seem to happen often, and because i view remus as having tied his sense of self to his performance as a ‘normal non-creature wizard’ which is synonymous with this veneer of civility, it hits way harder. so harry poking the latter is as good as poking his very self image.

another thing that stands out to me here ‘i should never have married her; i’ve made her an outcast’. remus simultaneously denying tonks’ agency while also not taking responsibility for his own actions. a recurring theme. remus cannot accept that tonks chose him, just as he never fully accepted that the marauders did so as well. for him, the lycanthropy is such a dealbreaker that he cannot imagine anyone ever being able to look past it/or love him for and despite it, because he has never been able to give himself the same grace, so how can anyone else? i don’t want to make it transactional but james and sirius did so much for remus, but how did he act in return? with suspicion, betrayal, and distancing himself from harry. he wants to be loved, but he cannot believe it is real, and so he consistently undermines those who stick by him.

beyond that, though, what is done is done. however it may have happened, they are married and have a child on the way. this guilt spiral will not benefit the kid or tonks; it’s a desperate attempt to maintain his illusion of separation. to pretend as if he can go back to his unattached life where the only person who’s hurt by his lycanthropy is himself, and he cannot be held responsible for anyone else.

remus cannot look past this hatred of his own self. later, he mentions that either the kid will be a werewolf like him (and how can remus forgive himself if it happens) or that it won’t be, and it’ll be better to never have known his father in that case. never once does he consider that in the case of the former, having a parent whose gone through the same experience would actually help the kid; that he can guide him, love him, support him as he wishes he was (again, repeating this, but bc he thinks werewolves can’t be loved). if it’s the latter, then the kid would still have to deal w an absent father (and who, he’d probably know is a werewolf regardless, since how much can u hide anyway?)

and this, ultimately, leads to him not understanding where harry’s anger is coming from. he’s so caught up in his own spiral of panic, fear, hatred, that he can’t see that harry is coming from a place of someone who has actually been abandoned (though not on purpose); who did grow up without knowing his parents, and suffering so much for it. harry, whose only consolation at times were that his parents loved him, died for him. that when he’s trying to tell remus not to leave his kid, it’s coming from his lived experience of facing so much loss. remus cannot, will not, see any of that.

iii. lycanthropy & dehumanisation

And if, by some miracle, it is not like me, then it will be better off, a hundred times so, without a father of whom it must always be ashamed!"

"Remus!" whispered Hermione, tears in her eyes. "Don't say that -how could any child be ashamed of you?"

"Oh, I don't know, Hermione," said Harry. "I'd be pretty ashamed of him."

Notice how he says ‘it is not like me’ ‘it will be better of’ ‘ it must always be ashamed’. IT. his own child, and he steadfastly refuses to acknowledge them as such.

this unborn child, who could have his lycanthropy, is as dehumanised as he believes himself to be. the child can only either be another monster or something to be pitied for having one as a father, nothing in between. remus, despite being the poster boy for ~privileged minority~ who had all the advantages that other werewolves did not, still believes he is deficient, so we can safely assume that he connects it to the very existence of his wolf. so how could this hypothetical kid ever be any different? it won’t matter how much it’s loved, or cared for (which is what the marauders and then tonks did for him, but it still wasn’t enough) because the rot within cannot be cured. or so remus thinks. it’s pitiful and tragic and so, so maddening, because he’s damned this kid before he’s even born. (and not in the lycanthropic way he thinks)

special mention to the following line as well:

and then Lupin said, with an air of forcing himself to admit something unpleasant. "Tonks is going to have a baby."

Tonks. Not Remus but Tonks is going to have a baby. He has already mentally distanced himself from the whole thing, as if his wife had a moment of immaculate conception and he wasn’t a part of it at all. it’s easier for him, this way, because he doesn’t have to think about potentially helping create a baby werewolf.

iv. a werewolf’s quest for legitimacy

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?"

"How -how dare you?" said Lupin. "This is not about a desire for for danger of personal glory -how dare you suggest such a-

"I think you're feeling a bit of a daredevil." Harry said, "You fancy stepping into Sirius's shoe-

i think both remus and harry are a bit off the mark here. it’s not about being a thrill seeker (and isn’t it so intriguing that harry brought up sirius here, but not in a way that insults his godfather, but only remus in being compared to him? so he’s essentially saying remus isn’t even doing a good job of trying to step into sirius’ shoes) and it’s also not about wanting to be with the trio to offer protection and expertise, as remus is arguing.

in my opinion, doing it this way gives remus’ actions legitimacy. if he’s going w the trio to offer protection and advice, and it’s to end voldy, then he’s not actually being a selfish fuck who’s abandoning his wife and kid. he’s only doing his part in ending the war and this becomes an unfortunate, but necessary, consequence of the same. he can nicely distance himself from the whole thing by wrapping in a layer of righteousness and duty.

and we’ve seen this behaviour before also. remus consistently clings to legitimacy, possibly bc his existence as a werewolf is constantly invalidated. he will convince himself he’s in the right for doing something extremely out of pocket. it’s the only way he can keep his sense of self from shattering, because the alternative is having to confront his worst traits and behaviours and that’s not fun.

v. cowardice and self preservation

"I'd never have believed this," Harry said. "The man who taught me to fight dementors-a coward."

