Bunkbeds&Bunkers

My son's got his dress rehearsal for dance tonight, and I have the opening reception for an art show I'm exhibiting in, so this goes up before work or not at all, lol.

On AO3, here.

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“You’re up early.”

In the half light, he can hear  more than see Rimmer startle, the slight creak of his seat and the shuffling of his feet against the floor.  He turns slightly, the light catching the silver streaks in his hair, and looks over his shoulder at Lister, hanging back in the doorway of their bunkroom.

I imagine Cas likes holding Dean and sitting on his dick no moving allowed for a whole movie because it reminds him of carrying Dean's soul out of hell inside him, and is very tender, then after the movie he fucks Dean's brains out

It fits so much possessive Cas in it and I'm a sucker for Cas using tenderness and praise to dom Dean into a pathetic mess

Anon!! We were all waiting for you!! LESGOO

Ok first of all, I'm not clear on whose parts are going in which partner but DOESN'T MATTER we're here for any configuration of destiel gay sex, it's what Dean would have wanted 🙂‍↕️ is this a cockwarming situation? I feel like it is, although it could also just be sitting on the other's lap, but we're gonna go with the raunchier one

If it's Dean sitting on Cas' dick, held there the whole movie, he's gonna be soooooo overstimulated by the end, just sweat beading at his hairline, gripping the couch arm and Cas' thigh to stave off the edge of orgasm. Good thing he's seen this movie a hundred times because not a single thing is penetrating his brain. Cas seems cool as a cucumber except for how hard he is. He's actually watching the movie, and he only moves when he has to clutch Dean tighter in a tender but iron hug when he tries to wiggle to get some friction. He actually lets the entire credits roll and at that point Dean is whimpering, can't take it anymore. Not begging! He won't do that. Except then Cas grabs him by the hips, asks if the movie was enjoyable and if there's anything he needs. He gets yelled at XD but Cas then does move and ends up making Dean beg for it. As soon as he does, it's all praise and sweet things until Dean can only gasp. I'm picturing the Dean cave armchairs couch for this

Hey! Always happy to answer questions like this about the ships I like, haha! Apologies in advance because I always set out to give a succinct answer, and then... well, that rarely ever happens 😂

I didn't always ship Rimmer/Lister, actually! I've been a lifelong RD fan, and the first time I started writing fic and engaging in online RD fan spaces was when I was a 13yo closeted kiddo who never considered putting the two of them together, because "what, no, they're just straight friends. Why would anyone pair them together?"

But then I started actually reading fic with them together, and I went back to watch the show with the idea of them as a couple in mind, and... it sort of clicked. I'd even been writing some fem OC fics around that time, fics where the OCs were... basically just gender swapped versions of one of the boys that I could pair with the other. Their dynamic was always what I wanted to engage with, I just hadn't considered actually putting them together because I was 13 and stuck in heteronormativity hell 💀 (Literally, I've held onto this old RD fic for decades now because this author's note kills me every time... 13yo me you had no idea what was coming...)

I absolutely understand seeing them as friends and nothing more than that, and I think their relationship is lovely regardless of whether they end up as something more than that. But I think that's part of it for me - the dynamic they have, especially when you get to see it grow and change and evolve over 30+ years of canon content... it's just so easy for me to see that becoming more with time? Even when they bicker, even when they get on each other's nerves... they miss each other when they're away, and they're so close, they share a room and an entire life together, they become so intertwined over their decades spent together... and they didn't have to do that. They chose to do that, to stay like that, and it's sweet to see it as something between them that grew to be more than just friends, y'know?

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dwarf (UK TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dave Lister/Arnold Rimmer, Dave Lister & Arnold Rimmer Characters: Dave Lister, Arnold Rimmer Additional Tags: Rimster Week 2026, Fluff and Humor, Drabble, Short & Sweet, Pre-Canon, Developing Relationship, Possibly Pre-Slash, Pre-Accident Summary:

Rimmer is trying to study in the ship library.

Cover for Where there is darkness by the incredible @wanderingcas!!! If you love lighthouses and destiel, run don't walk!! Typography by the one and only @treaciel!!

The Man Behind the Curtain

Author: @friendofcarlotta

Artist: @adromelke

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 48,163

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester; Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

Warnings: none

Tags: Inspired by The Lives of Others (2006), Communism, Cold War, Mutual Pining, Long Separation, Second Chances, Significant Character Death

Summary: 1984: Castiel Novak is an officer of East Germany’s secret police, one of the best at interrogating enemies of the state. With thousands of people illegally crossing East Germany’s closed borders each month, draining the country of its workforce, his task is more important and righteous than ever.

But one day, Castiel meets celebrated playwright Dean Winchester. Dean is handsome and compelling, but Castiel isn’t at all sure that he is as loyal to the people’s government as he claims. To prove his suspicions, Castiel launches an operation to install surveillance equipment at Dean’s apartment.

From that day on, Castiel spends long days and nights listening in on Dean’s life, and unexpected emotions soon rear their head. As doorways to doubt begin to open, Castiel must decide if he's willing to save the man he is falling for — from the government he is meant to serve.

