#like. some aspects of this drawing i look at n i'm like hell yeah this is cute i like this a lot
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since i only have 3 oomfs from twt here (n I also assume they dont go on tumblr a bunch) ill just say some of the ideas for the art of the untitled logs I been keeping on my mind for a month now 🤧
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art direction wise: itll be very focused on stippling for the 'pictures' taken by the camera, since pictures look fuzzy n crunchy if you look hard enough, which will be interesting to do with a pen I gotten recently, a pilot 0.38. but for the other ways to go by the art and how it'll be done will be somewhat different. the 'pictures' will be in these rectangular boxes to signify they they were taken by a camera (though not too strict on that aspect since i dont want it to be the same rectangle) but if I'm drawing a character talking from memory it'll be very gestural with simple indicators to what a thing is. a single pen stroke for the hair, n will just look very clean. but if it's of a fight scene then that's where things get interesting.
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i will mainly use printer paper for the 'pictures' n other not very detailed or heavy handed works, but for a fight that needs that sort of reworking because of how I want it to look in the sketch, then the inks, and the (very very Very minimal) color placement will be more important. which i have more somewhat thicker paper I nabbed from school for another use but never got to. and regarding color, I've always been interested in the high contrast, inspired by pitch canker with the usage of reds black n white he does and haruko ichikawa, the mangaka of land of the lustrous. but how I'd intend to use high contrast is for something with a impact or the drama, shock of the sorts, with a whiteout pen for drawing very minimal detail. like if I want to emphasize the face or even the body, showcasing their strength or emotions while they're the black silhouette with the background being one solid color of white or red. but if i do want to draw all the pen strokes n detail then I'd wouldn't do the stippling, it'd be more reminiscent of BLAME! from tsutomu nihei, messy detail and most importantly: Cool as hell. it is the big inspiration for TUL anyway so why not go all out. i use crosshatching for my shading, so it may or may not work out? as crosshatching isnt very known to be Messy, moreso Perfect and Precise but ill manage.
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back to the very minimal color usage I said I'd do: why so? well it may have something to do back to pitch canker again and another visual style that is very much so Cool. at least to me.. let's say I want to emphasize a character bleeding out, ill only do black and white as i actually dont have many pen colors besides the ones I Stole from school or i was given to by my parents, and also cuz BLAME! god damn it! ill use a blue pen, if you're wondering. or a character has a color code in mind, if they feel like a Phosphophyllite cyan then ill use that color to assign them with.
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also. acrylic paint. that high contrast style I'd need to use a better paper for? yeah that's a big reason why, i only have blue Vermilion (because I'm DUMB and didnt realize it wasnt a good shade because walmart is SILLY) yellow black n white. obviously I need to make these drawings all in one thing so it wont be on a canvas. i described the idea I have for creating the one and only TUL book on twitter but I basically need the following: holepuncher, black n white paint, wire, scissors, ceral box, and the Prayer i have if i actually get far into making the untitled logs in the first place. itll be a book all compiled of the loose leaf, printer and slightly better papers all given 5 holes (I don't trust loose leaf with only 3) with maybe 130 pages. 100 pages isn't actually that much if you're making many different scenes in a span of 2 or 3 logs with 10+ drawings in there so, it'll be a moderately ok size for a handmade book made from paper and a ceral box with black paint on it.
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that's the end of the more physical work needed for TUL, and my thought process really (i felt very rambly). thank you.
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That's totally fine! worked sucked today and I went to bed suuuper late lmao so like I'm only just decompressing now anyways
ALSO SCREAMING AND CRYING RN
OMG thank you so much for the dialogue recording!! I literally spent a half hour doing the dishes today with my wireless headset on just camped in the wizard's tower listening out for their lines lmao
GOD put makeup on the man!! Give it to him!! AH it's so GOOD
👏DARK👏SKINNED👏ARCHEMORUS!👏
AND THAT HAIR ON THE YOUNG ONES GOD IT'S SO YESSS
GOD THEY'RE SO CUTE THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!
Also doing a bit of research it appears tattoos were a common occurrence among the Luxons??? so like. any tattoo headcanons u know like a sleeve, a tramp stamp, neck, thigh, ankle, full body etc like what are we thinking
and YEAH the clothes don't make sense to my brain I'm definitely not like a concept artist kinda person I literally have no idea where to even start with something like that lmao but maybe one day I'll. think about it... or maybe just. make it a modern au. or skip the clothes whateverr who needs em >.>
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have this quick little post-it note doodle cause I can't GET THAT MAKEUP OUT OF MY HEAD NOW that's SO FREAKING UGH I couldn't go to sleep without a scribble i really really couldn't n it's only fair tbh u show me urs i should share mine ri ght (even if i hate it gotta do it for the vibezzz)
IT'S BED TIME AND U GOT ME DRAWING BY PHONE LIGHT BRO
also it's impossible to take pictures at night without natural lighting and sorry it's MASSIVE idk why phone photos be saving like that
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/947194586055446589/1145964630225723483/Vik_8_28_23.jpg
(if that link doesn't work i'll like. find some other way to show u lmao) I might like upload this one day somewhere if I ever bother to like. make an art blog or a gw2 blog or smthin' but if you like this and wanna save it u should cause idk if I'll leave it on discord forever so the link might break lmao
k goodnight
SOMEHOW I DIDNT SEE THIS ASK UNTIL RIGHT NOW??? THANKS TUMBLR MOBILE UR A WORKING APP
IM GLAD U ENJOYED THE DIALOGUE RECORDING!!! I love listening to them so so SO MUCH
AND IM!!!
SO HAPPY THAT U LIKE MY ART OF THEM!! THANK U SO MUCH!!!
and I haven’t actually figured out what I imagine archemorus’s tattoos look like yet!! he has some on his arms in the factions trailer but they’re also the exact same as the generic luxons there so lmao I don’t think anet put too much thought into that aspect of things FJSKFKSKS I’ll have to work on designing that for him at some point!!!
AND HONESTLY A MODERN AU IS SO VALID. that’s truly the easiest way to handle characters with complicated outfits lmao
AND!! IM ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED TO SEE UR DRAWING OF VIKKY!!! HE LOOKS LOVELY!! I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE U TO DRAW MORE!!!!
[SAVES IT SAVES IT SAVES IT]
AND I ALSO ENCOURAGE U TO MAKE A TUMBLR!! partly so u can post art and also it’s so much easier to communicate via reblog/messages/replies than via asks!!! join me in gw2 blog hell <333 EITHER THAT or if ur comfy with it u can add me on discord!!
#vindicator ghostposting#HOUFH I NEED TO DRAW MORE VIKKY/ARCHEMORUS SOON#I’ve been drawing a lot but it’s been pokemon oc shit instead fjskcksk
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*s q u e a k s *
I arrive here because reposting the post thingy can get pretty long and hard to scroll through when there is several
But i couldn't just NOT reply to your heartwarming message LIKE-- holy shit i made an audible squeal what?? Man reading your replies and just the random stuff you type on your blog always makes me so giddy what the hell. But no like- I'm happy that you enjoyed my drawings! People usually have a set image of what their characters look like- and it can be hard to match that without seeing it in a picture- so its always a joy when that person likes the drawing :].
AND I WOULD GLADLY ACCEPT JEREMYS HELP IF HE WANTS TO GIVE IT. That dude is just-- *holds gently* jshfhfhf. Love em to bits.