Lupin drew his wand so fast that Harry had barely reached for his own; there was a loud bang and he felt himself flying backward as if punched; as he slammed into the kitchen wall and slid to the floor, he glimpsed the tail of Lupin's cloak disappearing around the door.

!!!! this scene!!! is literally a slap in the face and a reality check for everyone who claims remus is the most even tempered, logical, and pacifist of the marauders. he did not last a few minutes before he was provoked to physical violence (enough that it left an egg on the back of harry’s head). he attacked harry, violently and without warning, and then ran away. didn’t come back to check on him. didn’t ask him how he was. nothing.

his action came from a last ditch attempt at protecting himself, able to think of nothing but escaping what he perceives as a violent confrontation (which is, harry shoving cold hard reality in his face) so he responds in kind. this is not remus disagreeing, or even fighting harry. it’s simply a buildup, and expelling, of his intense need to get out of this situation, by any means necessary. even at the cost of others. all harm is negligible as long as it’s not him. (in fact, the only harm that is really acceptable to remus is the self flagellating kind- peak id based defence mechanism)

(special mention to ron and hermione’s reactions after this confrontation, along with harry’s delayed onset low level guilt. narratively, it made complete sense for harry to lash out the way he did, to call remus out this way. objectively, he wasn’t wrong. and yet, r&h tell him he shouldn’t have done that, and implicitly side with remus. harry himself feels a bit bad about it later- though this is the most understandable reaction of the three. once again, remus is excused by the writing, despite acting in such a way. no wonder people didn’t think he did anything wrong lol)

and remus being a coward. extremely, extremely clear throughout the series. he keeps people at arms length, best exemplified by his non-relationship with harry. it’s how he tries to protect himself.

- x - x - x -

this scene is from shell cottage, after malfoy manor and before gringotts. lupin is crowing w joy about becoming a father to a baby boy.

now, to be fair, i do think like- pre-baby jitters is a fairly common thing, and one that can get resolved after the actual birth bc now this tiny human goes from being a concept to something real, that ur holding in ur arms, right? that realisation that you’ve just created life, something so vulnerable and that depends on you for their entire survival—it’s terrifying, yes, but also concrete. it’s not the abstract kind of fear he had earlier. hence, the change in emotions. i think there’s also an element of ‘i cannot believe a monster like me created something so human. so beautiful’ that adds to his giddiness, and if given time, teddy could very well have been the impetus for remus to untangle his own skewed self worth, for him to begin thinking of himself as a person deserving of love and life as well. but alas, that could not happen bc we needed teddy to parallel harry 😓🫠

that being said, i am more interested in remus’ interactions with harry, yet again.

vi. remus’ conflict avoidance

"Yes- yes- a boy," said Lupin again, who seemed dazed by his own happiness. He strode around the table and hugged Harry; the scene in the basement of Grimmauld Place might never have happened.

"You'll be godfather?" he said as he released Harry. "M-me?" stammered Harry.

"You, yes, of course -Dora quite agrees, no one better”

specifically this part: ‘the scene in GP might never have happened’ - once again, remus has brushed past his actions, his mistakes, the harm he’s committed. once again, due to a situation of emotional upheaval and extreme joy. (i compare this to the moment in the shack, when the truth comes out and it becomes clear that remus has believed the worst of his best friend. it is, due to the charged atmosphere of the moment, never acknowledged—and is, in fact, cheapened & likened with ‘sirius supposedly thought remus was the spy as well’ attributing, imo, false equivalence)

he doesn’t acknowledge what he’s done, just as he never did it with sirius, or with harry for never getting in touch with him pre hogwarts or post PoA. again, you could argue it makes sense in that it’s not relevant to the plot, or that he shouldn’t have had to justify himself, but when u add it together, i think it paints a very conflict avoidant picture of remus. uncomfortable conversations are not his thing. i think that’s why people think he’s the peacemaker or the non-aggressive party. it’s not that he’s advocating for a resolution, it’s that he absolutely refuses to step in. even when he takes a stand, it’s in a diplomatic way, and this isn’t to defuse the tension, but again, to protect himself. he’s not in the business of calling attention to himself (because it’s dangerous if anyone looked too close) and that looks, on the surface, like he’s calm and collected when really, he’s just scared.

