Kimbah358

He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed. He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head. He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips, He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips. As my legs are up high in the air, I feel like I have no worries or cares. He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell, & I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.

We drift in silence on wings of red dripping wine and lust from the feathered bed, the torn up mattress littered with stains like the tears of the thighs and the ones from your head, when my fingers are talons and still you beg for the scratch and the grasp until love is just dregs at the end of the shot glass when you've taken the pain and now all that is left is to open your legs. I wear your halo around my wrists, bound behind my back as your scent comes in drifts the perfume of heat and the blood on your neck, on my column you crumble until your tears are mist, where were the days when it was my lips you kissed and you'd paint me with lo

Throwing on her favourite black hoodie, she rubbed her wrists and tugged on some sneakers. She slipped on some glasses and grabbed the flask which contained coffee, the waking beverage. Soft, autumn leaves fell before her, scattered across the floor. She was going back to the bunker with Team Free Will. Nervous was an understatement. It was her day back after being submitted into intensive care at the hospital after a rowdy hunt. Vampires and wendigos weren't the nicest things to go against alone. Now she had a scar going from her back to her chest, twirling. Oh she may be weary Them young girls they do get wearied Wearing that same old mi

She's beautiful ( Castiel x Winchester!Reader + Brother!Dean&Sam) (y/n) = your name (example: Ellie) (e/c) = your eye color/colour (example: green) (h/c) = your hair color/colour (example: black) – Castiel was confused. The reaction of his vessel when he saw you – the fast beating of his heart – his thoughts – He shouldn't have those filthy thoughts – thinking about you that way – it was wrong. He was an angel – it was so very wrong and at the same time it felt so right – so utterly right. It had all just started when he first saw you, when your brother had introduced you to him. ”(y/n