Tags time Tags time but i can not put tags herrrreee:
Yeah genuinely, was being 100% honest with you there! I'm flattered that your flattered if that makes sence- that you got a little teary eyed(in the good way), like that warms my heart to know.
I was definitely taken aback that you've been through a similar scinario to mine in regards to having a filtered mind- and once again it's comforting to know this shfhhd. Although mine was based around Religion and some cult-like aspects-, the impact different things can have on how open someone is can surprisingly lead to similar results!
I'm overjoyed that you were able to get out of your filtered mindset, i cant imagine how refreshing it must be! :D. It fills me with inspiration and hope for a better future for myself ^^.
Honestly, like I write the best description I can of my OCs to the best of my ability, like imma be honest for example certain hairstyles can be so fuckin hard for me to describe, I usually have to search up a list and see what their called essentially, except for like, the quiffs n stuff obviously-
I always feel honored though when someone wants to draw my OCs, like im not a very particular person for details unless I specify some very intricate ones like for example, if I specify a scar on certain characters and what the scar is- then i get be a lil particular about it but just,, in general i dont really mind-
and oh Jeremy absolutely would! Jeremy loves puppets, loves puppet-making and to see someone with similar interests, he might have p bad anxieties n shit like that but by g o d s is he going to try and help out with the puppet making process, tbh he’d probs tune into that and forget even that he was talking to a person beforehand, just saying s o much about the process to the point where,, it might be overwhelming hjgkfjfdks
and yeye I get’cha, no worries and oh yeah I used to filter myself a lot, like the best example I can use for filtering myself would have to be wrestling, like I used to NEVER open up or talk too much bout it, guess I was afraid of being judged n shit like that but now? Imma be honest, even if someone does ever judge me, I legit?? dont? Care?? Like its MY blog and I get to decide the content i wanna post, not anyone else- and yeah, its a weird thing, that filtered mindset was- and sometimes i still get it even, like sometimes my brain will be mean about it like ‘dude, your going to be annoying, dont’
but its definitely not as bad as it used to be, while i still struggle and probs always will- im definitely getting better at just sayin fuck it and posting what i want whenever i want too, but yeah its refreshing once you break the chains just take it easy, step back if you get too overwhelmed but I believe in ya, one day that filtered mindset will eat shit on the pavement while your out here doin’ what you wanna do
#Chase Answers#a filtered mindset- its such a weird ass thing to me but i believe in ya#im confident you can break this nasty cycle- idk bout fully but it can always be different for everyone#but even then- just managing to push it away is a B I G step in of itself#even if its just a small push
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OK you said Alex Nd Zeke go on a date so can we get an Zeke/Alex/Quinn for the drawing thingo? If no-one else has already asked for it idk?
If someone Has already asked for it then ! I wanna know what the dynamic between Alex & Yvonne is like?? Which is more for rambles than drawing
beloved lilah hello hello thank you for the questions mwah
I'll have some Alex n Yvonne rambles for you coming right up except not, like, RIGHT right up, because I have to write them first, but uh, have Drawing. sketchy and not very polished drawing but drawing nonetheless
I thought the poses were cute :3 plus these are the ideal circumstances for Quinn and Zeke not to end up arguing or trying to murder each other because
they are asleep
there is an entire Alex separating them
but yes. they're sleepy n comfy. they've had a long day. also Alex is best to snuggle with 10/10 would recommend
anyway hello I love you goodnight
#i will see u tomorrow for shenanigans with musical instruments#art adventures with logan#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears#like. some aspects of this drawing i look at n i'm like hell yeah this is cute i like this a lot#other bits i'm like. oh no this is not a good drawing at all#i didn't get the pose quite right in the end xD i think they look a little silly maybe ahahahaha#idk what alex's shirt is. i was on the phone to my best bro while i was colouring n was just like#hey give me some shapes and some letters lol#and then just tossed them on there#anyway.#alex..................... tol.
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Tate Langdon NSFW alphabet???
hell fucking yeah
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I think this would depend.
I think it would depend on his emotions, how he would be feeling that day. I know that he has the ability to switch so quickly so. On days where he's feeling good and he isn't stewing, he'd have the capability to take care of you in any way you need after sex. On days where he's insecure, stewing, probably homicidal, he could be a bit cold.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Simply, he liked his fingers wrapped around the column of your throat, your head thrown back in pleasure as your lips part in a moan. He liked to sight of you in that state, he liked the view of his fingers trailing all over your body.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He'd be messy for sure. He liked to paint your body, your stomach, breasts, lips. He loved to see it dripping from your lips, collecting it on his fingers to swipe it back into your mouth with a wicked grin.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He would want to venture out into the world of kinky shit but never know how to tell you. He didn't want to scare you or freak you out so unless you brought something up, he would keep to himself.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Well, uh. This is a great question and I think the safest answer is no one knows but him. He's had some obviously really dark sexual experiences, things that he would definitely hate himself for eventually down the line.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes to press you up against a wall, pounding into you as you cling to him. It was his favorite because it typically was rushed and heated.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Though he never used to be, I think you would definitely draw out a bit of a goofier side from him. You wanted him to loosen up a bit, trying your best to turn sex into something more fun and less serious.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
We've seen him in the latex get up.
I'm gonna assume there's no ridiculous bush under there. Cuz that would hurt lmao.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He liked to communicate through sex so sometimes it would get a bit too intimate. He liked to make you feel what he was feeling, sometimes bringing tears to your eyes. You both would have to shake it out and get on with your day, bashful smiles on your faces.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He used to a lot. Let's just say it's not necessary anymore.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He would definitely want to incorporate some more kinky shit. An ice cube against your skin, a sharp blade lightly tracing against your breasts. That masochistic could come up with a lot of things.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Shower. He liked to press you against the glass or tile, pounding into you as you claw his back. He loved the power he had over you and he liked that you loved it so much.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anything and everything. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you want him, knowing exactly what to do to make you happy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He didn't mind a little bit of pain but he never wanted to make you cry. He had made enough people cry in his life and you were the person he didn't want to hurt. With his words or actions.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He'd definitely choose to receive if he could. He liked to make you feel good, sure. But he just loved the feeling of your lips around him, his whole body trembling in your grasp.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast. That's it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loved quickies more than anything else. He liked to press you against the wall, his fingers dancing under your shirt or slipping down the front of your pants. He liked to leave you winded and moaning.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Uh duh. This boy is the epitome of risk. Most of the time it would be very rewarding but it also got you guys into some trouble, when you would get caught or walked in on.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
A while. He's like a rabbit in heat for sure. He can go multiple rounds, sometimes outlasting you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Nah, I genuinely think he'd be enough on his own. Like you could bring it up and he would do anything you wanted him to do. But you would definitely be pleased just from him alone that you wouldn't even think about adding something.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Very very very very in love with teasing. I think he would be so good at it too. I think that he would genuinely love to keep you on the edge of your seat, waiting to get you in private so he could drive you crazy even more.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Whiny and breathless. For fucking sure. Though he appears to be pretty dominant, I think he would actually be more submissive overall, the moans that you draw from him being absolutely pathetic.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Genuinely couldn't come up with anything. My brain is fried.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's a brief guy. Case and point.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high. He's definitely the type to use sex as a way to communicate how he's feeling. He's never been able to voice how he feels and most of the time you can tell how he's feeling just by how he kisses you. Because of that, you would probably end up having sex a lot.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If he was in a good headspace, he would allow himself to curl up to you pretty quickly after sex, his face tucked in your neck. If he had a bad day, he'd curl up on his own side, allowing you to rub his back softly.
