and why i scream

drarry748  asked:

Castiel, please love?

Not every angel is built the same, some angels are naturals (*cough* Gabriel *cough*) some fuck like primates (*AHEM* Gadreel *COUGHY COUGHY COUGHY*) And some treat bodies as if they were a math equation to be solved.

That, my dear pals, is how Castiel fucks. Your body is a Rubix cube that he wants to solve all night long. And yes, you’re gonna get tons of questions.

“You’re leaking…what is this wetness? I caused this?….Are you positive?”

“You’re screaming! Why is that good? I DON’T SCREAM WHEN I FEEL GOOD”

“Wait….nevermind I understand now, I do feel the need to scream your name…Bounce quicker, please”

Unless you want to stick with missionary, you’re going to be holding his hand through each and every sexual act, answering question after question and even having to convince him that it’s ok for him to lick your pumpum. 

I know what you’re saying, you’re glaring at me and saying “Auntie Noodle, most beautiful flower, are you telling me that sex with Castiel will always be a chore? IT WILL ALWAYS BE TEDIOUS?”

No, not at all! I’m saying that he. is. thorough. If you can stick with…..let’s say ten weeks of consistent sex of this nature, he’ll get it down, and these are his stats after getting past his skeptical phase. 

I can confidently say that his head game is…well…hm…

If that’s any indication, we can confidently say that his head game may well be up there with Dean’s (And we alllll know that Dean’s head game is A1 steaksauce.)

It helps that sometimes his nose gets “in the way”. It’ll bump and rub your clit as he slowly thrusts his tongue inside of you, sending you into orgasms far quicker than you ever hope for. I can’t neglect that tongue. It’s so long and it hits these perfect spots. If he’s not careful he’s gonna be hitting that G-spot juuuust right and will almost drown, if you catch my meaning. 

His fingers are long and callused, these beautiful digits along with that beautiful tongue makes a combination that I think should be illegal. With little effort, he’ll have your legs wobbling and your back arching off of the bed as if you’re being lifted to heaven. 

His stroke game? It’s pretty good, but he can never find a steady rhythm because he always gets too swept up in the feeling of it. His favorite position is laying on his side behind you, because it’s a half embrace, and half sexy times. What can he say, he’s a cuddler.

8.7/10 overall, 6.5/10 stroke game, 9.5/10 head game, personally he’s an 8/10 because I needs a consistent stroke game

I have exactly 4 words of a song stuck in my head and its k i l l i n g me

Right Side of Rock Bottom: SnowBaz Fanfic

This is prewritten and probably shitty. I feel shitty about myself and everything right now, so I’m sorry

“Why the hell are you even here?” Baz screams at me. We’re fighting. I hate it when we fight.

“I don’t even fucking know sometimes!” I scream back. I’m so close to breaking down. I want to cry right now, right in front of him. We get too explosive sometimes, and this happens. “I don’t even know what the fuck we’re doing right now!”

Baz shakes his head and looks away. I turn around and clutch at my stomach. I have to keep this in right now. I can feel noise building in my throat, threatening to bubble over at any minute. A hot tear escapes my eyes, and I rub it away harshly.

“I need to go,” Baz says, and I feel him push past me. I look up and see the door to our apartment close, and I hear him running down the stairs. For a moment, I don’t do anything. I look at the door, feel my throat close, and then decide.

I thrust the door open with all my might, throw it closed, and run down the stairs. I can hear Baz not far below me, and I run faster to catch up with him. At the bottom of the stairs, I catch a glimpse of him turning around the corner. I run to catch him, and he’s still walking further away when I call out to him.

He turns around quickly, and I can see him pushing whatever was coming to the surface back inside. “What?” he asks harshly.

It takes me a moment because I only remember him talking like that to me once before, but I say, “Don’t go.” He huffs indignantly, and I continue. “I want to fight. I don’t want you to just push it back inside. I want you to yell at me.”

“What the hell, Simon?” he yells. “What the hell do you expect me to say? I’m mad. I feel like you don’t listen to me sometimes. I feel like I’m screaming out into an abyss, and sometimes I don’t even know if you want this.” His voice breaks on the last word, and the next thing he says sounds like a whimper. “If you want me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut because it’s hard to look at him right now. “I do,” I say. “I do want you.” I open my eyes and see him looking down at his shoes. “Don’t make me regret coming out here.” He looks up at me, and I say, “Don’t make me regret running after you. If you don’t come back with me, and if we can’t fix this, I’ll regret it. I’ll regret it as long as I remember it.”

He doesn’t do anything for a minute. We just stare at each other in the alley, and I don’t know if I said the right thing because he isn’t moving. He isn’t moving, so I do. I walk up at him and drag him down into a big kiss, holding him and putting everything I’m feeling into it. He’s not resisting, and he’s pulling me closer to him. I finally break apart when I need air, and I press my forehead against his.

“Don’t go,” I say again. “Just come back, and we’ll talk, and we’ll figure this out. It’s what we always do.” He’s nodding his head, and I just press my lips against his, lighter this time and shorter. “Let’s go home.”

“Okay,” he mumbles, and I take his hand to lead him back home.

Me when a character gets hurt and their SO gets overprotective:

Yoi episode 10: My crops are watered, my skin is clear, world peace is attained, the earth is not poluted anymo-

*yoi episode 11 happens*