#tw ohh la la

[bloodsalteds]

dean could fall into crowley's mouth for the entire night and not care to come up for air. the way he tastes. the way their lips seem to fit like they were made for one another? it's its own brand of addiction that a pleasure addict like him could fall into craving on a dangerous level. dangerous for who? him? crowley? the poor world that'd have to deal with the mess? meh. probably all three. brown strands of hair fall through his fingers as he moves his touch along a stubbled jawline, to the shell of an ear that he traces with such gentility, you'd swear that the king of hell is crafted of porcelain that might break at the slightest rough touch. maybe those will come soon. or maybe, just maybe, they can indulge themselves in this calm. this exploration. the pleasure that rolls through his limbs is deep and tantalizingly slow. makes his back arch, toes curl.

then a hand wraps around him and begins to stroke. making it clear that he hasn't forgotten about how hard he is pressed against his hip. dean's throat vibrates with a hearty moan muffled into crowley's mouth. stiffens further in his hand. flashes flutter as his eyes roll back behind lightly closed lids. kiss broken--he opens dazed eyes to gaze into crowley's. face flushed with heat over the freckled parts of his cheekbones and nose. thighs spread further in offering as lips, wet and shining, remain parted and he grinds lightly up into the touch. not once breaking eye contact. oh, the groan that leaves him is long and damn near inhuman. dean would agree to anything requested of him in this very moment. as crowley's touch continues stroking a length that is achingly begging for more between his legs.

he listens, eyes flicking a curious stare from the movement of crowley's lips to those dark and pleading eyes. back and forth. back and forth. the request makes his hips stutter and he licks his lips, nodding as much as he can with the hand upon him--and his head pressed into a pillow and held firm by crowley's other hand. a token of love. his chest grows warm. "yes. please, yes," he murmurs back before pressing a kiss to the demon's mouth and moving his hand to crowley's shoulder. a gentle nudge for him to lay back against plush sheets and pillows. "let me make you feel so good," his hand drifts between them curling around and palming him. stroking, nudging the tip with the pad of his thumb. the things he wants to do to him would make him the envy of any last demon who'd sell their own soul to be exactly where dean is. "lay back.." and he already starts to move kissing over his chin and down his throat. towards his collarbone. it's all lips and mouth and tongue. no teeth. a soft moan when his tongue dips into the hollow of his clavicle. "..for me?"

Dean's laughs are a blessing when they lack the foreboding undertone. Nothing to question here, nothing to be suspicious of. It's refreshing, as much as it is for someone like Crowley, who constantly operates on high alert (not saying paranoia that comes with responsibility), to just sink into that bliss. Their limbs entangled, wandering hands caressing, two demons melt into another kiss not going to break anytime soon. It lacks the bittersweet taste of powerplay, only sweet. With a faint remainder of whiskey breath. And this time, Crowley doesn't even for once think about flipping Dean over to crawl on top of him. Isn't that a miracle? Call it sentiment, love even, this one thing the baddest export of Hell hasn't let anywhere near him for ages.

The fellow demon's hand in his hair, one of his own resting atop a hip... he can't resist the temptation, thanks to Dean's little grunt of anticipation, to reach between his legs. Stroke him a bit, pointedly. That alone suffices to shoot surges of arousal into his own loins; prompts a breathy groan which just escapes when he severs the kiss. But keeps lover's face close to his own, free hand anchoring him by the nape of his neck.

" What if we... ", he hesitates, squinting, then continues to speak in whispers: " What if we switch it all up a little? " The idea alone sends all kinds of tingling sensations through his meatsuit, burns hot around his ears— hell, his entire noggin! " You ", precedes a slow blink (can Dean even resist those big, pleading eyes? 9/10 bet no.). " In me. " Crowley can't get himself to say it more specificly, if namely because this is a first. He's never let anyone do that. Screw the boss? A no-go. Slowly but surely, a challenging smile surfaces and no, he hasn't ceased to touch Dean where the bathing suit goes. " Call it a token of my love. "

[frieschan]

𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. // genshin men

➳ character/s featured: ayato kamisato, diluc ragnvindr, tartaglia, zhongli x f! reader

➳ unrequested | scenario // fluff

➳ TW: not proof-read

➳ summary: you and said character have started growing close, finally they open up to you about their personal life.

➳ AN: sorry for disappearing! part 2 with thoma, kazuha, albedo, and xiao here

—AYATO KAMISATO ; pillar of fortitude !

TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n

"ahh, the lady of the HIIRAGI clan. She is a very docile and graceful woman, she tends to be very efficient in her work which I am very thankful of. I admire her patience as well, in a recent work I've heard that a third-party intervened.. Let's just say they left with whispers of admiration about lady Hiiragi heheh"

TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover

"ohh, my darling wife y/n.. you didn't know we were married? heheh, some things are just meant to be left unsaid until time is right. She is one of my greatest joys in life after a hard day at work. She always scolds me along with Ayaka whenever I overdo certain things.. What can I say? I'm a busy man after-all. I treasure her as much as I do with Ayaka, I'd fight heaven and hell over and over to protect them.. She doesn't deserve to be put against the dark abyss of this world, as her husband it is my duty to protect her.. Ahh I think I'm rambling, please forgive me."