#tate langdon#tate x reader#tate langdon x reader#tate smut#tate langdon smut#murder house#american horror story#ahs
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Match up, No. 4
@alexnuxx said:
Hi there. So..
my mbti is intp 5w6. I am chill and lazy but also calm. I am a more serious person, but sometimes i laugh in inappropriate or stupid situations and I also like goofy people. I have a big problem about losting in my thoughts and it's hard to get my attention because of that.
All my clothes are black but most of the time I choose either elegant style or oversized clothes to feel comfortable. I have a black mullet and green-brown eyes, i wear glasses and i'm skinny because it's hard for me to gain weight.
I think it's hard for me not to like something because I usually ignore it (maybe really sensitive people cuz i dont know what should i do when someone cries. Ah, and really arrogant people get on my nerves) , but I like reading, listening to music, drawing, sleeping and eating.
Ah, and im 18yo.
Thanks and good luck<3
a/n: Hey sweety. I´m glad you requested. When I read your request I couldn´t help but realize that you have some traits that resemble the one of mine. Like getting lost in thoughts, being chill and calm. Wearing either elegant or oversized clothes, listening to music, sleeping. I honestly never thought I would find someone that resembles me in so many aspects. Anyways I hope you enjoy this little work of mine. If there is anything that bothers you please do not hesitate to tell me so I can make it better. Other than that happy reading.
Match up rules can be found HERE.
Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)
!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: !!!
· After a bit of thinking (and making two other match ups for you I absolutely wasn´t satisfied with. Like I was about to smash my phone against the wall but then I remembered that it was expansive as fck and a Bday gift. So yeah here we are… *crys again. Now after evrything is done I regret not pairing you up with my first choice. But I thought you might not like it... Just like now.... *screams internally) I decided to pair you up with Beckman. I know! I know. BUT HEAR ME OUT AND GIVE THIS MAN (and me please) A CHANCE. I´ll do my best to make you at öeast like it a tiny bit. Just give it a chance. Pretty please?
· Alright. *breathes in, *nervous, *breaths out. Author talks to herself “Are you dumb?! Get it to work!”
· Like I said I'm gonna pair you up with a man that is as feared as his captain. He's the first mate called Benn Beckman
· Beckman has a quiet and laid back personality with a quite serious facet. And exactly that was what got you two to get to know each other.
· You were working at the bar of the island the red hair pirates docked on. They were having a good time drinking and celebrating as always.
· You were preparing a customer a drink when two man sat at the counter and asked for a beer. Slowly with minutes passing more man surrounded the two and caused a positive vibe. They were talking, laughing and having a good time. Once in a while you were taking their orders had a short chat with a red haired man but that's it. Not long after you realized something that caught your eye and made you smile. You went to your coworker and long time best friend and told her to look at the man with the white hair and the cigar.
· She followed your description and let her eyes wonder around the place until she found him. But she didn't quiet get what made you laugh so she asked you with a confused look.
· “You always tell me that I have a serious expression but look at him. His friends are laughing and celebrating while he sits right at the middle and looks like he got forced to be there.”
· Your words made your coworker laugh and get back to work with a huge grin on her face. You didn´t mind at all and were happy that you could make her laugh when they called for a waitress to probably order more beer. But that’s when you regret making fun of him. Your friend started to laugh and made the red haired man look at her confused. When she got a hold of herself she pointed a finger at you and seemed to tell them something that made all of the men laugh but one.
· Your cheeks turned red and you literally wanted to run out of the bar to hide under a rock. But you couldn´t and just turned around with your back facing them while their laughter echoed in your head.
· Your face was red and when touched one would have thought you had a fever. When your coworker came back still laughing she hugged you and said that none of them is made at you but rather amused by your words. Mostly the man you were talking about. Towards the end of your shift the man with a neutral looking gaze was still lingering at the bar with his friends. After the incident you didn´t dare looking in his direction and did your work at the back of the bar. You stepped out of the bar and were about to walk down the streets when someone tapped your shoulder and made you turn around.
· “I´m sorry to bother you but do you mind telling me your name?”
· You were confused and scared to death but the question of the tall man in front of you made you wonder why he wanted to know that so you asked. But he simply smiled at you lovingly and said: “I would love to know the name of the woman that seems to resemble me so much.”
· That was the moment you to actually got to know each other. Until now his captain and the entire crew he was part of made fun of him of the way you and him got together
· Beckman is a quiet and serious looking man that only talks when needed. It´s not that he doesn´t like being around people it´s just his calm and peaceful nature that gets him to be in his cabin while being busy reading a book. And since you joined the red hair pirates he´s not always that alone in his cabin
· Beckman loves your pure chill nature. You´re not like the woman his crew mates sometimes bring over or meet up with. You are laid back and honest. Sometimes to honest that causes Shanks to turn into a pouting 6 years old but that’s fine because the friendship you have with Shanks balances the calm and peaceful relationship you have with your partner Beckman You three have a great relationship with each other since you seem to be a mixture of Beckman and Shanks that makes you get along with the both of them so well. But also the crew thinks that you are the female version of them
· Dating Beckman is like walking through a forest in a warm sunny autumn morning
· He seem to be cold and always serious but he´s not. He is a caring gentleman that won´t let you carry a bag or even you coat.
· He always has a hand on the lower area of your back while walking through a island
· Every night he would ask you if you need anything or planed to do anything in the next day to make sure to schedule his day after your plans
· At the morning he would always ask you if you slept well and if you had a dream or not. And if you had one he would make you tell him about it because he loves listening to you
· There are moments he would find himself staring at you with a tiny smile on his lips that would make his captain tease the hell out of him when he see it
· The moments I am referring to are when you´re leaning against the railing of the ship with a dreamy look on your face that would signal him that you´re once again lost in your thoughts. And in those moments he would make sure no one is around so he could come and hug you from behind while nuzzling his face in your hair, asking you what you were thinking about. You would smile and take his hands in yours to intertwine them and tell him “It´s nothing.” When you were actually thinking of a peaceful life with him somewhere were no ne would find you or know you. Just the two of you.
· And each time he would smile and say that he would someday find out about that little “nothing” that was able to put a smile on your lips when it should be him doing that
#one piece#one piece imagine#op imagine#one piece matchup#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x oc#one piece x y/n#anime matchup#red hair pirates#red haired shanks#shanks#benn beckman#one piece beckman#one piece yonko#matchup#match ups#matchup event
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Stuck In The Middle With You
Summary: While out investigating a string of murders committed by a tulpa, you and your wife end up in the middle of a fantasy with Dean and Castiel.
Warnings/Tags: Smut, like a lot, threesome (M/M/F) with male voyeurism, cuckolding, come play, unprotected sex, oral, dirty talk, fictional levels of orgasms, there’s some crazy angel grace stuff going on, seriously this shit is bonkers.
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel/Original Female Character (Bev)/Male Reader (voyeur), Sam Winchester (who leaves before anything starts)
Word Count: 5,613
A/N: For Fic-Facer$ 2019, this is the first of my two lots. The prompt requested was Destiel/Reader’s Wife with voyeurism/cuckolding of himself (the reader).