vii. harry & remus

not a text, this time, but just me musing on harry never once referring to remus by his name. in his head, the man is always called ‘lupin ’. in fact, i did a word search across dh and the only times remus shows up is when it’s in a dialogue and someone is calling/talking/referring to him. harry always thinking of him as lupin, as one would with a distant acquaintance. there doesn’t seem to be any kind of familiarity, or even any desire for it either. the only time i could find him referring to remus by his first name is when he sees his body in the great hall (‘Remus and Tonks, pale and still and pale-looking’). immediately after that, during the storm scene, he’s back to remus.

it’s like his death was so jarring that it knocked their distance loose for a minute, but then it snapped right back. it’s so deep seated.

i find it particularly interesting because remus should have been a strong contender for harry’s affections. he has a direct connection to the parents harry craves, he is a ‘cool’ adult, he’s usually pretty careful about not infantilising harry (atleast compared to others), and he acted as a guide w the dementors (giving him space to talk ab how he’s affected by the dementors, reaching harry the patronus and indirectly, giving him a piece of his dad to protect him). so yeah, remus should’ve been much higher up the adult priority list but alas. remus is particularly good at what he does.

(another special mention to the final battle when harry uses the stone-

"I didn't want you to die," Harry said. These words came without his volition. "Any of you. I'm sorry-"He addressed Lupin more than any of them, beseeching him. "right after you'd had your son ... Remus, I'm sorry-"

"I am sorry too," said Lupin. "Sorry I will never know him ... but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand.”

i want to say, i fully understand where this dialogue comes from and i’m not actually attributing malicious intent to it. but, but. that being said, i find it downright hilarious that out of the four marauders and lily that have come to harry, remus is the only one who’s words are all about him lmao. like, harry is apologising, basically taking all the blame, and even in death, remus cannot be like ‘it wasn’t you, haz’. everyone else is talking about how brave he is, or how they’re proud of him, or how he shouldn’t be afraid of dying, but remus is like- nah. i’m not hearing you. and idc bc teddy will forgive me 🥰’. just, hysterical.)

gonna end this here but know that i can keep going haha

i wish we talked more about remus in DH bc it’s such a fascinating, crucial piece of characterisation that is glossed over 99% of the time

i have read literal thousands of fics and never once have i seen it even obliquely referenced

[elodieunderglass]

Laura’s thoughts ranged over a wide field, even now. Sometimes she said rather amusing things, and displayed unexpected stores (General Stores) of knowledge. But her remarks were as a rule so disconnected from the conversation that no one paid much attention to them. Mr. Arbuthnot certainly was not prepared for her response to his statement that February was a dangerous month. ‘It is,’ answered Laura with almost violent agreement. ‘If you are a were-wolf, and very likely you may be, for lots of people are without knowing, February, of all months, is the month when you are most likely to go out on a dark windy night and worry sheep.’

Henry and Caroline glanced at each other in horror. Mr. Arbuthnot said: ‘How very interesting! But I really don’t think I am likely to do such a thing.’ Laura made no answer. She did not think so either. But she was amusing herself with a surprisingly vivid and terrible picture of Mr. Arbuthnot cloaked in a shaggy hide and going with heavy devouring swiftness upon all-fours with a lamb dangling from his mouth.

This settled it. Henry and Caroline made no more attempts to marry off Laura. Trying to do so had been a nuisance and an expense, and Laura had never shown the smallest appreciation of their trouble.

- “Lolly Willowes,” (1926) by Sylvia Townsend Warner. Early feminist/fantasy fiction.

This passage is set prior to 1905, and it is extremely fun to read about the interior life of someone 100 years ago, who “violently” introduces the werewolf element to survive a boring conversation.

RIP Laura, I’ve only read 30% of the book and I know in my heart that touching grass was not enough for you and your restless, yearning heart. You would have done numbers on the internet

[starryhyuck]

pairing: alpha!soulmate!jeno x afab!omega!reader

words: 2.9k+

summary: your first meeting with the notorious lee jeno sends you spiraling into heat.

genre: smut

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, knotting, breeding kink, cunnilingus, degradation, mating, some public sex

“You’re coming with me to the Governor’s Ball tonight.”

Your eyebrow raises at Hyewon, who is eagerly sitting across from you, practically jumping out of her seat. The Beta in her is naturally timid, so she must be extremely excited to be acting this way.

“And why would I do that?” You ask, displaying no interest in the event. “It’s just going to be a room filled with rowdy Alphas.”

