#this is the sleep attire i wake up in at celestial heavens when I first shift there<3

[divinequo]

Resting blush🌺🩰🩷 ～｡⁠☆

[daevilhorns-1]

⁽ ✟ ⁾ @cinler . . . . elladora sighs softly to herself as she looks over at the time , it was nearly 2 in the morning— about time levi would be walking through the door by now. soft wonder legs cross as she adjusts again at the end of the mattress , fingers snapping at the white lace she has on—

normally in dark colored set , she wanted something pure— just for him. & when she finally sets eyes on him , her smile is sweet as she greets him. “hi daddy , i’ve been waiting for you.”

phone calls were never enough. no amount of sweet i miss you's over a line with too many miles separating them , or less than innocent texts and video calls exchanged could rival. HEARING OR WATCHING HIS NAME FALL FROM BETWEEN HER LIPS WOULD NEVER BE AS SATISFYING [ ... ] not as much as having it whispered directly into his ear , followed by a string of celestial hymns and gasps. if he would be denied of the pearly gates when his time comes —— then he'll instead find heaven between the legs of his lover ; and prove to god himself that nothing else quite compares. but time apart could surely compare to the fiery pits of hell.

at least he had not only being reunited with elladora to look forward to [ ... ] but the familiarity of being back home after what felt like much longer than a grueling and lonely month. THE COMFORT OF HIS OWN BED BENEATH HIS BACK. he expected nothing more than to walk through the front door and immediately collapse atop the mattress —— ( to attempt to sleep off the jet lag as long as his body allows ) and make plans to see her the next day. AFTER ALL , he couldn't possibly expect her to wait up for him the same night of his arrival. imagine his shock when he pushed open the bedroom door to find his surprise waiting for him.

OF COURSE , it's the saccharine smile greeting him that at first catches his eye —— but naturally it only keeps his attention for so long ; before blues are inevitably following along the length of her body to properly appreciate her current attire. it's a pretty set , ( and it's a shame he's five seconds away from tearing it off. ) AN EYE FOR ALL THINGS DARK ; but an angelic white suited her well. and if he weren't already suppressing the desire to immediately work the button of his jeans and throw himself at her , the words she welcomed him with only made it that much more agonizing. THEY WENT STRAIGHT TO HIS CORE AND HE SWALLOWED THEM HAPPILY.

instead , he's temporarily frozen while still standing in the doorframe. ❛❛ i can see that. ❜❜ is replied with a smile , attempting to hold back an enthused giggle. ❛❛ an' here i was thinking i was gonna have t'wait until tomorrow. ❜❜ STEPS FINALLY TAKEN [ ... ] leaving his luggage in his wake as he approached her. tattooed digits reached out once he stood over her ; grazing over the lace with a certain gentleness ( that would soon be lost ). ❛❛ this for me ? ❜❜

[webcricket]

Castiel Imagine

Imagine: Giving Castiel a properly pleasureful welcome home the first opportunity you get him alone (sort of) after his return from the Empty.

[Warning for erotic/explicit content! Oral - angel receiving. @magnificent-winged-beast​, I adore you for making this sinfully inspired GIF!]

‘Carpe Angelum!’ Seize the angel; or rather, seize whatever the Latin equivalent of finally having the sliver of a chance to show said seraph how glad you are to have him home is. It’s a motto you’re inspired to get on your knees to deliver; and how appropriate and how prayerful a position to express gratitude for the return of this particularly handsome host of Heaven. Not that an Old West-themed motel room, replete with dusty yellowed photographs of bygone days interspersed with the desiccated taxidermy skull of a jackrabbit, remotely resembles a house of worship or does anything at all to enhance the mood, but it’ll do.

Castiel observes you settle before him on the kitschy cow hide rug and cap a palm to each of his knees with quiet curiosity; when you pry the lax limbs apart to fit your body into the gap between, running your hands up the navy fabric covering the muscular thighs, heat of friction resounding on his skin in their wake, he tenses slightly under the sensually massaging slide.

Tongue emerging to seductively lap at the smirk plumping your lips, your focus lifts from his clothed loins to blues growing precipitously blacker - the gleam of curiosity curtailed by carnally dilating pupils.

Left brow banking upward, he poses an unspoken question of the wisdom of your intentions; his steady gaze silently warns, too, that although he’s interested - very interested given the thickening bulge nestled in his trousers - this is the sort of devotion meant for more private ministration.

Unconvinced by the argument, you snort lightly through flared nostrils and reach for his belt buckle. Sure, Jack said he’d be back in a few minutes from fetching fresh ice, but you know the boy will find a distraction along the way to keep him longer, and you also know all you need is a few minutes to drive the angel to the edge of glory.

Still uncertain, zipper defeated with a softly metallic whir by deftly flying fingers, Cas casts a glance toward the swinging doors separating Sam and Dean’s sleeping space from the sitting area. Very little stands between you and Dean’s bear-like snores, and Sam is a notoriously light sleeper.

Smirk assailing to round out your cheeks, you ignore his virtuous prudence. Ever since his surprise return from the emptiness of celestial oblivion, you haven’t had a moment alone with the angel and you intend to make the most of it to show him how much he was missed.

Band of his boxers pushed down, a growl rasps from his graveled throat. He bucks his hips, relaxing the straightness of his spine to sink into the couch cushions as you grasp his length and tease him free in a practiced sweeping motion; heat of his arousal liberated, heft resting in starkly contrasted in crimson engorgement against the crisp white of the shirt shrouding his belly, the proud length twitches absent your warm touch in the icy air conditioned atmosphere.

You rock backward onto your ankles to take the sight of the seraph in; a low hum of admiration loosens from lips moist in anticipation of his taste.

“They’ll hear us.” One final admonition rumbles his ribcage even as his fist clasps your wrist pleading for the swift relief of your caress; the dark hue of his gaze also speaks to the contrary of his tongue - despite his worry, he wants and needs this just as much as you do.

“Then be a good angel,” -dipping down, eliciting a shudder and sharp sigh when you firmly grip his base, your cautioning breath caresses his cock, “-and be quiet.”

Your tongue swirling his salty tip, he obeys.

Enclosed in the velvety volcanic chaos of your mouth, watching your pink lips stretched thinly pale over and over again embracing his girth, your teeth scraping every so often to jolt his vessel electrically, smoothing and whirling the ridges of his manhood with the encasement of your fingers where your mouth does not suffice to devour him, he tangles his fingers through your hair and he obeys.

Body a quaking concrete block of rigidity the in build-up of bliss, dark dense lashes fluttering shut against the explosion of ecstasy blinding his angelic perception, he obeys, swallowing a desperate groan of your name as you swallow every last drop of his pleasure.

Wholly unnecessary respiration ragged, a glisten of sweat dampening a brow that sweats under no circumstances, small satisfied smile adorning sex-slackened features, heavy-lidded blues shining the depth of his fondness watch while you tenderly tuck him away and tidy the dishevelment of his attire. “C’mere, honeybee,” he murmurs, a sensually sated affectionate slur, when you finish.

You curl up on the couch beside him in the offered cradle of his arms.

He nuzzles your tousled hair, inhaling deeply of your scent before speaking. “That was-” There are no words for what that was; eyes wetly brimming, he holds you tighter and doesn’t try to find them.