Song: Stuck In The Middle With You by Stealers Wheel
“What do you mean, it’s not a tulpa? Of course, it is! Look!”
Dean tossed the folder of articles across the library table with a flippant flick of his wrist. Bev grabbed it first as you both reached for it, her hand a little faster. As she scanned the clippings, her narrow brow knotted and the corners of her lips pursed.
“It could be an actual serial killer,” she stated as she returned the folder to the table. “And in that case, the police should handle it.”
Dean groaned as his head thumped on the open book before him. “It’s not!” he insisted as one hand ran through his hair and grasped it. When he raised his head, his fierce green glare locked on Bev’s. “Look at the pattern. It takes weeks for a new story to develop. And the details shift every time. There’s a new aspect to it every month. We need to go there and start interviewing people. Now.”
Sam shut his book and set it aside, drawing your attention. “He’s right. This has all the classic markers of a tulpa. We’ve seen it before. Small, tightly-knit communities that gossip fuel a tulpa’s life-force. Granted the internet helped that one more than anything…”
Bev looked to the articles before glancing at you. She grimaced as she turned back to the table with a shake of her head. You heard the gears churning between her ears, her indecision palpable. You’d been hunting with the Winchesters and their angel friend, Castiel, for a mere six months. Though the two of you had learned so much, the road ahead stretched on forever, beyond the horizon and out of sight.
“Alright,” Bev started. “But the second we find out it’s just a creepy serial killer that reads the papers and has a huge kink for bondage, we’re leaving.”
Dean shrugged as he stood and grabbed his jacket. “Don’t knock it.”
Bev followed with a laugh. “I’m not. It’s the lack of consent and murder that I’m not okay with. Rope is a hell of a lot of fun.”
Dean froze as Bev passed him on her way to the main hallway. “I… it was…”
Over her shoulder, she gave him a wink. “You started this conversation.”
You stood with Sam and walked beside him as Dean caught up with Bev heading down the hallway to your rooms. Castiel brought up the rear and added, “A lack of consent can be part of the… fun? Right?”
“You know, Cas,” Dean said over Sam’s cackling laughter, “sometimes, there are things you just don’t talk about in groups. Things like that. That’s a private conversation.”
“Private… between me and you? Or between me and Bev?” Castiel asked as he regarded her with an inquisitive look.
Sam’s roaring laughter followed him as he disappeared around the corner to his room. Dean looked between the three of you before he said, “Both. Now c’mon. We’ve got an eight hour drive ahead of us. I wanna catch this son of a bitch before he kills any more of those poor girls.”
“Wait a minute,” Sam started, “all the locals said the same thing?”
Bev nodded as she leaned back in her chair at the small motel table. The five of you had packed into the guy’s tiny motel room to discuss your findings on the first day of the investigation. While Sam and Dean had gotten access to a fresh crime scene, you, Bev, and Castiel had interviewed locals.
“Except that the stories all change,” Sam continued.
“Exactly,” Bev stated. “That’s the one detail that’s consistent. Change.”
Castiel grimaced as he turned to Sam. “I don’t understand it either. The first article about a potential serial killer escaping the nearby prison was published eight months ago. How have all the locals gotten so… derailed?”
They sat in silence as you all pondered his question. But then Sam startled as he leaped from the end of the bed for the articles. “Eight months ago, right?”
“Yeah,” Bev said. “Then seven months ago was the first death.”
“With details identical to the murders of the escaped serial killer,” Sam continued as he tore into his laptop bag and withdrew the file of articles again.
Dean rose from his bed in kind, a slow straightening of his legs. “But the article that was written had a new detail in it,” he started. “We looked at the autopsy report for the first victim. She didn’t have ligature marks on her ankles. Just her…” he paused with a swallow and a subtle glance at Bev. “Her wrists. Rope burns.”
The color in her cheeks deepened until she spoke. “Why would the paper publish something that wasn’t true?”
“People lie all the time,” Castiel started. “I learned that a long time ago.”
Bev glared at Dean for a beat without a trace of her earlier embarrassment. “But this is a journalist writing about murder. Why would they fabricate that detail?”
Sam slammed down a copy of the autopsy report for the second victim. “To ensure everyone would talk about it.”
Bev flicked through the second autopsy report, her eyes scanning the pages. “Right, so now there are ligature marks on her wrists and ankles.”
Sam handed her the third article. “And apparently her chest.”
Bev took the article as well and immediately set it down. “I remember. Isn’t it more likely the coroner lied and the journalist figured it out?”
Sam shook his head as Dean said, “Nope. That was our first hunch, too. Coroner seemed like a level headed dude. He even picked up a blended iron and silver coin I dropped. So then we decided to go talk to the journalist, but we couldn’t find him. No sign of him ever existing.”
“What?” Bev asked, her tone flat.
“Yeah, I said the same thing.” His slow gate bore him to the table’s edge. “I half-expected some old lonely dude, shacked up in his mom’s basement embellishing murder stories with more and more rope,” he explained as his words faded and he haphazardly reorganized the articles with delicate fingertips. He swallowed a thick gulp, then continued his thought.
“Seriously, the last victim was covered in knots all over. Must have been fifty feet of bright blue rope all angled and tied and anchored…” he said as he gestured across his chest and stomach. When Bev caught his careful glance, Dean shook his head and said, “It was a lot of rope.”
Silence stifled the room so thoroughly, you heard Dean’s constricted breath as he stared at the articles strewn across the table. Sweat dripped down his forehead, rolled to his neck, and soaked into the collar of his shirt, but he seemed not to care. Past him, Sam sat on the end of the bed and unabashedly gaped, and beside Sam, Castiel sat on the other bed, his confused grimace staring at his feet.
Bev, however, remained unphased. She watched Dean until he met her gaze head-on. “The last article did mention blue rope,” she agreed. A smile you knew all too well spread across her lips and blood rushed from your head to your groin.
Castiel stood in a rush as though bitten on the ass. “I want to know one thing.”
“One thing?” Sam asked under his breath.
“Why rope? Why not duct tape? Or handcuffs?” Castiel continued.
The room had grown too hot in a single beat, sweat of your own rolling down the back of your neck. Castiel met your gaze, unblinking, then turned to Sam when you remained silent too long. “If the tulpa wanted to restrain his victims, why only use rope?”
Dean scratched the back of his head as he avoided everyone’s wide stares, and his shoulders hunched as he slumped into an empty chair at the table. Too many silent seconds passed before anyone spoke, allowing you too much time to think, to wonder.
And did you ever wonder. Knots of blue rope crisscrossed Bev’s back and bound her arms and wrists. Castiel towered over her as Dean embraced her. Before you reined in your thoughts, the sounds of her pleasure in your mind sounded so real, your erection strained against your pants.
“I'm… gonna go for a walk,” Sam stated as he headed for the door.
Dean scrambled over the back of the chair as he climbed from it. “What?! It’s ten o'clock! How long will you be gone?”
He wrenched the door aside.. “Forever.”
Dean gaped. “When are you coming back?”
“Whenever this conversation is not happening or I’m too drunk to care,” Sam concluded as he strode over the threshold and disappeared into the night.
Dean turned back to Castiel with a flat glare. “Nice job.”