“That’s why we’re going, duh,” Hyewon says as if you’ve lost a few brain cells. “It won’t just be an event with any regular Alpha — these Alphas will be the most handsome and richest of all!”

Hyewon comes from an affluent family that has an expectation of her to marry wealthy. You know she has been trying for years to pair with any man who has millions in his bank account, yet none of them can match her standards.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about finding an Alpha to mate with. You’ve always envisioned yourself with a calmer Beta, someone who had realistic goals and expectations and wasn’t driven by the feral nature of their genetics. Alphas are known for being possessive and dominant, and it just doesn’t seem like an ideal relationship for you.

“Hyewon, I really don’t think that’s my scene.”

“Come on,” she pouts at you. “Do you know how lucky you are to be an Omega? I would kill to present like you and have every Alpha bend to my whim.”

The statement is slightly exaggerated but not entirely untrue. As an Omega, you do recognize that you have more of a leverage with Alphas as your scent is naturally more alluring to them than a Beta’s. However, you have always opposed the idea that Omegas are solely born to satisfy Alphas. They see you as nothing but a hole to fill and a neck to be marked.

Hyewon clutches to your wrist and pleads loudly, drawing looks from other students lingering in the cafe.

“Please, please, please-“

“Okay!” You huff, withdrawing your hand and looking down bashfully. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

She throws her arms up and cheers happily.

—

Hyewon wraps you in a stuffy, form fitting dress which is covered head to toe in expensive crystals. She insists you have to shine at the event in order to stand out from all the other Omegas in attendance tonight. Despite your indifference, you let her play dress up as she wants.

She tugs you into the lavish Governor’s Ball, where most of the political leaders of your town are gathered. Hyewon’s eyes lock into the Lee family, the most influential household in werewolf existence.

You don’t know much about the Lee family despite their powerful presence, but Hyewon is quick to fill in the gaps. “That’s Lee Taeyong,” she whispers to you as she points to the stoic man standing across the room. “He’s the oldest, and he’s actually nicer than he looks. The one next to him is the middle child, Lee Mark.” The man she points to has a similar bored expression painting his face, slowly swirling his champagne glass to find a source of amusement. You can tell from the lilt in Hyewon’s voice that he is the Alpha she has her sights set on for the night. “And that guy is the youngest, Lee Jeno. Don’t even try with him, he’s a waste of time.”

Your eyebrows furrow at the Alpha, who appears angrier than any other male in this ballroom. You can practically feel his disdain coursing through your veins.

“Why is he so… grumpy?”

She laughs at your question. “I told you, he’s a waste of time. He’s always pissed off at these events for no reason and hates it when any Beta or Omega tries to make conversation with him. He’s the worst Lee brother to mate with.”

Hyewon soon leaves you to your own devices, heading off to try and win Mark over. You awkwardly make conversation with a few other Omegas around you, but they seem more interested in gathering the attention of the Lee brothers than actually engaging with you.

Midway through the event, you head to the bathroom down the corridor to freshen up. You gasp when you turn the corner and suddenly ram straight into someone’s chest. Your champagne glass falls to the floor and shatters across the marble, but that is the last thing you’re concerned about.

Your body suddenly starts to feel like it’s on fire, heat spreading through your core rapidly. You choke and clutch your stomach, glancing up to see the reason behind your misery.

Jeno stands in front of you, eyes blooming red as he drinks you in. You pant and take a step back from him, recognizing the signs of your approaching heat.

But that can’t be possible — your heat isn’t due to come for another few weeks.

“W-What did y-you do-“ You wheeze, embarrassed by the slick dampening your panties.

“Omega,” Jeno says, stern glare painting his face as he reaches for you. “Calm down.”

His fingers brush by your mating gland and you gasp. His touch feels like someone rubbed a match and lit a fire against your skin. You turn and run as fast as you can, reentering the ballroom and darting straight for Hyewon’s figure. Every Alpha’s head turns at the scent of your growing heat, baring their teeth at your lewd display.

“Hyewon,” you beg, clutching her arm. “You need to take me home.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

As a Beta, Hyewon can’t smell your growing arousal or detect the signs of you going into your heat. All she sees is her friend with a desperate look on her face. Mark, who is standing across from her, shifts his predatory gaze to you. Hyewon notices the change in him and she quickly pulls you behind her.

“A-Are you going into heat?” She asks quietly.

You nod and whimper. She asks no further questions, wrenching your figure close to hers and locating the nearest exit. She shoves you into the first limousine in the parking lot and shuts the door behind her, shouting your address at the driver.

You grasp her elbow and cry. “Hyewon, this is a strong one-“

A wave of arousal shoots down your spine, causing you to fall deeper and deeper into your subspace. If Hyewon doesn’t lock you in your bedroom soon, you’re afraid you might offer yourself to the first Alpha you see.