AYAKA KAMISATO ; about Ayato's lover

"about y/n being my brother's wife? I'm so grateful that someone like her is around for my brother.. She always covers his blinds spots and takes care of him, he tends to be quite forgetful about his needs. She is like the older sister I never knew I needed.."

—DILUC RAGNVINDR ; the dark side of dawn !

TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n

"y/n.. one of the very few people I can trust."

TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover

"There are very few people I trust with this information I hope you are smart, y/n is my fiance. Shocking? Me and her have always kept it a secret as a way to protect her from.. certain targetting. I tend to keep her away from Kaeya.. He can't be trusted with anything unlike y/n."

KAEYA ALBERICH ; about Diluc's lover

"oho? Diluc's fiance? She is indeed a treasure among Mondstadt.. She's the type to glow in a room full of people, very much the opposite of dear Diluc.. It never fails to amaze me just how he managed to be with a angel like her."

—TARTAGLIA ; childe !

TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n

"She is quite a handful in battle, always brimming with surprises. She's quite a joy to fight against, you might just learn something if you try it yourself, traveler!"

TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover

"y/n is indeed my lover! my partner in crime.. my other half... nothing could ever compare to her. The joy and excitement she brings me is different from the adrenaline of duels.. yet it feels just as pleasurable. You know, my siblings just love her! Everytime I come home and she isn't with me, I become a punching dummy for the younger ones.. Sigh, they're not the only one devastated anyway. You heard about her being my lover from La Signora..?! Just another reason to steer clear of that woman. Hmph."

LA SIGNORA ; about Tartaglia's lover

"Oh? Childe's dear sweetheart? She is quite pleasant to talk to, unlike her lover.. She is quite thoughtful and caring, once when me and her were on the boat to Snezhnaya together, she had brought with her a coat for me, worrying for my wellbeing. Such a sweet and pure flower for a bloody blade like Childe."

—ZHONGLI ; vaga mundo !

TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n

"y/n? Another member of the funeral parlor. She is a lady with grace, a fine worker of the parlor indeed.. If you were to need help and I were not available, she'd be the best one to approach."

TRUST LVL. 6 ; about y/n, truth

"It seems as though you've learned the truth of y/n. It is true, she is indeed a God of Liyue, one of the last remnants of my early days... She is quite responsible for the beauty of flowers that bloom across these lands. I have been eternally grateful for her hard work all these years."

TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover

"*sigh*, I will assume Hu Tao has given you this information. y/n is my wife, my prized gem.. I've sworn to do everything in my power to protect the last bit of Morax in my life. She is one who has witnessed the ugly and beauty of my actions all these years.. yet she still has chosen to stay by my side. I refuse to lose her, I would rather give up my power as an Archon than live a life without her."

HU TAO ; about Zhongli's lover

"y/n.. one of my best workers! She's a blast to talk to unlike Zhongli, though he scowls whenever I keep her from work with my rambling.. Ai-ya! Let me get you into a little secret, y/n is actually Zhongli's wife! Crazy right? I sometimes wonder that if I tried to be as patient and pristine as y/n.. maybe I'd get more customers?"

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[nataliatan31]

Parte 27

Paige: ! , SHRIGNOLD!!! ^www^

Shrignold: hola 👋..

Tony: hola shrignold* le da una silla *

Shrignold: gracias

Colin : jeje

Larry: oye shrignold es muy probable que nos hayas escuchado y .. pues

Shrignold: no pasa nada -w-

Paige: seguro?..

Shrignold: seguro, sois mis mejores amigos del mundo

Paige: ÓwÒ

Spinach can: colin que le pasa a tu ojo derecho que no para de llorar !! O_o

Colin : ohh nada es mi hermana que está alegre Tw-""

Tony: jeje* susurra* que linda

Colin: * el ojo derecho para de llorar y se sonroja una mejilla * !!

Tony: !!! * Su mente * ostras me ha escuchado!!!

Larry: ojo se ha emocionado?

Shrignold: oye Tony porque no se lo dices en alto que es muy linda Alice 7w7

Tony: !!! *Sonrojado muchísimo* !!!!

Paige : ohhhhhhhhh !!!!!

Colin : ////0/////m////0 //"

Missy: significa que Tony es novio de Alice y Colin?

Spinach can: yo creo que si missy

Tony: * se tapa la cara de vergüenza *

Los chicos se ríen por la tontería

Shrignold: jajaja si si .... !!... Pero que....

En el fondo ve uno parecido a él pero con un traje de la realeza pero se da cuenta que está muerto y está sonriendo fijamente

Paige : shrignold estás bien?

Shrignold: si .. si .. estoy bien vamos?..

Paige: ok 👍

Los chicos pagan las cosas y se van a sus casas

Shrignold: ya estamos

Teach : hola mis niños* les da beso a missy y shrignold *

Missy: mami ^ww^

Princ : que tal * recogiendo las cosas del trabajo *

Shrignold: bien, les he presentado a mis amigos y les ha caído genial

Teach : me alegro mucho

Shrignold: ÓwÒ

Teach : * le abraza * te quiero mucho

Shrignold: y yo a ti mamá

Princ : vamos a comer a disfrutar

Missy : si ^ww^

Shrignold: jeje ^w^

Teach : gracias cariño

Princ : de nada mi amor ❤️

??: . . . Última oportunidad. . .

Colin : !! . . . Has dicho algo? . . . No. . . Pero lo has escuchado verdad?....

Si....

