I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you,...
how good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you all the time replaying pieces of our conversation, laughing at funny things you said or did. I’ve memorized your face and the way you look at me. I want you to know that I cherish every moment that I spend with you.
That moment when you find a song (or several) that captures a scene or a moment or a feeling in your daydreams so perfectly and fits so seamlessly that you are surprised the song isn’t actually about that (or it might as well be)
I am the princess of my own wonderland… A true royal who wields my sword in the direction I see fit. With nightmarish daydreams and homemade heavens, destructive cakes and frozen flowers is the way a land ought to be.They say nothing makes sense here, and that’s the way I like it.
One of my absolute earliest vore-related memories was when I was a little kid, like eight or so, was daydreaming almost EVERY night about a very specific scenario that I wanted to dream about. As a kid, I didn’t get WHY I wanted to dream about it, but I just knew it fascinated me.
Each night before bed, I always thought about what I wanted to dream about when I went to sleep. One of my recurring things I daydreamed about [for a good few years] was being giant, like the size of a big hotel, and hiding inside a building that was p much entirely hollowed out. I’d either lay on the ground or people would take an elevator up, and I’d be standing inside the building. And people could curiously file in to this weird, mouth-looking entrance. And it was always this weird fascination of mine that they’d be okay or w/e, but when I was that young, I never thought past that part.
Eventually when I was 11 or so, it evolved into ‘what if I could be a museum where people learned about anatomy! :O’ And I became re-obssessed with this idea of having people willingly and curiously exploring someone’s body, completely safe from harm.
Just goes to show that stuff can go really far back in your childhood.
Summary: Castiel drops in your room by surprise. Pairing: Castiel x Winchester!Reader Word Counting: 600 and something words Warnings: Fingering, oral sex, smut, cussing, Drabble
This is part of the “Do it like Team Free Will” Challenge
Gif prompt is under the line.
“Cas.” You whispered.
The angel looked down at you, his eyes drinking from your figure with a
dark tone you’ve never seen before.
It was all an accident. Ever after years, Castiel was still one to pop in
and out of places without warning and you knew it would start an embarrassing situation
soon. Of course, it had to be with you out
of all Winchesters.
You were lied on your bed, panties and t-shirt being the only pieces of
fabric covering your body, and ready to take matters in hands. You were on the
edge of arousal for hours, daydreaming about Castiel in the library of the
bunker while researching for a case with your brothers and the said angel.
What you never imagined was that he would undress his coat and lay by your
side the moment he saw you.