“Why didn’t you say you were about to go into heat?” She chastises, grabbing a tissue to dab at your sweltering forehead. “Let me call Jaemin.”

You stop her from taking her phone out of her purse. “N-No, don’t call him. I don’t want him.”

“What? You always use Jaemin for your heats.”

“No,” you shake your head, still unsure of why you’re denying her. She’s right — since your first heat, you have always asked Na Jaemin to come over and take care of you. He was a family friend and never took advantage of you at your worst. However, there’s a sinking feeling in your gut that’s telling you Jaemin is the last Alpha you want to see right now. “Just get me home.”

You barely register Hyewon helping you into your apartment, faintly remembering her guiding you to your bed.

“W-What should I-“

“Please leave,” you say, writhing and desperately pulling at the zipper of your dress to get it off you. “Trust me, you don’t want to see me like this.”

She frowns, her voice filled with concern. “But-“

“Please, Hyewon,” you plead. “Thank you for getting me here but you need to leave.”

You hear the front door close just as you fling your dress to the floor, quickly locating your vibrator in your nightstand. You pull your panties to the side and sigh in relief when you sink the toy into your heat. It only quenches your pain slightly, but it’s enough to simmer down the fire in your belly.

You’re unaware of how much time has passed when there’s another knock at your door. You’re writhing on the bed sheets, begging for another orgasm as your hand has grown tired of lazily pushing your vibrator in and out of your dripping pussy. Your fingers circle your clit slowly as you plead for the moon to end your misery.

You miss the sound of your door rattling off its hinges, mind overtaken by a cloud of fuzziness. Loud stomping echoes throughout your apartment and a large figure invades your room, growling when he sees the sight of you hopelessly twisting your hips to gain any sort of comfort.

A hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, forcing another gush of arousal to leak down your thighs.

“What do you think you’re doing, Omega?” His voice scarily questions, nearly spitting in your face. “How dare you touch what’s mine?”

They used to spread stories of true mates when you were in high school — stories of how when an Alpha meets the destined Omega they were born to be mated with, it would immediately send the Alpha and Omega into their corresponding ruts and heats. You always thought it was some odd wolf propaganda created centuries ago to carry on the belief that true mates still existed. However, as you look at Jeno hovering above you, there is no doubt in your mind that he is your true mate.

The fuzzy parts of your brain start to clear. “J-Jeno?”

He grins, leaning down to lick at the shell of your ear. “That’s Alpha to you. Present yourself.”

You scramble to follow his order, shoving your head into the pillow and arching your ass up in the air. He clicks his tongue mockingly.

“A pretty, submissive Omega. You know, I always wondered what cute little thing I was destined to end up with. I never thought the moon would grant me a beautiful mate like you,” he hums, digits collecting the remnants of your orgasm across your thighs. He groans as he licks the taste of you off his fingers. “You want your Alpha’s knot, baby?”

You nearly unravel at the thought of him filling you deep with his cum, giving you so much of it that it spills out of your tiny pussy.

“A-Alpha,” you whine. “Please Alpha, please knot me.”

You hear the clink of his belt buckle and your body thrums in excitement. He plants his knees down on the mattress, shrugging off his slacks and throwing his stuffy blazer to the side. He ducks his head to lick a stripe up your folds.

You shudder, bunching the sheets in your fists and practically sobbing at the need to have his cock inside of you. You’ve never felt this hopeless during your heat before, never craved another Alpha’s cock like this.

Jeno’s hands tighten around your hips as he laps at your cunt, groaning at the sweetness of your taste. It only takes a few seconds for you to gush into his waiting mouth, the sounds of him eagerly swallowing your release filling the room.

Your body slumps on the mattress at the weight of your orgasm. You barely have time to recover when you feel his tip prodding your entrance.

He growls. “Beg for my cock, Omega whore.”

“Please, Alpha, please fuck me. I want your knot to fill my pretty pussy, want you to mark me and make me yours-“

The thought of you being mated to him is what sends Jeno feral. He pushes his cock inside your waiting hole, slick dripping down your thighs and giving him easy access to slide in. You sigh in relief when he’s finally deep inside you, quelling the fire in your stomach that was pleading for him.

He doesn’t waste time — ramming into you at an inhuman speed, hands angrily digging into your sides and slapping your ass until his palm is imprinted on your backside. Your head lolls to the side, officially giving Jeno complete control to use you as you wish.

Just like with your other heats, your body throws you into climax after climax until the pleasure molds itself into your skin. Jeno is still spitting the most filthy, degrading words at you as his knot slowly approaches.