Sneak Peek: The final item on his checklist is the plain wooden chair where the prisoner is going to sit. Its seat is covered with a thin cushion, designed to conceal a specially treated cloth that will absorb the prisoner’s scent. After the interview, it will be retrieved and stored in a sealed jar to preserve that scent. It’s a useful and ingenious system for finding fugitives with the aid of State Security’s specially trained dogs.

Approaching footfalls echo in the corridor outside, traveling toward Castiel’s domain. Two distinct sets of footsteps: one sure and precise, a military cadence, the other stumbling and unsure.

Castiel takes a seat behind the desk and turns on the recorder as he awaits the knock. When it sounds, he calls, “Come in.”

The door opens, but Castiel doesn’t look up to acknowledge either the prisoner or the guard. He is holding a pen and studying the open file in front of him, though he received it yesterday and could recite its contents by heart. Psychology matters: he wishes to be perceived as a busy man who cannot be bothered to observe idle courtesies.

“Sit down,” he says, curt and to the point.

Still he does not look up, but he can see enough to tell that the prisoner has obeyed him.

“Hands tucked under your thighs, palms down,” he says, pretending to write a note in the margins of the file. Palms sweat when prisoners are nervous. Another tool to help strengthen the scent imprint.

The prisoner hesitates briefly, but then he follows the instruction.

Satisfied, Castiel raises his eyes off the file and nods to the guard in silent dismissal.

“Well,” Castiel says, not quite smiling, but keeping his face open, conversational, his hands folded on the desk in front of him. “What would you like to tell me?”

Incandescent

Author: @whoipretended2b

Artist: @twinone1221

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20,000

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: none

Tags: Creature Castiel, Incubus Cas, Miscommunication, Sex to Love, Smut with Plot and Feelings, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Monsterfucker Dean Winchester, Dominance/Submission, Edging, Anal Sex

Summary: Castiel is an incubus who prefers feeding off ambient desire. It’s easy, even if it isn’t very satisfying.

Then the man with the golden soul walks into Crossroads. When Castiel warns him that he is intense, demanding, and difficult to satisfy, Dean only seems more interested.

Desire is easy. Attachment is the part no one warned him about.

Sneak Peek: Humans liked to pretend they were progressive about monsters, liked to congratulate themselves on knowing the right words and the right etiquette. But there were lines they still drew. Creatures they tolerated and those they did not.

Incubi occupied an uncomfortable rung in the hierarchy of acceptable monsters. Vampires were romanticized. Werewolves were pitied. Seelie fae were sought after. Demons were feared, but at least understood. Incubi, on the other hand, were treated as predators by people who could not tell the difference between coercion and consent. Questions came laced with accusations. And enough people still believed the tales that incubi fed on souls in exchange for sexual pleasure. There was a not insignificant amount of people who believed they reached into victims and hollowed them out.

Castiel had long since stopped trying to educate humans.

He didn’t steal, not their desire and certainly not their souls. He absorbed what was already there, what people were shedding without noticing. Their arousal and release.

When he used to try explaining, he would tell them he fed off human souls the way plants fed from the sun. He, like the plants, absorbed what was freely given. But he no more hurt the humans he fed from than the plants hurt the sun.

Ambient feeding kept things simple. There was enough desire flowing in a place like this to keep him fed, plenty of light, diffuse and impersonal. If he was lucky someone would engage in some type of intercourse in the bathroom and the excess would keep him sated for a week or better.

Then the man with the golden soul walked in.

Murder By Invitation Only

Author: @xev3n

Artist: @valdelion

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 27,389

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Murder Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Private Investigator Castiel, Escort Dean Winchester, Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller/Horror, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood and Gore

Summary: At St. Claire’s Orphanage, the Halloween murder mystery gala is nothing but theatre - an elaborate performance of scripted screams and safe little deaths. But when the storm rolls in and the doors close, the line between fiction and reality begins to blur.

As staged deaths give way to something far more sinister and the bodies refuse to rise, old sins claw their way into the candlelight, and every elegant guest has something to hide.

By the end of the night, the question won’t be who did it, but who deserved it.

Sneak Peek: “If you remember anything else..” He let the sentence hang.

“I’ll come to you,” Dean said, too quietly, and for a moment the room was unbearably full.

He made as if to leave, but hesitated, glancing back over his shoulder. Something unsettled flickered in his eyes as a question surfaced, uninvited but impossible to bury.

“Do you believe in evil, detective?” Dean asked.

Castiel’s gaze lingered on him, tracing the arc of Dean’s jaw, the constellation of gold in his irises, the dusting of freckles that made him look almost boyish, if it weren’t for the tired shadows, and the weathered edge that spoke of years spent getting up after life knocked him down. It wasn't an unattractive quality. It was honest.

“I’m not sure I believe in evil the way you mean it,” Castiel replied, the words slow and careful, as if purposefully shaping them would make them true. “But I want to believe in consequences.”

Dean seemed to consider that, turning it over in his mind and weighing its honesty. He finally nodded, and Castiel watched him go, every step etched in his memory. He did not write down what he was thinking. Some confessions were meant only for the dark.