Alice : Yo también lo he escuchado. . .

[bloodsalteds]

"oh--okay--good," his voice is as broken as he is. head tossed back against the pillow as cas captures his mouth and he howls into the kiss feeling that digit slip in deeper. his thighs shake against cas's side as his hips rock with the motion. he's so flushed that the color of it dusts over his shoulders. his face a picture of nothing but overwhelmed bliss once their lips break apart. dean seems to chase after it until another push of castiel's finger inside of him has his neck craned to the side, chest desperately heaving in a breath that passes through his lips in a moan of the angel's name. his knee can still feel the same ghost of castiel's lips as his mouth can. calves tighten and then melt completely, the free one falling to the side leaving him open for the angel's gaze, his fingers, his touch.

pupil-swallowed green splits open as his gaze returns back up to castiel's hearing his voice. hearing that PRAISE and he mumbles out a, "so do you...," as his hips rock with the sensation as he loosens and the glide becomes easy. smooth. all the way in. the brushes along his perineum? each stroke combined with how he is starting to push back only cause the stomach heating drag of pleasure to double inside of him and his erection throbs--that gathering of wet at the tip slides down his shaft. clear and thick. he's still writhing when castiel withdraws his finger to coat the other and he can barely think of anything but wanting it back as soon as it's gone.

his hands lift. one gripping at castiel's arm by his lifted knee. the other holding fast to the sheet instead of the pillow. he can't look away from where castiel's hand once again disappears between his legs. the circling of his finger makes dean suck in a breath through teeth that bury themselves in his bottom lip. expression a pinch browed look of need until two enter him and he feels so full he can barely hold himself back from begging to come right then and there. his lip snaps free. "cas!" but the sound isn't a stop. or a warning. it's a plea for more. full of pleasure as his eyes dart to cas peppering kisses on his knee to that space once again and then back. "fuck. oh fuck!" he's even tighter around cas's pointer and middle finger. but all he knows is he never wants it to stop. and he wants them deeper. a twitch of ache soon melts into heaven. the grip on cas's arm clenches like he's holding on for dear life. "go..." he pushes back, "deeper.."

                         A SURPRISED GASP IS PUNCHED OUT OF HIM WHEN HE FEELS DEAN TIGHTEN DELIBERATELY AROUND HIS FINGER. Castiel didn't know you could do that; well, it's logical, of course, but he never thought about how amazing this little act could feel applied to his erection and now he can't stop thinking about it, eyes dropping back down to his hand. His face is flushed, his eyes a little glassy and far away. Oh, oh, this is going to be his end, he just knows it. "Yes," he says, "it feels excellent." Then he leans down a little to catch Dean's lips for a deep, keyed-up kiss, his finger moving in and out a couple of times until it feels nice and loose enough that he dares push his index in a little deeper — as much as Castiel wants to feel Dean around himself immediately, he knows he has to be patient. He wants to be patient; Dean was very understanding and supportive of Castiel's first time, after all.

                             His gaze stays on Dean's flushed face; now and then, his eyes dart a quick glance down to watch himself sink into Dean till the knuckle, but they always stray back to his face, drinking in the way he pants and blinks and licks his kiss-swollen lips. The sight shoots little thrills of pleasure down Castiel's spine, his erection already eagerly curving up toward his belly again, but he ignores it for now: The only thing that counts is Dean. "You look breathtaking," he tells him solemnly. Castiel wishes he could take a picture of it. Maybe later. He should probably ask first, too.

                                 The glide of his finger soon becomes easy; the special lubricant was a brilliant idea for Castiel doubts common olive oil would have had the same effect. His index pumps a handful of times more, his thumb brushing over the perineum whenever he's all the way in before Castiel thinks it's time for a little more. He grabs the black bottle again, applies some more lube, and then circles the ring of muscle carefully. "Tell me if it's too much," he says before he slowly pushes index and middle finger inside, his unoccupied left hand coming up to cradle Dean's thigh, his lips peppering little kisses to the knee resting on Castiel's shoulder.

[embalmics]

a lil ohhh la la side blog?

// laura deserves one, gdi. why? cause she can. and she's amazing. and beautiful and an independent, rad corpse of a lady. (or sometimes living..depends, okay?!) a woman this badass cannot be contained.

welcome to this page. please do not hang out here if you are not over the age to be here. or to be writing with me. which is 18+ and 21+ if you are gonna be a romantic ship partner of mine. let's not make it weird! :D

otherwise. this is just a place for the random thought bubbles, posts, drabbles and threads of this kind of nature. used to do this back in the day for most of my blogs but now that it's catching on. here we are! all the same rules apply! (clicky click!) thank ya so much!

memes. inspiration. desires. answered memes. more sometime soon!

** tw ohh la la tag still applies here. as it states in the rules. cause it's corny and i dig it.

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

Medic & Spy moodboards 🤍🖤

[habithlarry]

Hola de nuevo, te hice una pregunta hace poco y a lo que me refiero es que en una red social, dentro de un grupo de larries estaban hablando de cómo está la situación con H y O se van a presentar las cosas igual o parecidas a cómo fue todo en 2015. Espero me entiendas y tengas un muy buen día 💙

Ohh lo siento si era en tw, no tengo, por lo tanto no tengo idea que hablen ahí pero veamos, sigo sin comprender en que se va parecer porque en 2015 tuvimos el quiebre eleounor, luego se vino lo de babygate, y los osos, no tuvimos un pr parecido con Harry excepto a final de año con Kendall que fue la winter gf de ese año, ese stunt en realidad duro como una semana lo del yate, luego salieron artículos blablabla, luego el supuesto "hackeo" y fin ya no se volvió hablar de eso, te refieres a eso?