Castiel considered the door, then you, then Bev, and then his narrowed stare returned to Dean. “I don’t understand. I asked a question about the case. Why won’t anybody answer my question?”
Dean cleared his throat as he leaned forward, elbows propped up on his knees. “Cas, it’s not a simple answer—”
“Yes, it is,” Castiel interrupted as he fingered the articles. “Why use rope over anything more secure?”
“Because,” Dean started as he shot a quick glance at Bev. “It’s… it’s a…”
“Is this one of those conversations we’re supposed to have in private?” Castiel asked.
Dean sighed as he slumped back into his chair again. He palmed his forehead, forefinger, and thumb rubbing his temples as he groaned. “Yes, Cas, it is. Can we talk about this later? When we’re alone?”
“Don’t mind us,” Bev chimed with a coy smirk for Dean. “In fact, I could help explain it to him.”
“No, please, he doesn’t—” Dean’s thought clipped short when he regarded Bev once more and found her devious grin. Reclined in her chair, she exuded boundless confidence, one leg crossed over the other and arms draped over the armrests. “Is there something going on here that I’m missing?”
“I’m a little surprised it took you this long to figure it out,” you said. “She’s been coming at you with every play in the book for weeks.”
Dean frowned and shook his head as though clearing his muddled thoughts. “Really?” He turned back to Bev and considered her so thoroughly, you wondered what raced through his mind as he subconsciously smoothed his lap with one hand running down his inner thigh. “Well, shit, honey. Why didn’t you just… say something?”
That was all the confirmation Bev needed. She pushed from her chair and steadily rose to her feet, then crossed the room, not for Dean, but for Castiel. “Because it’s a little more complicated than that,” she said as she encroached upon Castiel’s personal space. Not that Castiel noticed. He seemed to lack any understanding of the concept, always standing mere inches from Dean or Sam. So, when Bev’s chest pressed to his, he simply met her gaze head-on. She plucked his tie from his chest and the blue fabric flipped between her fingers. When she licked her lips, Castiel mimicked her, whether on purpose or subconsciously, you were not sure.
After a deep breath expanded her chest, Bev added, “There are quite a few people involved and everyone should be aware of that.” Her wicked gaze met yours with a gleam so wild, you could hardly contain your excitement.
Dean’s stare snapped to yours only to soften the moment it landed. Wide, green eyes consumed you from head to toe as he had done to Bev a moment earlier, though, with you, he lingered at your groin. “I’m… beginning to understand,” Dean said as another unmistakable shift in his hips sucked the air right from your lungs.
Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t resist the urge, the absolute need to ease the ache of your erection so tightly constricted in your pants. A smooth adjustment allowed you a little freedom to stroke the bulge over your jeans, and Dean licked his lips as he watched.
“He’ll be staying over there,” Bev stated. “Nobody touches him.”
“What am I doing?” Castiel asked.
“Me,” she said as she stripped his tie from his neck. “And maybe him,” she added as she looked to Dean. “Depends on how things go and what I decide I want.”
Dean crossed the space between them with two long strides. He towered over them both as he enveloped Bev from behind. His lips found purchase at the crook of her neck, and his hands reached for the fastenings of her pants, only to hesitate after a moment of that furtive connection. He regarded you with a sidelong look full of concern, as though he had crossed a line.
“Ignore him,” Bev demanded. “Pretend he’s not even here.”
“Are you sure?” Dean asked.
She considered him, her gaze narrowed. “I am,” she started as she slipped Castiel’s coat and suit jacket from his shoulders. “But I would enjoy it most if you taunted him.”
Sweat trickled down your neck and soaked into your collar, the sudden onslaught of arousal heating your entire body. Best you discard your shirt then before you ruined it with more than your sweat. Three buttons popped apart with a flick of your fingers. One smooth pull tore it overhead and you tossed it aside as Dean continued to stare at you, another thirsty look drinking in your entire body.
“Be possessive. Let him know you’re about to fuck his wife,” Bev teased as she unbuttoned Castiel’s shirt.
God, but that woman knew exactly what you needed. She left little to the imagination and demanded exactly what she wanted. Lucky for you, it all added up to the hardest erection you’d had in years.
“Let him know, when you’re pounding my pussy, that I’ll come harder than I ever have,” she added. “That with your angel buried in my ass, my husband will never be able to fuck me as good as you two do.”
Dean growled as he tore off his shirt and kicked off his boots. “I can be possessive,” he stated under his breath as his lips returned to her skin. His hands slipped under her shirt and roved her entire body, grasping and pinching and pulling at fabric until he stripped her of her shirt. “I can sure as hell take another man’s partner right out of his hands.”
Lucky didn’t even come close. You had died, and this was heaven. Of course, it was. An angel and his lover were about to fuck your wife right in front of you. The ultimate fantasy; you had never thought it would come true. But there they were, the two of them with their half naked, writhing bodies as Bev squirmed between them and pressed her lips to Castiel’s. At last, he seemed to understand, his hands slipping into her loosened jeans and shoving them to her ankles. The sight of them succumbing to their base desires ignited a wildfire of lust in your veins that coursed through your entire body. Stripped of your jeans, you withdrew yourself from your underwear and stroked the length of your cock already slick with precum.
“See,” Bev cooed against Castiel’s lips. “He loves it. He loves the idea of two big strong men taking his wife from him.”
“Like watching pornography,” he stated.
“Cas, will you—stop making this weirder than it already is and take off your damn pants?” Dean growled.
He opened his mouth, but Bev cut him off before he could say anything. “Do not apologize to him,” she started as she unbuttoned his pants. “You answer to me and only me. Same goes for you, Dean. What I say, goes. Got it?”
Dean grinned into her flesh as he nipped at her neck. “Of course, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want it any other way. You give me an order and I’ll follow it.”
“Good,” she drawled as she slithered out from between them. “Get on your knees.”
Dean did as instructed but not without sneaking a quick glance your way. That dark glare sank to the pit of your stomach and rushed a wave of arousal straight to your aching sac. Too pretty by half, Dean did things for the both of you that had brought you to that very moment. He had been a surprising source of arousal for you over the last few weeks. That had been Bev’s doing. She’d gotten the idea first, and when she wanted something, you never imagined standing in her way. She deserved nothing but the best. And so, you remained seated, subtle rolls of your hips thrusting your cock into your hand as Dean helplessly stared.
“Castiel, I must admit, I am impressed.” Bev’s words grasped your attention. She had stripped him of every stitch of fabric while Dean had you so distracted. Castiel stood before Dean with his massive erection standing straight out from his groin, inches from Dean’s face. As Bev stared, she took Castiel in hand and stroked him from base to tip, and he shuddered as his eyes rolled back into his head and closed.
“Open your mouth, Dean.”
Dean did as ordered and his plush lips parted. Bev angled Castiel’s cock to his mouth, and Dean welcomed him, guiding with his tongue. Castiel stepped into him as he sucked his entire length down his throat and grasped him with both hands at the back of his head.
“It seems I picked the right one to do my dirty work,” Bev said as she stroked Castiel’s cock in time with Dean’s bobbing head.
Dean reared back and withdrew Castiel from his mouth as he said, “You should see him suck my dick, honey.”
“Dean, stop talking,” Castiel growled. “I want you—”
“That’s enough out of both of you,” Bev interjected as she knelt on the bed. “I want you to make him come.” She added as she pointed to you.
