Liveblogging infect me with your love and fill me with your poison by @samanddeaninpanties

Summary: 

“That is an oddly shaped creature,” Cas says through the bond. “I think I should take a closer look.”

Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Castiel/Sam/Meg, Meg/Castiel, Castiel/Sam, Meg/Sam

Read the fic here! Liveblogging under the cut!

“That is an oddly shaped creature,” Cas says through the bond. “I think I should take a closer look.” Cas shifts closer to the creature, frowning as he tilts his head to the side, observing it.

I love that Cas is curious, here. Please go check out the oddly shaped moose man. (Note, Sam is not actually moose shaped in this fic.)

“I wanna touch it.”

Meg barricades herself inside her head and Cas feels the loss immediately. She’s closed off the bond, refusing to let him feel her. It’s a warning for Cas to stop but he can’t bring himself to listen just yet.

“Please,” the creature whimpers but doesn’t make any move to leave.

Cas sees this as an invitation to touch and crowds into its space, pressing it firmly against the tree.

I probably shouldn’t be finding this endearing, but I kinda do. It’s a little cute on Cas’s end, even if Sam is probably fricken terrified.

Sam can’t understand why his dick is hard and aching, his boxers a ridiculous mess of pre-come.

My money’s on fear boner. 

But then the tentacle is caressing his cock and balls through his underwear and his brain short circuits. There’s no time to feel guilt or shame. There’s only a burning desire, a need for more. For everything .

Well, we’re not messin’ around here, are we? I’m down.

“Where do you want the tentacles to go?”

Nice of you to ask, Cas. Sam’s butt, please. Also, that’s kinda hot. 

This can’t be real. I’m… I’m dreaming. Y-yeah. Watched too much porn last night and I’m paying for it with a weird-ass sex dream.”

“What’s porn?” another voice asks inside Sam’s head. Another half-octopus and half-human creature comes into view.

*snorts* That made me laugh.

“I feel like a fucking blow-up doll,” Sam gasps, just taking it . It’s all he can do, really. Ride the sensations. Usually, Sam would call himself a considerate lover but he can’t even begin to figure out how the fuck you pleasure a tentacle monster. Besides, they seem to be enjoying his submissiveness just fine.

“Do you like being… what was it. A blow-up doll?” Meg asks, vibrating with delight in his head.

“Maybe we should keep you ,” Cas adds.

I think Cas and Meg should keep Sam. I think Sam should live out in the middle of the swamp as a swamp hermit who wears a straw hat and has weird kinky sex with his tentacle monster girlfriend and tentacle monster boyfriend. Or…. Meg and Cas could take Sam to wherever they live and sate their curiosity a little more.

“Oh my god!” Dean yelps when he finds Sam, taking in his naked form. In seconds he’s right there kneeling next to Sam despite his nakedness, running his fingers through Sam’s mussed hair. “The fuck happened to you? You okay, little brother?”

Dean! Oh, he’s been freaking the hell out. Protective brother mode, engage!

“Shut up, jerk . You’re just jealous I got to live out your favorite fantasy -”

“Bitch, I’d rather not have ass babies. Totally consider myself the winner here.”

*snorts* I feel kinda bad about laughing about this, but I’m so laughing about this. Dean has a point.

I enjoyed this fic. It was a lot of fun to see the thoughts of Cas and Meg and to see Sam being kinda submissive during sex, which he usually isn’t in things I read. Definitely fun.