Gracias anon!!❣️

[hbcu-dance-love]

Collection of HBCU Bands and Dance  Teams

I have created a list of all of the HBCU band and dance teams and put them all in one place. If I have missed anyone or got a team or band name wrong please let me know.

1.    Tuskegee University Band: Marching Crimson Piper Band Dance: Crimson Piperettes TW: Twirling Divas Basketball Dance Team: Golden Essence Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

2.    Alabama A&M University Band: Marching Maroon and White “Showband of the South” Dance: Dancin’ Divas Color Guard: Fabulous Flags Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

3.    Talladega College Band: Marching Tornado Band Dance: Dega Diamonds Basketball Dance Team: Crimsonnette Dance Team Conference: Gulf Coast Athletic Conference (GCAC)

4.    Alabama State University Band: Mighty Marching Hornets Dance: Stingettes Color Guard: Honey Bees Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

5.    Miles College Band: The Purple Marching Machine Dance: Golden Stars Flags: Steaming Flags Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC) 

6.    University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff Band: The Musical Machine of the Mid-South Dance: Golden Girls Color Guard: 24 Karat Golden Silks Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

7.    Delaware State University Band: Approaching Storm Dance: The “D’Elegance Color Guard: Sweet 16 Conference: Mid – Eastern Athletic Conference (MECA)

8.    Howard University Band: Showtime Band Dance: Ohh La La Dancers Color Guard: Cannot find team name Basketball Dance Team: Howard University Bisonette Dance Ensemble Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic Conference (MECA)

9.    Florida A&M University Band: Marching 100 Basketball Dance Team: Venom Pom Squad Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic

10.   Bethune – Cookman University Band: Marching Wildcats Dance: 14 Karat Gold Dancers Color Guard: The Sophisticated Corp Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)   11.   Edward Waters College Band: Triple threat Marching Band Dance: Tiger Dolls or Purple Passion (I have seen them go by both names. Need clarification) Dancers (Plus Size): Purple Thunder Conference: Gulf Coast Athletic Conference

12.   Fort Valley State University Band: Blue Machine Marching Band Dance: Dancing Doll Divas (3D) Color Guard: Blue Pearls Basketball Dance Team: PHASES Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

13.   Savannah State University Band: Coastal Empire Sound Explosion Dance: Sapphire Twirlers: Tiger Streak Basketball Dance Team: The Officials Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

14.   Clark – Atlanta University Band: Mighty Marching Panther Band Dance: Essence Dance Line Flags: Silver Breeze Flag Line Twirlers: Star Twirler Basketball Dance Team: Onyx Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

15.   Kentucky State University Band: Thorobred Express Dance: K’Rette Dancers Flag: Silkettes Basketball Dance Team: Golden Girlz Dance Team Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

16.   Southern University Band: The Human Jukebox Dance: The Fabulous Dancing Dolls Basketball Dance Team: The Gold’N Bluez Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

17.   Grambling State University Band: Tiger Marching Band Dance: Orchesis Dance Company Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

18.   Morgan State University Band: Magnificent Marching Machine Dance: Foxxy Dancers Color Guard: Cannot find official name Basketball Dance Team: Morganettes Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

19.   Bowie State University Band: Symphony of Soul Dance: D.I.V.A Flags: Sensational Color Guard Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

20.   Mississippi Valley State Band: Mean Green Marching Machine Dance: Satin Dolls Color Guard: Valley Angels Flag Corp Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

21.   Jackson State University Band: Sonic Boom of the South Dance: The Prancing J-Settes Basketball Dance Team: Lady Dazzlers Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)   22.     Alcorn State University Band: Sounds Of Dyn-O-mite Marching Band Dance: The Golden Girls Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

23.   Lincoln University (MO) Band: Marching Musical Storm (MO) Dance: Cannot find official name Color Guard: Cannot find official name Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

24.   North Carolina A&T State University Band: Blue and Gold Marching Machine Dance: Golden Delight or Facebook Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

25.   Fayetteville State University Band: Marching Bronco Express Dance: Royal Treasure Dancers Color Guard: Crown Jewels Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

26.   North Carolina Central University Band: Sound Machine Dance: Eclipse Dancers Conference: Mid-Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

27.   Saint Augustine’s University Band: Superior Sound Marching Band Dance: Cannot find official name Color Guard: Cannot find official name Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

28.        Elizabeth City State University Band: The Marching Sound of Class Dance: Allure Color Guard: Allure Flag Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)      

29.        Winston-Salem State University Band: The Red Sea of Sound Dance: Scarlet Lace Color Guard: Silky Smooth Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

30.        Central State University Band: Invincible Marching Marauders Dance: Dancing Belles/The Black Diamonds Color Guard: Cannot find team name Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

31.        Langston University Band: Marching Pride Dance: The Golden Feline Dancers Color Guard: Flash of Fire Flag Line Conference: Red River Athletic Conference

