mayaliveblogs: falling for her doorstep by bloodandcream

Title: Falling for Her Doorstep
Author: @bloodandcream
Pairings: Castiel/The Blue Doorstep
Word Count:
1948
Tags: Side Cas/Meg,  but Cas/Doorstep OTP
Link: AO3
Summary:

Drawn magnetically to them, Castiel crossed the street, shy in his
approach, not quite lurking but certainly attempting to shield himself
behind a shrub as he stared. It was impolite, after all, to stare at
another person’s doorstep. 

SPNColdestHits Disclaimer: Seriously think about your life choices before clicking on the keep
reading cut. You probably don’t want to read this, don’t want to click
the link to the fic on AO3, and you should probably just move on for
your mental well-being.

As a side note, ever since you did the vlogging of our fics last year, I read your fics with your voice in my head. It sounds so much better than any of the other voices 😉


Managing to trip on a lone acorn, Castiel fell and scraped his knees. 

You have no idea how much I love the odd little details you put into fic that really brings it to life.


It was impolite, after all, to stare at another person’s doorstep. 

But of COURSE it’s impolite!! *makes old stuffy Victorian lady clucking noises of disdain*


As Castiel heard the neighborhood slowly waking up, he turned back to the park and continued his morning jog in a daze. 

Aroused Cas hiding in the bushes all hot for the doorsteps is like one of the cutest visuals ever.

Nodding dumbly, Castiel jogged up the walkway to her front door. As he
approached, he could read the bold black font on the doormat, sitting
just in front of the blue step. It read ‘Fuck Off’. Yet the woman that
owned it invited a complete stranger in for coffee. She didn’t even know
his name. Or that it was her doorstep which Castiel coveted, not the
plush curve of her lips or the creamy swell of her breasts spilling out
of her loose-tied robe. 

I’m pretty antisocial and would have a doormat like this if it wasn’t for the fact that HOA doesn’t allow it here, but I’d still let that man in because damn.

Castiel’s breath caught as he stepped upon them for the first time. He
longed to remove his shoes, to feel their texture beneath his bare feet.
Instead, he followed the strange woman into her house.
 

Why is this so hot?! Christy, you evil writer, you!!

It was satisfactory. 

I JUST SNORTED.

“So, do you have, like,” Meg shook a hand in a vague gesture, sipping
coffee from a chipped gray mug, “I don’t know, some sort of fetish for
concrete?”

Meg was more observant than Castiel had given her credit for.

“I – what! No,” he scowled over his mug at her, “That’s. What?”

Okay, this is adorable. I can totally see Meg catching on and calling him on it. And him being all adorably flustered over it. SO CUTE!

Arching one thin eyebrow, Meg munched on the crust of her toast.
“Kinky. As long as I get to watch, you can do anything you want with my
doorstep.”

“I -” Castiel found his heart beating faster, this was
too soon. He couldn’t just take off his shoes and set his feet upon the
doorstep right now. “Tomorrow. I have to be going for work.”

HELL YEAH!!


Honestly, it felt liberating to have his love for this doorstep
witnessed. Castiel smiled and told her, “No, this is perfect. I want you
to see.” 

I have feels and it’s also fucking hot. Damn it! @trekchik has me wanting to grow a penis and fuck a door, and now you go and get me all hot and bothered over concrete doorsteps.

I HAVE AWESOME FRIENDS THANK YOU!!!!!!

And YAY I’m so glad it got you writing again!! *squishes you*

Maya’s Rating: Hotness and sweetness! 10/10. Would schlick to this. *gives you a big old economy pack of new batteries for your egg*