“But I thought—”
A stern glare silenced Dean as Bev raised a brow at him. “You won’t be touching him. You’re going to fuck me. Castiel, too. But you’ll need to convince him you’re doing a good job.”
Dean rose to his feet and stripped himself of his pants and boxers. He knelt beside Bev and grabbed her by the wrist to haul her to him, their bodies flush. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he grabbed her other wrist.
“Maybe? Do you think you got it in you, Dean? Are you man enough to fuck another man’s wife?”
Castiel knelt behind her and grabbed her by the ass. “Angels don’t practice monogamy,” he whispered as he jerked her back, his slick cock gliding between her cheeks. “Dean and I are more than capable of overpowering you.”
“Cas,” Dean started, “she… it was a metaphor. She’s just trying to rile us up.”
“Trying?” Bev cooed.
“Succeeding, honey,” Dean chimed with a grin as he thrust his cock between her thighs. “And if I’m not mistaken, we’re doing plenty for you, too. God, you’re so wet, I could fuck your thighs.”
“I have so many more questions,” Castiel groaned as his fingertips bit into the meat of her ass. “Like—”
“Can you ask them later and just fuck me?” Bev interrupted.
Castiel’s bright blue stare snapped to Dean’s. “Am I… is this okay with you?”
The softest smile you had ever seen creased Dean’s lips as he cupped Castiel’s cheek. “It’s just fine. Now, listen to the pretty lady and do to her what you do to me.”
With all three bodies pressed tightly into each other, you could hardly tell where one ended and another began. Dean’s rigid arm hooked under Bev’s thigh and lifted as she angled his cock to her dripping pussy. Spread wide, he slipped inside her, completely sheathed and Bev moaned so loud, your entire body seized in a shock of arousal that flexed your cock in your hand. “Dean,” she breathed, “Fuck, honey, that feels amazing.”
“Yeah?” he grunted through a thrust. “You like that? You like my big fat cock inside you while your husband watches? Watches me spread you, make you wet, make you scream for me?”
“Goddammit, yes, it’s perfect,” she sighed, her breath marked by his increasing thrusts. “It’s so— holy fuck .”
Castiel had waited a mere minute before joining Dean. He grasped Bev by the ass and spread her cheeks, then pressed his cock to her hole until she relaxed. “She… feels different.”
“She’s a woman,” Dean grunted as his hips slapped against hers. “You’ve slept with women before.”
“I have never sodomized a woman,” he grunted as he withdrew. “She is a lot tighter than—”
“Okay, Cas, we get it,” Dean growled. “Just enjoy it. And you know… do that thing. With your grace.”
“Grace?” Bev breathed with a shocked gasp. “What do you—”
Her words clipped short by a shrill cry, and her head tilted back to land on Castiel’s shoulder, his blue eyes glowing near white with a flash. Dean thrust in time, his own grunts and growls mingling with her cries for a song so deviant, you wanted nothing more than to come right then and there. But they had only just started. Despite the need for release, you withdrew from yourself and eased off that precarious edge. Denial would only ensure a bigger load later. Combined with the display on the bed before you—two incredibly hot men’s huge cocks spreading your wife’s holes—you knew Bev would swallow three times before you finished coming in her mouth. If only she would let you.
They moved as one, Bev relying on their strength as Dean and Castiel held her aloft, and the two of them thrust in perfect rhythm. As Dean withdrew, Castiel pumped into her ass until completely sheathed. And when Castiel pulled back, Dean snapped his hips hard, pounding into Bev until she begged him to slow down. But Dean knew the rules. She had told him to fuck her until you came. And you had no intention of doing that before the three of them. Not even the ache in your balls could take that away from her.
“Cas,” Dean grunted, “she’s close, I can feel it.”
Castiel said nothing as one of his hands slipped over her hip and dove between her thighs. The other teased a taut nipple between his index finger and thumb, and the scream that rent from Bev’s lips nearly ruined all your hard work. Nothing short of divine, her orgasm burst like a shower of sparks, full of curses, blasphemes, and praises alike. But just as she relaxed, as the last waves of her release ebbed, that flash of brilliant white light flared in Castiel’s eyes once more, and the world ceased to exist.
Bev froze, her entire body seized in their embrace. Her jaw gaped, though no sound escaped her. White knuckles clung to Dean’s massive shoulders as though her life depended on him. The best part, the most amazing part about watching another man—especially those two men—fuck your wife was the beautiful mess they had made of her; tousled hair with locks stuck to her forehead with sweat, reddened skin plucked and pinched by greedy fingers, and the wet slick that ran down her thighs in an opaque tide as she came.
“Holy shit,” Dean grunted, “That’s… Cas, stop.”
“No,” Castiel stated, eyes still illuminated as he smiled. “You like it.”
“I know that, but it’s… I can feel it, too.” A hiss of breath sucked between his gritted teeth as Dean enveloped Bev in his arms. “It’s only been a few minutes. Fuck , I can’t hold on much longer, sweetheart.”
“Then come,” Castiel ordered. “I’ll heal you.”
Bev’s long moan burst from her mouth at long last, her entire body convulsing in one hard flex. Dean held her close as she unraveled, her cum coating his cock. Indeterminate seconds passed as you pumped into your hand harder, barely resisting the urge to come with her.
When her orgasm subsided, she unfurled from Dean’s arms and asked, “What did he do to me?”
“That,” Dean started, “was an angelic orgasm. He pumped his Grace into you as you came.” His lips teased at hers as he smoothed the sweat that ran in tiny rivulets down her chest, then grasped her by her throat. “Felt good?”
Deep gasps for air heaved her breasts pressed against the hard expanse of Dean’s chest. “Good? Good doesn’t even come close… and yet, I’m ready for another.”
“I healed you of overstimulation and exhaustion,” Castiel said as he thrust into her again. “You deserve more. I really enjoy the way you feel.”
“Is he always so sweet?” she asked Dean.
“We’re working on the dirty talk,” Dean grunted as he returned to his thrusting, pumping hard and fast into her. “I’m gonna come, honey. I’m gonna fill that pretty little cunt of yours with my seed and then Cas is gonna pound your ass until you can’t see straight.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Bev moaned. “God, I can feel you throbbing so hard, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yes,” Castiel groaned, the first remotely perverted sound to emanate from his beautiful lips. “It’s… tight. So tight, Bev. I’m going to ejac—”
“Come, Cas, come, you’re going to come, don’t be so damn clinical,” Dean growled as he gripped her throat tighter and thrust harder. “He’s doing his best, honey, I promise.”
“I don’t care what he says,” Bev gasped, “as long as he keeps fucking me with that huge cock of his, he could speak in tongues for all I care.”
“Do you want me—”
“Cas,” Dean grunted, “just hold her up and keep fucking her. Give me some of your Grace, too, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Castiel asked.
Dean nodded as he locked eyes with Bev. “Positive. Honey, you better hold on. When I come with his Grace, it makes a huge me—”
Everything happened at once. Castiel’s eyes brightened with a surge of his power, and Dean’s words transcended into a howl that raced down your spine and landed squarely between your aching thighs. The sight of them in the throes of their orgasms unraveled your own so violently, you burst apart at the seams. As all three bodies shuddered, the strokes of your cock slowed, and sound and sight thinned to a single point. There, your orgasm tore through your body and a heavy twitch of your cock sprayed long white ropes of cum to your chest.