32.        Lincoln University (PA) Band: Orange Crush Roaring Lions Dance: Crush Groove Color Guard: Cannot find team name Basketball Dance Team: Onyx Dance Troupe Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (CIAA)   33.        South Carolina State University Band: Marching 101 Dance: Champagne Color Guard: Electric Silk Basketball Dance Team: Sapphire Pom Squad Conference: Mid – Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

34.        Benedict College Band: Marching Tiger Band of Distinction Dance: Sweet Sensation Color Guard: Divine Silk Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

35.        Tennessee State University Band: Aristocrat of Bands Dance: Sophisticated Ladies Color Guard: Royal Elegance Flag Corp Basketball Dance Team: Tiger Gems Conference: Ohio Valley Conference

36.        Lane College Band: Marching Quiet Storm Dance: Sensational Ladies of Fire Conference: Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Conference (SIAC)

37.        Prairie View A&M University Band: The Marching Storm Dance: The Black Foxes Color Guard: Twirling Thunder Basketball Dance Team: Panther Dolls Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)   38.        Texas Southern University Band: The Ocean of Soul Dance: Motions Conference: Southwestern Athletic Conference (SWAC)

39.        Virginia Union University Band: Ambassadors of Sound Marching Band Dance: Divine Elegance Color Guard: Steel Divine Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

40.        Norfolk State university Band: Spartan Legion Dance: Hot Ice TW: Spartan Guards Conference: Mid – Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

41.        Hampton University Band: The Marching Force Dance: Ebony Fire Conference: Mid – Eastern Athletic Conference (MEAC)

42.       Virginia State University   Trojan Explosion Marching Band Dance: Essence of Troy Dancers Basketball Dance Team: Trojan Fire Dance Team Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

43.        Livingstone College    Band: Marching Blue Thunder Dance: Blue Elegance Conference: Central Intercollegiate Athletic Association (CIAA)

[bloodsalteds]

she squeezes him so tight that he can feel every muscle of her heat adjusting against the thickness he's filled her with. lips part and he shoves his tongue up against the back rows of his teeth to keep from making any sound other than a grunt as rocks up into her. deeper. his head falls to the side, more of his throat given in offering as she kisses and sucks little marks into his flesh. he has to recover from a head to toe SHUDDER before he reaches down and grips her thigh in one palm while holding the back of her head and using his fingers in her hair to press their mouths together.

he grins at her oh fuck that completely erases the common sense part of her protest. his spine curves as sparks fly through his limbs. fuck, indeed. and he has to move. more. more. his thrusts start out slow, barely pulling out of her before he's buried right back just as deep. in long, mind swimming strokes that let him feel every part of her sucking him in. moving along him. warm heat his for the taking and he starts to pick up speed. power. behind every push of his hips once a burning urgency starts to build within seconds of feeling her moving, pushing down against him.

jules sinks her teeth into his shoulder and his head falls back, dean's mouth slams shut and he bites into his bottom lip as his thrusts bounce erratically between her thighs the longer she bites him and the ache and burn from her mouth runs along his shoulder. round eyes fall to catch sight of her as she cries out forcing the hand that's gripping her thigh to keep her open for him to move to her mouth. palm capturing her lips to muffle any other potential noises, he grazes nails against her scalp and presses a kiss to the backs of his fingers. "just like that..," his lips graze over his knuckles--darkened gaze locked on hers as he bucks into her feeling the coil of his release settle low in his body and then the heat spread as it begins to rise.

"sweeheart.." he whispers quietly. but she's close enough to hear his broken tone as eye roll white. his fingers clamp down as he pushes in and keeps himself buried, rolling and grinding against her so their bodies connect and stay that way. it does him no favors. fuck he can barely hold himself back. "cum for me..."

his whispered command sends a shiver feathering up and down julianna's spine , lips pursed against the flat of his palm as she nods eagerly and obediently . ❝ yes sir , ❞ she murmurs , words muffled and desperate as they're whimpered against her husband's skin . each movement of his hands trails flames across silken gooseflesh , the huntress already fighting every urge not to release a pent up moan as he gets straight to the point - preparing himself and his girl in a tantalizing , frenzied hurry . the friction of dean lining himself up with her entrance elicits a wave of pleasure , increased tenfold in an instant as he pushes in deep .

it takes every ounce of restraint not to cry out as he slips past her entrance , eye contact shattered as her visage burrows into the crook of his neck . ❝ fuck , dean . . . ❞ his name , though quiet , is drawn out into a muffled whine as she rapidly adjusts to his length . tender kisses pepper the column of his neck , a couple of indigo swatches blossoming in the wake of the trail she leads back up to his mouth . trembling lips flatten , rolling inward as she fights off another cry before locking fervently with those of her lover .

it is all too difficult to stifle each moan which threatens to burst forth into the air , whimpered giggles escaping into the mouth of the older hunter . ❝ we can't keep doing this with him sleeping right th - oh , fuck . . . ❞ the thought evaporates entirely as dean hits just the right angle , hips driving downward as her walls stretch and convulse around his significant length . pearlescent crowns sink into a broad shoulder , a last ditch effort to muffle the cry which manages to escape despite her best attempts . jules freezes , optics bashful and wide as she peers up at him and waits for any sign of stirring from outside the bathroom door ; though hardly a second later lids are once more fluttering with ecstasy as she continues to take him to the hilt .