“Look at you, silly Omega. Offering yourself up to the first Alpha you see. Would you have given this cunt to someone else, hm? Let them take what’s rightfully mine?” At the shake of your head, he smirks. “That’s right. Pretty Omega’s pussy is made only for me. Designed for my knot, designed to breed for my future pups.”

The thought of him impregnating you with the future of the respected Lee line prompts you over the edge again. Jeno hisses and grabs the back of your neck, hoisting you up easily to his chest as you hear the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt forcefully.

“Gonna keep cumming around your Alpha’s cock? Never had a heat like this one before, have you, baby? That’s because the moon has finally brought you to your true mate, and you never have to spend another heat without me again.”

You cry in pleasure at the thought of being able to spend every heat with Jeno. You never minded Jaemin being your heat partner, but this satisfaction and connection is something you’ve never felt with anyone else. You genuinely think you’ll die if you go through another heat without Jeno beside you.

“A-Alpha,” you whimper, steadily holding onto his arm that’s securely wrapped around your middle. “Please knot me, Alpha. You’re the only one who can.”

“Yeah?” He groans at how desperate you sound for him. “Want your Alpha’s big knot? Want to be bred like a good little Omega?”

You nearly sob. “Y-Yes! Yes, please!”

He tilts your head and exposes your neck. His fingers carefully run over your mating gland, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“And this? Is this for me to mark, Omega?”

You frantically nod. “Yes, Alpha. Only for you.”

You know it’s a big step, a permanent marking that would tie Jeno’s Alpha to your Omega forever. Your mind screams at you to reconsider this decision when you have a clearer head, but your heart tells you that there’s nothing to mull over — Jeno is your Alpha and you need the whole world to know.

As his knot begins to swell inside you, his teeth sink into your mating gland, uniting your souls into one. Every feeling Jeno’s ever had courses through your veins, multiplying your pleasure tenfold. Your thighs begin to shake at the amount of gratification flowing through your body.

You almost pass out from the overwhelming sensation, and your body goes slack in Jeno’s hold. His cum shoots deep into your womb, filling you and marking you as his until his release is leaking down your thighs.

You both collapse on the mattress, with Jeno pulling you close to ensure his knot stays rooted deep inside you.

Your head starts to free from your subspace temporarily, and you carefully scan your room as he licks at the wound on your neck to clean you up.

“Did you- Did you break my door?”

Indeed, you can see your front door laying flat in the hallway, nearly shattered. Jeno hums softly.

“It was in my way.”

You think about how your apartment floor must’ve had to evacuate from the profound smell of your scent mixed with Jeno’s. You would feel guilty about it but considering Jeno has no shame over it, his emotions overpower yours.

“Want to fuck you again, Omega,” he hisses against your skin. “Love being mated to you.”

His honest confession forces another wave of arousal to spill from your pussy, leaking around his knot.

“Yeah, Alpha?”

He grunts and starts thrusting into you again, only being able to move a few inches as his knot is still plugging his cum into you. You gasp and pull him down to kiss you.

“My friend-“ you murmur in between moans. “My friend told me you hate Betas and Omegas.”

“Of course I do,” he hisses, propping your leg over his hip so he can push in deeper. “I hate every Beta and Omega who thinks they have a shot at being my mate.”

“You looked so grumpy when I first saw you.”

“I am grumpy,” he mumbles, hands darting to knead your breasts. “Grumpy for everyone except you.”

He grins when you squirt around his knot, your cunt sensitive from the constant rounds of fucking. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at your unexpected orgasm, body twitching in your Alpha’s hold.

Jeno fucks you until the sun rises to indicate the start of a new day. You two barely sleep, exploring various positions throughout your apartment and even the hallway of your complex, ushering more and more residents on the lower floors to evacuate from your scents. Their dirty looks are quickly changed when they see the notorious Lee brother claiming his new mate for all to see.

His cock doesn’t allow your pussy to rest until he’s sure you’ve been impregnated.

When you finally come to, you’re sprawled on your living room floor with a mix of your slick and Jeno’s cum surrounding you. He continues to lick at your skin as if he’ll die without fully receiving his taste of you.

It’s odd since despite only knowing him for less than a day, you feel like you’ve known him your whole life.

“I want-“ you pant, trying to regain your breath. “I want to fuck you forever.”

He chuckles. “Is that so, Omega?” He raises his head to see you, a predatory gaze lingering in his eyes. You wonder if you have it in you to go another few rounds.

“Lucky for you, we’re mated for life. I’m not going anywhere.”

[casually-eat-my-soul]

So I was just reading a time travel fix-it for teen wolf, Stiles goes back in time. And it got me thinking about what if it was Derek that went back in time.

