to daydreaming

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)

Small reminder that you are not your paras, nor are your paras you.

You are not the para that does awful, violent actions.

You are not the para that feels like they can’t do anything.

You are not the para you fear you will become.

They are entities separate from yourself, and just because they are in your head does not mean that you are suddenly them. They are merely dreams.

This isn’t to say that you can’t become what you dream of! This is only to say that the paras that do bad things are not you.

So, confession.

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.

Shh (NSFW) (Drabble)

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.

“Cas?”

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Superhero Daydreams

Alya: Isn’t it just the best feeling in the world to be saved by a superhero?

Nino: Personally I am a fan of you not being in a position where you NEED to be saved by a superhero. 

Alya: Don’t be such a spoilsport. I mean come on, think about it. What is more sexy than getting rescued by Paris’ heroes? 

::class thinks about it:: 

(Part 2 coming soon)