[imperfectlyperfectlnh]

TW: @sharoncrazylol

Hoy estaba recordando como era estar entre sus brazos, tu me abrazas fuerte, pero no como ella, ella era mi musa, la princesa de mis reinos, estar con ella era como estar drogada, el nivel más alto, tu eres hermosa y ella es una diosa, no te comparo, pero bebé, ella es mejor que tú, la quiero a ella, te necesito junto a mi, ohh darling, eres mi diosa, ohh darling, eres mi diosa, diosa de sueños, te necesito junto a mi ahora, ahora, oh si justo ahora, cariño te quiero, oh cariño te quiero conmigo justo ahora, eres perfección, de mis diosas la mejor, tus labios rojos me vuelven loca, oh cariño eres tan dulce, quisiera tenerte justo aquí, provar tu dulzura, oh cariño solo pretendes que no me amas, vi tu perfil la última ves y te recordé, recordé como era tu piel, suave, recordé como eras junto a mi, eras perfecta, perfecta para mi, oh bebé nadie será mejor que yo, te quiero justo aquí a mi lado, bebé quiero tu dulzura, probar tus labios, probar tu piel y mas allá, ese día el peor de mi vida, peleamos, perdí mi vida, aún te extraño, y sé que me extrañas también, oh cariño si no fuéramos tan orgullosas, estarías aquí, estarías aún aquí conmigo, conmigo en lugar de ella, te amo bebé, te necesito conmigo, todo fuera mejor, oh diosa todo fuera mejor junto a ti, te amo, te quiero junto a mi, te amo, pero no es suficiente, te amo, pero tu ya no a mi.

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[bloodsalteds]

soon as castiel promises him that he has him. that he's got him. dean nods against the pillow--eyes round as he stares up at the ceiling. waiting--WANTING. he doesn't have to wait too long. a shock of ecstasy crashes through his body like lighting once cas's finger picks back up again. dean's entire frame jerks and then hips begin to roll and grind against cas's body. any point of contact he can get to. the thigh against the angel's side tightens in his efforts. a pink tongue runs along his bottom lip before he bites down on it. hard. head lifting off the pillow, green eyes stare up at cas with a look of pure adoration. as if the angel is the only thing in the universe that exists. that this and him have devoured every piece of dean and he willingly handed himself over on a plate. because this is all he wants. all he NEEDS.

writhing underneath him, he chases after the ripples of pleasure starting from a warm belly and then spreading through his limbs completely enthralled with how it feels. how cas is making him feel. a groan of protest is cut short with a quick kiss to his jaw and a promise for more. he hears the lid snap open again. his attention languidly turns towards a glistening finger just as cas settles between his legs again. and a look of determination written on the angel's face as dean's heart pumping hard in his chest. the moment that slick fingertip breaches him? dean's lips part and he's so overwhelmed, he doesn't make a sound other than a gasp that quivers on the exhale. long lashes dip down as his gaze moves down his torso and he can see where castiel's hand disappears between his legs.

"oh.. oh my f---," he chokes as cas's voice cuts in. telling him he's tight in a tone that makes dean shiver when combined with those fucking words. it sends him sky high. his back arches and the calf against cas's side lifts as that leg hooks itself over the angel's shoulder. the opposite knee falls open. there's no way he can keep himself together long enough to tighten it. his hands grip at the back of the pillow. "yeah.. yeah it's okay.." his voice is thick. heavy breathed. "does it feel good?" his eyes get torn away from where cas's hand is hidden away from view to fixate back on those oceans of blue. he tightens around that digit as soon as eye contact is made and a moan fills the heated air between their bodies. his hips roll slightly. testing. feeling.

                              DEAN MAKES VERY GOOD NOISES. Castiel sucks the nipple between his lips, massaging it with his bottom lip a little before teeth gently graze over the hard flesh, followed by his tongue soothing the little pinch. And because it feels really good in his mouth, Castiel does it all over again, eyes glued to Dean's face to see his reaction because that's what brings him even more delight than the sweet sounds, a sight that shoots right through him and into his slowly refilling length. He thinks he could do this for hours. Having orgasms is amazing, but he gets just as much joy out of watching Dean feel great about something he does, knowing that it's his lips and teeth and hands that make him lose his mind and forget everything around them.

                               Just as Castiel forgets about his hand for a minute, his finger stilling between Dean's buttocks because he's so focused on his chest and pecs. Dean's husky, begging voice reminds him along the little needy roll of his lips. "I've got you, Dean," he promises gravelly, picking back up what he neglected: His index starts to rub at the tight ring of muscle again, drawing loose circles into the flesh until he has Dean writhing beneath his touch. I'm doing this, he thinks in a daze. Nobody else did this before me.

                                 They're still a long way from what they want to do in the end, though, and so Castiel pulls his hand away, planting a short, apologetic kiss on Dean's jaw, before he opens the bottle of lubricant again and adds another big drop to his finger — just to be on the safe side. His hand is determined this time as he reaches between Dean's legs, unerringly finds his goal, and slowly pushes his index inside — carefully, gently, watching Dean's reaction like a hawk. "You're so—," he breathes, going a little cross-eyed, "tight." And hot, and the generous amount of lubricant makes it nice and slippery, and Castiel pushes until his first knuckle before he draws back again, wanting Dean to get used to this first before he gives him more. "Is that okay?"