The cries of pleasure from the bed overpowered your pathetic whimpers and snagged your attention. Dean hunched over Bev’s shoulder as her head dropped back to Castiel’s chest, and even Castiel seemed susceptible to his own flow of erotic power. The otherworldly moan that rent his lips drowned out the others as his head tipped back. But his hips remained steady, thrusting his cock into Bev’s ass as she moaned her steady cadence. And Dean? He all but collapsed as his entire body shook, every thick muscle rigid as he came inside her.
What lasted mere seconds seemed to stretch on forever, compounded pleasure finally finding its release like a valve thrown wide open on a pipe about to burst. Dean slumped back on his haunches first, the bed rocking with his weight. Bev collapsed into him, their bodies sticking together as Dean’s softening erection withdrew from her. Thick globs of his cum oozed from her sex, and in her haste to keep it from the bed, she coated her fingers in it and spread it as best as she could.
When Castiel withdrew from her, he added to the mess, his own cum dribbling from her ass. Bev pitched forward atop Dean, but looked to you for the final act, the nail in the coffin of your degradation.
“Clean me up,” she ordered.
The room spun as you stood, unable to focus on a single spot; between Dean and Castiel’s spent bodies, Bev bent over with her back arched, ass high in the air, and her tongue teasing at Dean’s balls, the rush of blood from your head rendered you senseless. You reached out with a tentative hand only to hesitate as you neared her. “May I touch you?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she continued to spread their cum on her lips. “Get my fingers while you’re at it.”
You did as ordered, kneeling before the edge of the bed and grasping her hips. Bev held her fingers out for you, and you sucked each one clean. A distinct mixture of bitter and salt filled your mouth, overpowering your senses as you swallowed. When she withdrew her last finger, she shoved her hips into you and smeared the mess of arousal and ejaculate across your face. Marked, Dean and Castiel’s scents buried hers, but you knew her too well to miss it entirely. The smell of them on her, inside her, as you sucked her lips into your mouth renewed that ache in your groin, and it wasn’t long before Bev demanded more.
“Fuck, honey, that feels good. I’m gonna come all over your face.”
You moaned into her sex, whimpers muted by her flesh, and the pain of fresh arousal sucked the air from your lungs. Between gasps you worked her cunt as best you could, tongue lapping up the runnels of cum and lips sucking her clean. But when she demanded more again—and added her finger to her asshole—you followed suit. Two large fingers slid inside her cunt with little effort as you turned your back to the bed and ducked under her hips. There, you sealed your lips around her clit and sucked as hard and licked as fast as you could. From the corner of your eye, you found her mouth full of Dean’s cock and her free hand stroking Castiel’s, both men hard again after Castiel’s healing.
And there you sat on the floor, head between her thighs and a limp dick, servicing her with cum from two other men oozing out of her and running down your chin. Lascivious wet suckles filled the room, bolstered by Castiel’s deep groans. He came first, not unlike you, lancing white ropes of cum along his chest and stomach. In a final display of her deviant mind, she released him, smeared her fingers through his fluids, and then shoved them into his mouth. And bless Castiel’s pretty lips as they willingly sealed around her digits, sucking them so clean, you imagined he might be used to sucking on thicker things.
The sounds of Dean’s impending release snapped your attention to him, what little you could see. He had grasped Bev’s hair at the back of her head, but when he tried to pull from her, she maintained her hold of him in her mouth, head bobbing from tip to base. He begged her to stop, to slow down and let him go, but you knew Bev took no orders from her playthings. So, Dean writhed under her, struggled as his orgasm swelled and surged until it exploded in a load of cum in her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed, sucking all of him down but for a tiny glob that ran the length of his cock and dribbled over his balls.
And then there was Bev. She said she had been close but given her numerous distractions, you couldn’t blame her. So, you renewed your pursuit for her end, and you knew it wouldn’t be long. Between your mouth, Dean’s encouragingly perverted talk, and Castiel’s roaming hands, she succumbed to your stimulation in mere moments, her entire body quivering, practically buzzing with pleasure. Her cries pitched higher and higher until her final moan cut short, and the hard flexes of her cunt poured cum and a fresh gush of her thin opaque arousal over your chin and down your neck. The warmth of her fluids pebbled your flesh, goosebumps racing along your arms and down your back as you sucked her clean. Shudders of aftershocks quivered her lips pulled into your mouth until she wrenched away with a final moan and collapsed atop Dean.
You made a mental note to do everyone’s laundry after you grabbed a shirt and wiped your face clean. The others didn’t bother; Castiel had curled in beside Dean, one hand draped over Bev’s hip. With barely any room left, you clamored over them to lay behind her and curled into her, flush with her back. All manner of sighs and groans filled the silent space between you, and you were nearly asleep before anyone spoke.
“I could use a shower,” Dean grunted.
Bev hummed her agreement, then asked, “how many people fit in the tub?”
“Four.”
When you looked to him, Dean stared at the ceiling as if he had not just stated, for a fact, that four people fit in the bathtub. But it was Bev who asked, “How?”
Dean grinned as he grabbed her hip, and pulled her tight against his chest for a kiss that lasted an eternity. As you stared, a little hope wended its way into your subconscious. Maybe next time, Bev would allow him to play with you. To feel those lips anywhere on your body…
The thought vanished in a hazy memory as Dean parted from Bev and snatched up an advertisement paper from the nightstand to hand to her. Bev took it and turned it over to reveal that the room in which Sam, Dean, and Castiel stayed was the honeymoon suite, featuring a very large bathtub.
“I couldn’t tell you which one of us is the one that tips off the front desk clerks, but we usually score the suite in motels.”
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hybe should do better in spreading out the comebacks of the groups under them :/ they're already at a huge advantage, might as well use it strategically. AHA streaming mvs is so convenient for a multi. the filler vids i could use in between could be mvs from the other groups that i stan. also you know what, i still haven't watched a single final performance bc im waiting for a friend to watch with me :D
i have a chinese movie recommendation in case you want something to cry over. i still love its ost and it's been months since i watched it. i'm not sure if you watched it already but more than blue. i've never cried over a movie as much as i cried for that one. the angst *chef's kiss*. i'd do anything to wipe my memory of it and watch it again for the first time.
also sungchan is mc-ing in inkigayo every sunday! and honestly, what the hell is nct hollywood :D but a part of me thinks it's just going to be a bunch of asians living in america like johnny that'll be a part of it. just a hunch tho. imagine having all 4 units coming back in a year with like 1 unit per quarter of the year. i'm not sure if sm even has the money to do this, especially when they filed bankruptcy recently.
and i've seen a lot of twitter memes saying taro's ghosted stans T_T alexa play ghosting by txt T_T sm come on give him smth to do, you're wasting talent.
the mall didn't burn down entirely (like from the outside it looked fine). the ventilation system caught fire so it was more internal—ceilings and all that. covered things with soot(?) and ashes so the entire mall was closed for nearly 2 years. and hey, i've experienced a school fire too back when i was younger. i, too, thought it was nothing but a fire drill until i saw the charred remains of the buildings behind our school : D thankfully, no one died.
the new nct track is for a samsung commercial AHAHA it's funny because nearly everyone uses apple TT_TT and the mv screams neo culture tech tho (well as it should lmao). yes, i was talking about that part in hot sauce but yes, it grew on me too.
ateez really know how to do a performance. they put the standard so high for me when it came to performing. their facial expressions and overall stage presence just impresses me. it's been a while since i've seen idols draw me to them by those standards.
ah, the long stan list! good luck in getting through it and i hope you do have fun as you go :] (also you can check out aurora by ateez and whiplash by tbz. the songs popped up in my head as i was typing this reply, you might like them)
ohhhh, what was the pd48 scandal? i don't watch survival shows so i don't know any of the stuff going on. would you care to elaborate? about their disbandment :(( i hope you're okay now tho! are the other girls still debuting in new groups? anyone eyeing an acting career instead of being an idol?