Because stiles is strategic, he knows how to act and when the best time to be subtle and how to get what he wants by moving pieces on a chess board around. He knows that he can’t be too aggressive or everything will fall apart. Scott would trust him, Derek would trust him so he need to be careful.

Derek straight up would not give a flying fuck. Could you imagine he finally gets his happily ever after, has finally healed from losing his family and everything that happened in beacon hills. He is in a good place, he’s married to stiles. And the bitchass universe decides to take it away from him all over again and send him back.

Like I know he’d want to save everyone but I also know he’d be fucking pissed. He has the subtlety of a brick through a widow. He going to kill Peter (Derek is smart and a good werewolf/predator, fight me) and he’s going to spend the next several season stalking Stiles.

Like instead of being obsessed with getting Scott in his pack it’s going to be stiles. He already fully trust stiles and doesn’t bother to hide it this time. Anytime stiles says something about someone being suspicious Derek is all up on them.

Derek to the pack: “we have to kill this guy”

The pack: “why”

Derek: “stiles thinks he’s evil”

The pack: “dam you’re right”

Just cocky as fuck Derek hale trying to get his happy ending a little quicker this time.

[billiewena]

FOUR YEARS SINCE NOV 5TH, 2020, as summed up by Supernatural

past recaps: year one / year two / year three / year four

full context and sources below:

various explanations + resources/sources/extra reading on this year's recap:

balls deep: misha collins says the quiet part out loud at Cross Roads 8 Supernatural Convention, saying "if the CW wasn't so homophobic dean and cas would've been balls deep for sure" at a con (x) (x) (x)

garthbenny canon: supernatural actors DJ Qualls (who played hunter-turned-werewolf Garth Fitzgerald) and Ty Olsson (who played the vampire Benny Lafitte) reveal they're married, delighting crack shippers like myself everywhere (x)

spn spooky picture book: official supernatural children's picture book is released, retconning things like john winchester as a happy father figure and castiel being their cowardly childhood friend who sorta hangs around (x) (x)

boop button: tumblr introduces a feature people enjoy for once for april fool's day and halloween and allows users to boop each other, spn bloggers re-awake like sleeper agents to use it in full force (x) (x)

bedlund speaks on destiel: former spn writer ben edlund goes on a tweet fest replying to fans, talking about destiel multiple times including this profound tweet (x)

clear text, not subtext: jensen speaks out again on the confession at Purcon 8, this time taking a more open stance on how the relationship was textual, his take on dean's feelings about cas's feelings, and how the scene with cas deserved a resolution (x)

bury your gays: famed author chuck tingle (known for his plethora of highly specific and delightfully inclusive, if strange, indie erotica novels) publishes his second mainstream horror novel, inspired by TV network studios' infamous history of censoring LGBT relationships and openly killing off queer characters. In a non-subtle nod to supernatural fans, the main character is named misha. (sidenote: did end up reading this and this book is actually really good commentary on the industry in general and really good, 10/10 recommend) (x) also someone got the book signed by misha, to further break the fourth wall (x)

tracker: jensen ackles begins starring in a CBS show where he is basically csoplaying dean winchester, with the show featuring many non-subtle spn references (i.e. him pretending to almost get in an impala before going to his truck, characters wearing spn necklaces, etc.) (x) (x) (x) (special shout-out to clarice @youre-only-gay-once for expertly tracking the tracker show and these easter eggs, highly recommend their tag for their show)

cw's walker cancelled: fans rejoiced upon hearing the cancellation news for jared's post-supernatural show, walker, a remake of "walker texas ranger." in addition to generally being a copaganda show for the notoriously racist texas rangers, jared's inspiration for the show's direction caused much concern. the actor himself said the show was inspired by the US border crisis, not by the immigrant families affected by the separation and internment, but instead wanting exploring the POV of the law enforcement agents working at the border and the moral dilemmas they had to face (x)

pro-destiel Wonder Woman: Lynda Carter (aka the iconic and beloved original actress for Wonder Woman, not the z*onist one) says she could "go for some Destiel" when promoting #GeeksandNerdsforHarrisWalz and Misha's involvement (x) the rest of the spn cast and original Showrunner Kripke were also a big part of this event

chili's backfire: the chain restaurant chili's drags destiel while interacting with 9-1-1 bucktommy shippers on twitter, immediately gets backfire. notably, their stock takes a dip the next day. coincidence? maybe so, maybe not (x) (x)

samgirl voting fraud: "who is the gayest spn character" tumblr poll surprisingly gets heated, with a blogger straight-up admitting they used a bot on the "castiel vs. sam" poll to rig the poll in sam's favor, which they apparently also did for w*ncest in another poll in the past, and posting a guide on how anyone could do the same. luckily democracy wins in this one instance and castiel prevails anyways, leading to an also contested "castiel vs. charlie bradbury" round (x) (x)

pink pony jarpad: jared is spotted at lesbian pop star chappell roan's set at a festival, un-likely place for him to be (x) also may have been one of the "boring" people called out by chappell? (x)

pro-kamala castiel: in a last-ditch effort to get out the vote, misha uses the power of castiel photo ops to campaign for harris-walz and even shouts-out destiel. I feel depressed writing this sentence, if you've made it this long in your read and you're in the states I hope you're doing alright! maybe by the time I wake up things will be a little different though. (x)