[bloodsalteds]

'of course, dean.'

after a brief nod, dean watches--spellbound--as cas raises his leg and his mouth peppers a kiss that falls upon his knee. then his neck cranes against the pillow as the wet heat of cas's mouth moves along his thigh, his hip, and higher. higher. until their lips crash against one another's and dean is eagerly opening his to accept castiel's tongue and let it taste how much he wants him. how much he wants this. a heated groan moves hot breath over castiel's mouth as the angel catches his lip in his and sucks against it. fuck! that sensation alone ripples through his spine and makes long lashes flutter wildly before his eyes pinch shut. fuck, he can't breathe. and he doesn't care. the sensations driving him higher and higher only make him starved for more.

cas grinding against him pushes a wrinkle of want on his brow. and he curves the small of his back until he's pressed in tightly against the angel's form hands lift to fan his fingers through dark hair as he chases after the kiss until he sees the bottle and hears it click. through lust-drunk forest green eyes, dean watches cas make his finger glisten with the contents. his hands, now free, take hold of him. one on castiel's shoulder while the other strokes down his chest. knees split open as one leg shifts along the angel's side. he feels that touch exploring him. testing where to touch, where to stroke. his chest sucks in a breath that trembles it's way out of him in a shuddering moan. "cas.." voice lower and rough still from his enjoyment of being on his knees moments earlier fills castiel's ears.

dean turns his head against the pillow and lets out another, louder noise. a sound of pleasure. unabashed pleasure. one that gets cut open with a shout of delight once cas's mouth closes over his nipple. dean bucks against him on instinct, hips rolling and his cock twitching at the the sparks that flood his torso and dance through his limbs. fingers bury themselves in castiel's hair once more. others curl into cas's shoulder in a graze of all five fingernails over the angel's flesh. "yes! yes..," comes the answer as that aching length glistens at the tip without so much of a touch and barely there friction. he flinches against cas's finger, body reacting in a way that has dean's toes curled as his fingers tighten in the silken hair they grip. "i need..," he begs in a whine that's a pitch he barely recognizes as his own. how the hell is he supposed to handle more when this feels so damn good he can barely take it? a clouded thought in a dazed mind that couldn't care less. "more.."

                             CASTIEL DOESN'T MIND DEAN MOVING HIS LEGS AWAY. There are more than two dozen different positions to have intercourse in, and he's sure every single one has its perks. If Dean deems it better to start with something else, then Castiel is all up for that. He kisses back, short and sweet, and he doesn't entirely understand why there's nervousness creeping into Dean's voice at his brief explanation. It's a very natural thing to do, right? And Dean wants it? But then he remembers that the hunter hasn't done it this way before, which essentially makes him a virgin, and it's also natural virgin behavior to be nervous about the act. They all are, at least in the movies. 

                                "Of course, Dean," Castiel promises solemnly. He'll take his sweet time, whatever is necessary to make Dean feel good and safe about this. He lifts Dean's left leg again, just a little, and presses an open-mouthed kiss to his kneecap because it's there and because Castiel doesn't differentiate between body parts: He loves Dean's knee just as much as he loves the soft skin under his bellybutton, his wrist, or the back of his neck. More hot kisses follow suit as he moves his way up Dean's thigh, over his hips, and along his ribs, until he finds Dean's mouth again. Castiel's tongue dips inside, licking behind Dean's teeth, catching his lower lip and gently sucking as he presses in close until his half-hard erection is snugly nestled against Dean's buttocks. And Castiel can't help himself, it's just an intoxicating feeling, so he rolls his hips a little against Dean to get some sweet friction.

                               Sighing into the kiss, Castiel fumbles for the small bottle of lubricant because if this feels already so fantastic, he wants to know what the real deal will be like. He clicks the bottle open, squirts a generous amount on his index finger, and then settles down next to Dean again so he can comfortably reach between his legs, fingertip grazing the perineum loosely until he finds the ring of tight muscle. He gingerly rubs over it, spreading the lube a little. Yes, he can see now why it needs some preparation; Dean is definitely not relaxed enough to accept his length (much less his girth). "Is that okay, Dean?" he murmurs, leaning down to lick over his nipple because it's begging for attention.

[bloodsalteds]

hearing his name come from above him stirs something buried inside of him. it's wound up in the pit of his stomach, deep. and it bursts its way into his chest up his spine and into his brain. his entire frame buckles just once with the sound echoing in his ears. a moan, muffled and full of cas's length, rumbles from his throat and over the angel's skin. green eyes blink, lashes fluttering as he sees the angel's belly tighten and the way his eyes darken as they watch him sucking against him. swallowing more as the taste sinks any thought about his knee and how it might feel later out of his head. that's long gone. all he knows now is that he wants to hear his name like that again and see cas drift off the way he is as he swallows against him, tasting more as the wet from his tongue swirls around the ridge of castiel's tip.

the thumb tracing his bottom lip? dean is spellbound by the feeling. encouraged by it as his head begins to move earnestly, a bit of spit gathering against the angel's finger as he works him. sucking. licking. tasting. fingers grip the outsides of the angel's thighs for anything to hold onto and dean's sounds of pleasure begin to become endless. grunts and moans between pants through his nose. he has to pause once to swallow but it isn't for long and he falls right back into the motion, tongue curling against the thick vein underneath.

there it is. his name. castiel's plea. joined with a hand on his cheek? dean's brows shove together and he groans thick and heavy, yielding to the thrust with a desperate flick and gulp, nose inhaling as he stares up into those stormy blues and relaxes. pleading in his own expression for cas to give into what he wants. he has his out. he's not taking it. his heart's racing. freckled shoulders and temples now turning pale pink as he pulls back to the point where cas nearly slips out only to take him in again. further. sucking harder. oh this is damn near too fucking much. his eyes fall closed as throat muscles work to force down the taste that's already coated his mouth. then swing open again. please written over his gaze as his lips remain firmly wrapped in place.