YES, A PATTERN IN THE BIASES (if you count an analysis of two ppl as a pattern, that is.) because it's the same pattern i have for my biaswreckers :D jake & seungmin, not only do they have the same animal to represent them, they have the same 'golden retriever' type of personality that just makes you go all soft. ygwim ;n; i wish i could elaborate but both boys just devastate me in the same level and my friends pointed out that they were quite similar in some aspects.
jaemin used to send really long bbl messages :< like if there was anything he loved most it was nctzens and it was obv in his messages. speaking of dream, album repackage news today! idk what to feel bc my hot sauce albums haven't even arrived yet :D + i'm dead br0ke.
how do you even manage to read 30k TT__TT i cant handle long fics bc of my attention span :D also, yes, i found the user now, i'll check if i'll like their works soon. <33
YES YOU SHOULDVE BEEN THERE T_T what a day that was. i think seungmin is still sweet and active in bbl. not a single cent goes to waste with him. also i think i'll post the drabble some time this month.
and oml seungmin vs jake :o let's see how that goes O.O XDD
clickity-clackity AHAH do you have a mechanical keyboard? :c i wanted one too but i haven't got around to saving up for one. but yes indeed, typing asmr v relaxing \m/
sunny hyuck day, fullsun sunday, fullsunday T_T feels were very strong that day. i kept seeing edits on my twt tl and i would just s o b : D i've only stanned nct for a year but i've seen him grow so much i just wanted to crie i love him sm :') yk my mom didn't cook spaghetti for my birthday, but she cooked for hyuck's? : D
and i checked ur recs blog and indeed, full of nct T_T
also have i mentioned that your desktop thing amuses me so much HAHAH i got confused for a sec if i had twt opened or tumblr. plus, i've been wanting to mention that i noticed that our mobile themes are opposites. black and red, white and blue. it's cute XDD <3
help, people have been telling me that our asks are long but i highkey love it. i added a ‘keep reading’ for the mobile users though, sorry in advance hh.
honestly, both works. tiny font saves space but regular font does more justice for my poor eyes haha. its your call!
hybe comebacks :( yeah enhypen got lucky because they came back right before cb season so they got three wins (yay)! on the bright side, txt just got their first win and bts has six wins, so it all works out i guess. omg yes, the streaming thing is perfect. i stan like 20 groups so i have a never-ending cycle of filler mvs and its always so helpful. ooh for the final performances - you wont regret watching any of them! literally wild, kingdom's budget and talent are wild.
ooh, I don't watch any cdramas lmao. i want to but i can barely finish kdramas. if its a movie ill watch it! ive never heard of more than blue but ill check it out <3 where can i watch it?
yes yes i have just realized that sungchan is yujin's co-mc! i watched their special stage (which is literally adorable) and was today years old when i realized that the dude is sungchan pls. nct hollywood was so unexpected and i still have mixed feelings about it now. LMAO JUST ASIANS LIVING IN AMERICA...help. that would be interesting (?) but the concept reminds me of those horrendous awesomeness tv shows. lets hope sm pulls this off well and proves me wrong. lmao all 4 units coming back would probably happen, but i hope none of them get overworked :( i constantly feel like mork lee has four clones :'( also...sm filed bankcruptcy??? dang, what happened?
ugh omg yeah shotaros talent is seriously being wasted in the basement right now. as for fires, scary T-T i wasnt that fazed by them until the australia wildfires happened, and i learned about the consequences of fire and got really scared. its good that the entire mall didnt burn down though! although its weird that no one is opening it :( schools really need to tell us the difference between drills though, it might be dangerous for those rebellious kids.
yeah i just realized that the nct track is an endorsement which partly explains why i cant listen to it. the mv's visuals are stunning!! the set and people are so gorgeous aa i cant
oh yeah im not an atiny but i have acknowledged since 2020 that they have one of the best, if not the best stage presence and expressions on stage for 4th gen. i think their only worthy competitor would be stray kids actually. theyre truly one of a kind and all of them are cute especially that yeosang guy. i will definitely check out your song recommendations though!
oof the pd48 scandal is extremely complicated. to condense it in a few statements: all of the girls' rankings have been rigged since the very beginning and it was rumored that they already had their end group before the show even started. it was like this for pf48 and pdx101 (group x1) which was why x1 disbanded within a month of debuting, and izone were on hiatus for like 4 months. im not the best at explaining stuff like this haha, but i think you get it. you can check out yt or search up 'pd48 scandal', a ton of articles and videos. as for new groups, nothing has been made clear yet. theyve only made instagram handles for now and appeared on variety shows haha. as for acting career, hyewon was supposed to do acting but was forced to join pd48 so maybe she'll continue acting afterwards? nothing is confirmed yet!
lmao two similarities, its okay it counts. ah, true, i can see their similarities now that youve mentioned it, as well as how jeno is kind of like that. however, i am currently attached to jaemin so we'll see what happens from there hehe. i swerve easily.
jaemin on bubble grr, that would be a whole experience. from the bare minimum of vidoes ive seen for him wbk jaemin is so whipped for czennies. ah yes repackage! i saw the post on instagram and went to the comments to see everything screaming ‘iM bROke!’ and it was lowkey hilarious lmao. kpop is really trying to suck our money T-T.
ope the longest fic ive read is like...40k words i think? and it was by jeonginks. ill read anything eiko produces lmao, theres always so much substance in her work. ooh, tell me what you think of luvdsc’s stuff, i just finished binging their entire masterlist lmao.
seungmin vs jake yeah, i havent been catching up on skz enha content because im still obsessing over the dreamies but when that saga is over then im going to focus on my ults lmao (which might include dream soon, hehe).
yes yes i have a mechanical bluetooth keyboard that i use to connect to my computer! it literally sounds amazing lmao, its only 10am here but i feel like im going to doze off from the clickity clackitys already. i cant wait for you to get one! tell me when you do, we can match hehe.
hyuck is an aodrable brat please. hes like the best comedian of nct at this point, so hilarious and filled with variety i love him. he rose up my bias list pretty fast too. LMAO YOUR MOM IS SO COOL I LOVE HER ALREADY. if only my mom would cook for my ults’ borndays.
yes my rec blog is a mess right now, ill organize it soon haha.
omg thank you and yes my website theme is one-of-a-kind. even i get confused when i open it or edit it, and i constantly get comments about it. also i just realized our opposing theme colors and i love it! its adorable.
#long post#also im listening to love song right now haha i love it so much#also sorry for not answering yesterday hhh i got busy last night#「 asks 」#moots — [♡] ;#toffee — [♡] ;#neo-shitty
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