Imagine: Castiel being nervous about holding your baby girl for the first time.
“Cas, stop fretting, you’re not going to break her,” you eased
the wriggling cotton swaddled newborn against her father’s broad chest.
Blue eyes widening in a mix of skepticism and apprehension,
he gingerly cradled her, awkwardly leaning back at the waist in the unlikely
event his angelic strength somehow failed to support the tiny burden he now
carried in his arms. The leaden thoughts of this child being his creation, his
responsibility, his to love, to teach, to protect, made his vessel tremble.
“Y/N, I-I,” deep voice quavering, countenance flashing in
panic, he attempted to pass her back to you.
“Relax,” you pressed an insistent palm to his shoulder, aspect
softening into a reassuring smile.
The angel gulped hard, nervously peering down into her delicately
formed features – this miniscule being terrified him more than anything he’d
encountered in eons of existence. She made even the apocalypse look like a casual picnic
in the park. He’d been delighted when he heard your daughter’s heart beating
for the first time, waking you in the middle of the night hardly able to
contain his joy as he reveled in the news. So, too, was he equally elated the
moment her small foot kicked his palm through your swollen belly. Soothing your
aches and pains, pacifying your strange cravings at odd hours, caring for you
both when she was still an intangible far-off idea - it all seemed so easy then. But the whole
concept of actually parenting, of having a piece of yourself existing out there
in the world alongside you, yet apart from you, was totally foreign to the seraph. He feared he would not be enough.
“I’m scared too,” you whispered, plainly reading the deepening
worry in the crease of his brow, “we’ll figure it out together, okay? Just like
we do everything else.”
His muscles relaxed under your gentle touch and heartening
words. You always knew with clear perception what he was feeling and the right words to say to ground him - it was his favorite quality of your soul, and the
reason he loved you.
In response to the sense of peace and calm diffusing through
her father, your little girl ceased fussing, mouth gaping in a silent yawn, ruddy
lips forming a contented pucker as she blinked big bright blue eyes.
“See,” you shifted the cloth around her moist pink face, “you’re
Recognizing the best of both of you reflected in the swirling depths
of her eyes, Castiel smiled.
so i’ve seen this on youtube before so i thought why not do it here on tumblr???? (idk if its already been done woops)
rules: completely randomise the genetics & clothing of two sims by pressing the dice around 5 times?? then use the play with genetics feature to create their kid. try & make the kid look as cute as possible without editing their genetics!!
“Crack one more egg,” you instructed, watching Cas carefully crack an egg into the bowl for your cake batter. “Good! Now, we use the mixer and then pour it into the pan and it’ll be ready to bake.”
Cas nodded, grabbing the mixer and turning it on as you held the bowl steady. As soon as the spinning mixer touched the batter, it went splattering everywhere, speckles of batter getting all over you, Cas and the kitchen walls.
“Shit!” you exclaimed, both you and Cas laughing as he turned it off.
“I think you have some on your face,” he teased with a smile, his thumb wiping away some of the batter on your cheek as he locked eyes with you.
“I think you do too,” you said quietly. Your hand reached behind him and dipped into the flour before placing a dot of it on his nose. “Right there.”
Cas went cross-eyed as he stared at the flour at his nose. You giggled and he looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“I know what you’re doing,” he warned, grabbing a handful flour and advancing on you.
You grinned and ran away from him, laughing hysterically as he chased after you and tossed flour at your back. A squeal left your lips when his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and lifted you into the air, twirling you around in a circle.
“Got you,” he said quietly, placing you back on the ground and booping your nose, covering the tip of it with flour.
You grinned widely, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Cas immediately dropped his handful of flour onto the floor, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.
Dean’s loud voice startled the two of you away from each other, and you turned to see a very angry Dean glaring at you both.
“You two better clean this kitchen,” he warned, pointing his finger at you and Cas. “Friggin’ animals.”
Cas turned to you and smiled as Dean walked away grumbling to himself. “I think we should bake more often.”
You smiled, nuzzling your flour-covered nose with his. “I completely agree.”
Summary: You and Castiel learn that you’re expecting, you just didn’t think that he’d have to fight to protect you so soon.
A/N: I apologize again for this one taking so long! There were so many different directions that I wanted to take this and I just couldn’t figure out which one. Also, I’ll apologize again for the ending.
Request: hello i was wondering if you could do a castiel x pregnant reader were the reader is pregnant with nephilim twins. and the reader sam and deans little sis and somehow the angles find out about the babies and they try to kill her because its forbidden.
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: It’s angsty. Literally like almost no fluff. Violence, death, and maybe language?
Word Count: 2.4k
You stood outside the bunker door with your hand on the door knob, completely frozen. You’d been able to ignore it on your way home, but you knew that the second you walked through that door; your life would change. Forever.
You brother, Sam, had talked you into going to the doctor. You’d been sick for the last few weeks with what you thought was the flu. After three weeks passed and it didn’t go away, you reluctantly agreed to go to the free clinic.
Because of the number of services that the free clinic offers, it wasn’t surprising that they wanted to take blood when they couldn’t figure out why you were sick. So you did what they wanted, you let them take your blood. Twenty minutes later, they were moving you to a room with an ultrasound machine and telling you that you were pregnant. The ultrasound confirming that you were at least twelve weeks along with twins.
Warnings: pure smut, once again. Because… why not?
**The title doesn’t really have anything to do with the
song, just a weird coincidence. And an overused title, but it fits. Enjoy.
(Not my GIF)
You gripped the teal fleece blanket that gently rested on your
legs and tossed it onto the floor. The searing heat that had slowly built up
under your skin was finally becoming too much. Every time you closed your eyes,
deep blue eyes stared back at you with an ominous spark behind them that drove
But he hadn’t acted on it yet, which drove you wild in a
very different way.
Sure, sex with Castiel was delicious. The feel of his
flushed him under your fingertips as he rode you… wow. But every encounter over the last several months had been in
the same place, same time. Planned. You
hated to admit it, but it was starting to feel so vanilla.
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i used three of my favorite sims to play with. this challenge further proved to myself that i could never go vanilla lmao
rules: take a picture of the sim that’s normally associated with your blog. meaning your icon/legacy founder/lead character in your story etc. now take away all their cc except their hair, eyebrows, and skin color (no skin overlays/details). do a before and after picture and tag some others to try it. use the tag #sims no filter