                              THERE ARE BETTER POSITIONS TO DO THIS IN. Kneeling on the cold, hard floor that probably was last cleaned half a year ago, if the questionable stains are anything to go by, can't be good for Dean's permanently fucked-up knee, and yet he's down in front of Castiel, ignoring how this will be uncomfortable pretty soon just to make the angel feel good. It turns his brain to mush in a way that has nothing to do with the prospect of getting his penis sucked. "Dean," he murmurs, his hand covering Dean's on his hip, gently squeezing as if to say thanks. For the blowjob? For wanting to make Castiel feel good despite his own discomfort? Who knows.

                           Then Dean slips the tip into his mouth, and a frizzly sensation of lust zick-zacks up Castiel's spine, making the muscles in his belly jump involuntarily. "Oh," he pants, staring transfixed as more and more of his length disappears between Dean's lips, and the look he's giving Castiel is downright filthy –– like he's enjoying this as much as the angel. The hand, which has been hanging uselessly at his side, comes up to cup Dean's cheek, his thumb carefully brushing over the plush lower lip — he can feel himself moving inside Dean's mouth, and that's just scandalous, salacious; it makes Castiel see stars.

                                 "Dean — Dean, please." Castiel does not want a slow build-up, a drawn-out session of low-simmering pleasure. He wants to chase the lust right over the cliff immediately. The hand, that has been covering Dean's on his hip, comes up to cradle his face now too, his gaze jumping between Dean's eyes and his beautiful, beautiful lips. Castiel might be holding Dean's head now, but it's gentle, careful, offering him a way out as he can't help himself but slowly roll his hips into the sweet, wet heat.

[bloodsalteds]

did he just find a ticklish spot? he did. didn't he? damn. from all the things he's discovered about castiel in all their time together? before and after they became this? discovering this part about him has to be one of his absolute favorite, most endearing things he's ever uncovered. dean resists the urge to go back and do it again. (he will later. or at times when cas isn't paying attention and dean wants attention.) but his hand went for cas's length instead and is still there through it all. fingers deftly stroking him as he pleads for him to stand having to shove the thoughts of what's to come to the back of his mind. because..

he's getting too hard. too aching between his own legs at the images that keep bouncing around and coming to that spot right behind his mind's eye where he can feel that touch like a phantom over his skin. create the sensation in his mind to the point where he might make a noise. like he did earlier tonight. in a rather in opportune time. (read: while he was driving.) the kiss cas captures his mouth with short circuits his brain. has his hand coming to a halt as he fights to catch up. teeth finding cas's lip. his tongue curled against the angel's and then finding the ridge of his bottom teeth and tracing it. god damn. the way he tastes is addictive. all he wants is more.

their bed gives as cas stands like he was asked to. dean grins in excitement but allows himself the indulgent pause to roam his gaze over the angel's form. this is what the sculptors were trying to capture when they took to marble and artists when they picked up a brush. poor bastards. they didn't come close. because seeing him there? hard and fully on display for HIM and only him? that's a sight that would bring the world to their knees in prayer if they were promised that the moment they crossed the pearly gates. and so once he rises off the bed himself? dean falls to his. on the floor beside the bed. fingers reach up to curl against cas's hip bones. head tilted back and gaze aimed up castiel's torso to fix on his. dean captures the tip of him in his mouth, sucking gently and going heavy-lidded at the way the taste fills his mouth immediately. but he doesn't close his eyes. not yet. not even if he has to force them open as his grip spreads and roams to his sides. his head bobs once, twice. he'd pray more often if this was how it could be done.

                           GOOSEBUMPS BREAK OUT WHERE DEAN'S LIPS ARE TOUCHING HIM, and he can't stop the almost inaudible little giggle that escapes his throat when Dean mouths at his earlobe. A shiver shoots down the side of his neck, not unlike the pleasure he usually feels when Dean uses his lips to make him feel good, but underlaid with something else that makes him want to pull away. No, Castiel doesn't know yet what being ticklish means, and that feeling confuses him a great deal. 

                             The confusion is blown away rather quickly when Dean reaches for his erection, though, replaced by a needy little thrust up into those sweet fingers and a sharp intake of breath. "Okay," he agrees gravely, his head spinning by the mental image of Dean as the customer and himself as the Handyman who is supposed to repair the broken sink but gets a little distracted by matters of the flesh. That's fine because Dean doesn't actually have a broken sink in the first place, and if Castiel accidentally explodes the light bulbs again — well, they're prepared this time and got a whole box of new ones in the trunk of the Impala.

                             "Standing up — yes, okay." He catches Dean's mouth for another kiss first, though, licks behind his teeth and sucks at his lower lip in wild anticipation of what they're about to do before he drops the little bottle of lubricant on the mattress and gets off the bed, now standing next to it a little awkwardly (not that he'd realize it). Taste you. Does Dean offer fellatio? Castiel is more than okay with that.