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ashenhalo replied to your post “.”

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My opinion of you.

I think you're a wonderful person and I love talking to you. We've just started rping and ugh, I'm so glad that I followed you. You're such a wonderful person and writer in general. I just want to hug you right now because I know you're going through so much and I wish I could be there in person for you. I just want you to know that I am always here  for you if you ever want to talk or need someone to talk to. Keep your head held him baby. I promise everything will get better. :)

 I love you <3

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ashenhalo replied to your photo: This is Baby. She’s only a few months old, and...

very gorgeous snake~

whispers thank you

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Vulnerable || Castiel & Lydia

               She was silent as she walked along the damp sidewalk, splashing through the small puddles of water that seemed to grow. The umbrella that she carried, prevented her hair from being soaked as well as her clothing. Lydia Martin, just a girl of only eighteen had been out for a small walk to clear her mind of what stress that she had going on. Mainly it was about school and her mother said it would be good for her to get out. Walking seemed to always help and for once, her mother seemed to awknowledge the girl's life a bit. The streets were quite busy for a rainy night and no matter where the strawberry blonde went, she was running into someone. Eventually she turned the corner and saw a man who had nothing but the hood of his jacket covering him. He looked as if he was freezing and considering the fact that it was raining and he looked pretty soaked, he had to have been. She swallowed hard as she slowly walked towards him and just as she was about to pass him, she turned to him and gave him a soft smile. There was this feeling that the girl had. One that she couldn't figure out. He seemed alone, confused and a little afraid. She gently held out her hand towards him. Was she insane for doing this? Yes considering he was a complete stranger but there was this hint of light to him and even as a banshee, she could tell there was a difference between what was dark and what was light. "Hi, you look like you're freezing. Would you..like a place to stay?"

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ashenhalo liked your post “I think I’m gonna make an Roleplay Helper blog.  Where I do gif hunts...”

is that an offer

cuz we could make it a 'cas and meg' help thing because cute things

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ashenhalo replied to your post: moans~

breathes heavily; I would of liked you to continue I wouldn’t of minded bro

/chuckles evilly ~

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moans~

Send me “Moan” and I’ll generate a number!

Five: My muse dominates yours

Green eyes had been fixated on the angel all night. He’d be lying if he had said he didn’t want to experiment with the man for a long time, but his denial was much stronger than the feelings he’d probably never admit to having towards the other. This night was different though, from all the other ones. He’d always watch as the angel sat on the edge of the bed as the hunter fished through piles of papers, even as he drank or rambled on about things from the past or attack plans. He found it rather nice really, to have him sitting there, to know he would always be sitting there, listening to him, watching him.

This time it’d been the drinking, lots of drinking as he went though a particularly thick text that was as dull as an unsharpened blade to read. It didn’t help that he was little tipsy either, and couldn’t help but turn around every 5 seconds to see what the angel was doing. “Yanno’ Cas.. you’ve been watching me fer’ hours..” He blinked slowly, turning his head over to meet the others in a fairly heavy staring contest.

It lasted for a rather long time, the angel not seeming to give up, even as the hunter stood from his chair and took a few steps closer. The angel watched him, finally parting his lips. “Well what would you want me to-” But he was cut off by the man pulling his shirt off, carelessly tossing it to the floor.

The angel took this as meaning he was going to bed and went to stand, nervously casting his gaze to the floor. “I’m-” "I told you about the way you looked at me before Cas." The hunter mumbled before the angel could leave in a rush. The angel cast him a look filled with confusion. “What are you-” But he was cut off again when Dean approached him, causing him to back right back into the edge of the bed. “When you all locked me in the Panic Room..” Hands idly went to the others tie, loosening it and causing the angel to look up at him in confusion, but not disapproval. “Dean, I thought you said-” Hunters hands peeled off the trench coat. “..you liked personal space..” And next the suit jacket, a hot exhale brushing against the the angel’s face as green eyes looked into blue. “Do you want me to stop Cas?” Voice was low, quiet, and hands which let the fabric slip between then threatened to let go. The angel looked a little nervous, but shook his head no.

That was all he needed, fingers testing the angel by unbuttoning the dress shirt slowly. In his rather drunken state the hunter seemed to like to tease, he wanted to see the other as frustrated as he was, about all this. The angels fingers pushed his away, undoing the buttons quickly. Dean let his fingers pull away the fabric, let his eyes take in the others body before looking up at him again. Castiel didn’t know what to do, his mind going back to the pizza man before he felt himself being roughly shoved onto the bed. And then Dean was on top of him, straddling him and forcefully pressing him back down onto the bed when he tried to raise for a kiss.

“Keep watching me Cas.." The smell of alcohol swirled all around him, hands slowly going down to his belt buckle to undo it just as slow. Green eyes were fixated on the angel’s and the angel looked back. The hunter’s expression didn’t change, head only lulled to the side as he slipped off his own belt and undid his jeans. This was torture and Castiel wasn’t going to stand for it, so again he rose but this time to try and throw the other down on the bed but was surprised when his wrists were gripped up and slammed back onto the bed, and tongue was trailing up his bare chest and over a nipple. The angel took in a deep breath, then a quicker one when he felt the other grind against his hips.

For the rest of the night Castiel stayed on his back (until of course he was turned over onto his stomach.) He could have very well took over if he wanted to, dominated the Winchester like he seemed to be bent on doing to him. But there was something about letting the other be in control that made the angel give in. He’d had his fleeting thoughts about the Winchester, what he’d like to do to him, what he’d like to have done to him. At least for now half of his fantasies could be explored, and he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.