[werecreature-addicted]

Imagine an alliance between 2 tribes, the werewolves and the humans, lately there have been many disputes and grudges between the two tribes, so they planned an alliance, a marriage, the daughter of the leader of the humans should marry the leader of the opposing tribe, a young werewolf with the desire to start a beautiful family

He coughs trying to calm his heart as he imagines the great difference in size between the two and the good sex they would have COF COF

You were ready to do whatever it took to keep your people safe, and if marrying the Alpha of the werewolves to keep the peace, so be it. Really this was a good thing, it would double the land your people had access to, double the resources and riches, not to mention werewolves had proven to be formidable adversaries, and they were sure to make invaluable allies. so why were you shaking? why were you so scared? this was clearly the right thing to do for you and the people you served.

You supposed the fear was natural. you'd spent almost all of your adult life fighting these monsters. almost dying to their sharp claws and vicious teeth. it would probably be a while before you stopped seeing all werewolves as a monolithic enemy. Although, you already knew all werewolves weren't bad. When you were a child you would sneak away into the woods and play with a werewolf pup around your age. Now looking back you cringe thinking about how dangerous that was, no doubt one of you would have been killed if either of you had been caught. Still, he'd been sweet, if one werewolf child could be kind, couldn't they all be?

Your wedding was hardly even a ceremony. Guards on both sides lined the walls of the office, fully armed and tense, ready to strike if something should go wrong. you smiled tensely at your husband-to-be as you signed the paperwork officially making you a married couple, he did not smile back. The marriage license meant almost nothing to him, werewolves sealed their romantic ties in a different way.

Every human in the room goes stiff as the werewolf alpha tilts your head to the side, cupping your jaw with one hand and pulling the collar of your shirt to the side with the other. your heart races and you try to be pliant in his hands, but your mind is flooded with your memories from battle. how many times have you been bitten by a werewolf? how many times had you felt the searing pain of their bear trap-like jaws clamping down on you, crushing your armor, and tearing your skin? he bites you just as you start hyperventilating. You scream. he's killing you, he's going to rip your throat out this was all a trap, you're going to die.

He lets go of you and you collapse, your legs shaking too badly to keep you up, The werewolf pulls you back into your arms, licking at the wound he just left, you struggle, still panicked. "sorry, I know it hurt, humans are so weak," he murmurs still licking at your neck. it does soothe the pain, slowly you start to relax too. you hadn't died, he hadn't betrayed you. you were bound together now, Mated as they called it.

You put yourself together again in time for the celebratory banquette. you were a warrior and a leader, you had to be stronger than this, or at the very least look stronger than this. You stood statuesque next to your new husband at the head of the table, humans and werewolves alike cheered in joy, the war was over, the tribes united. People ate and talked merrily, although no one seemed brave enough to cross the invisible boundary line, werewolves ate with werewolves, humans with humans.

there was a lavish meal set in front of you but you didn't feel up to eating, instead, you examine your reflection in the back of a spoon, despite the wound only being a few hours old it's already scared over looking months old. You knew werewolves had some healing properties, you were surprised this magic could be transferred to humans.

"Does it hurt?" you jump at the rough voice, you'd almost forgotten your husband was right beside you.

"no. I'm just surprised that it doesn't," you admit. he reaches over and lays his clawed hand on top of yours comfortingly.

"I'm sorry it scared you," he says and you feel your face go hot you were embarrassed at your reaction. you knew he was going to bite you as a way to mark your union, you should have been better prepared. you look in his eyes, they're a strange yellow color, it's captivating, even if his expression is stoic his eyes are looking at you kindly. you remember again the werewolf boy you were friends with, and you wonder if he remembers you if he's even still alive. You hoped he was, you hoped you could see him again in this new life.

you blink, realizing you'd gotten lost in thought just staring at him. "I- It's alright I mean. I'll live," you stammer. He squeezes your hand reassuringly.

"Of course, you're so tough a single bite wouldn't be enough to take down my mate," he's teasing you you realize, it makes you smile a little. this wouldn't be so bad after all.