My Darling Castiel,

You are the finest of all beings, my Love, and I live for the moments we are together. With or without your Grace, I am like putty in your hands.

The way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you save me from demons seeking to use my vessel as their own.

I dream nightly of your hotness touching me, releasing the pent-up desires, therein. I dream of releasing you from your coat of trench and sharing in the heaven that we make together. When we are alone, there is no one but you and I forget all else. I know you do not eat or drink, but still I long to sup at the table that is you.

Save me, my Love, from the darkness threatening to overwhelm me. I need your light, I need your love, I need your heat. I need you, Cas.

Yours,

T-Girl

My Dark Knight,

As I sit here at my window, I see your powerful symbol blazing against the night sky. Seeing it sends shivers up my spine, delicious tingles that culminate at the crux of my being. It makes me think of you; about how much I want you. You mystify me. You captivate & utterly beguile me.

See, I saw you once. You probably don't remember but, you saved my life. I remember how you grabbed my attackers & threw them to the ground, threatening them in that deep, husky, masculine voice.

That voice... oh, what it does to me.

I was breathing hard. You watched them run then, that dark gaze turned to me sprawled on the pavement. You held out a hand. I took it & you helped me up. For several seconds we stared at each other, my hand still in yours. I couldn't tell what you were thinking but, your lips were parted slightly & all I could think was how much I wanted those lips to kiss me; every inch of me - like they do in my dreams. Were you thinking the same?

I'd dreamt of you often but, since then, I've dreamt of you every night & my desire grows with each one. Many times I have tried to find you only, it's impossible.

Oh, Batman. I long for you so much it aches &, it is not an ache I can cure alone; though I have tried countless times. Every night I wake from a dream of you & I am soaking with need. My hand slips between my thighs & with one touch, I am crying out my orgasm. But it's not enough. Again, my fingers go to work. I thrust one into my hot, slick pussy while the other hand rubs desperately at my swollen clit. Two, three, four more times I scream out your name as my climaxes crash over me.

In my dreams, I am yours. I never know who you really are but that's okay. I don't need to know. I just need you. I'm kneeling before you, naked & consumed with lust. Your collar fits snugly around my neck & you hold my chain. With a sharp tug, you pull me towards you & order me - in that tantalising voice - to take off your pants. I am quick to comply. Your chest is already bare & it takes all my strength to not stare at the sculpted plains of your firm muscles. But I steal a glance as I slide down your pants. You step out of them, gloriously naked. I gasp. You are beautiful. Your mask remains yet, in a way, your mask IS who you are. You're showing me your truest self & I feel privileged that you would open yourself to me in this way. With another tug at the chain, you pull my head towards your hard manhood. I smile, knowing that I am the cause of your arousal. With a sly peek up into your masked face, I take you into my mouth. You groan as I slide my lips down your length & I almost cum from that alone. Slowly, I lick & suck you, teasing your sensitive areas. You let me have my fun for awhile until you can't stand it anymore. Your hand tangles in my hair & you take a firm hold, ordering me to stay still. I do as told & you start to thrust. It isn't long before you're shooting your warm load down my throat. I swallow it all, relishing the taste. You smirk at me, tell I'm a good girl & I burst with pride. You pull me to my feet & hold me in an electrifying display of tenderness. Your lips trace kisses along my neck, collarbones, cheeks, then find my eager lips. You ravage my mouth in a passionate kiss until I can barely stand. I am lifted into your arms & you carry me to the bed, gently laying me down. My chain is attached to a loop in the wall behind & you cuff my hands above my head to the bed frame. You place a spreader bar between my legs, fix it to my ankles & extend it. I am open, vulnerable & spread out on display for you. A soft blindfold plunges me into darkness & something begins to brush across my skin. It brushes over my breasts & I sigh in pleasure. My body arches as it brushes over my stomach & over my waiting pussy. Suddenly, a sharp sensation flicks across my thighs, then another on my stomach, my breasts, between my legs. How I craved this; to be yours for the taking. You continue, working me into a wanton frenzy. After a few more flicks, something warm & wet begins to slip over my now sensitive skin. I moan when I realise it's your lips & tongue. You move over my breasts, kissing, licking & then you start to bite, catching my nipples between your teeth. I cry out. Your mouth works down my body until, finally, I feel you where I need you most. Your strong hands grip my thighs as you plunge your tongue into my wetness. I fall over the edge into sweet oblivion, once, & again once more. But you're still not done with me. You release my hands, grab the spreader bar & flip me over, hauling my arse off the bed & spanking it. You growl out your intentions, telling me you're going to fuck me & oh... how you do. I cum again & again & you roar as you find your second release.

Afterwards, you hold me for a long time, caressing me lovingly until we both fall asleep. In the morning, I wake to find myself in my own bed with a note.

"I will come for you. You are mine now. Wait for me.

Your Dark Knight"

But this is just a dream so, that's why I'm writing you this letter. I hope it finds you &... I hope you will find me. Make my dreams come true. Please. You can leave your mask on. I promise.

©CJ

You deserved so much better than this.

And, my love, your mother was a bitch.

The demons burned down your house, that's no fair,

which is why you are now in charge of their utter despair.

Hopefully there will be no more human blood for you

because you get the munchies, yes that's true.

I now hope that you are not dead,

because I'll cry for days and live forever with dread.

With apologies to Hasbro and Mattel Toys.

Dearest Barbie,

It’s been several years since I’ve last seen you. My beloved, my heart yearns for you and what might’ve been. Where did we go wrong? Remember those early years when you were content to go to simple party and I was proud to be your escort. Then you bought that dream house. Oh how I miss those long walks on that Malibu beach, your interests lay in getting a good tan and clothing and pink cars. My foolish heart answered the call of military service for what was to be a one year stint.

I was content with standard military service but then the allure of the Adventure Team took hold and the next thing you know I was reenlisting. Not a night goes by that I don’t look at your picture and think of what might’ve been. I keep it pinned to my authentic vintage foot locker, The other Joes make fun of me and point out that you’re mostly plastic, that Sea Adventure Joe can be such a jerk. But I know your heart is real and somewhere there burns a spark for what might’ve been.

I’ve read where you’ve been an astronaut, a teacher, Paleontologist, an Architect and a Sea World Trainer. It’s obvious with each career change that you were trying to fill a void in your life. A void that you know only I can fill.

Do you remember that night in your pop up camper back in ’75? It wasn’t the only thing popping up back then if you catch my drift. You in that gold medal, red white and blue gymnast outfit and me with my inescapable kung fu grip, America’s moveable fighting man was putting on all the right moves that night and you were scoring a perfect ten.

Stupid Ken, how could he not know what was going on? Why did he have to choose that moment to handle my gun and set it off? I mean how does that happen?

Have you seen what they’ve done to my guys? We went from twelve inches to three and change. But don’t you worry dear, I am all fighting man.

Well until there’s peace in the world or you become the commanding officer of the Adventure Team, I guess I will have to continue to cling to the what might’ve beens.

Your pal,

G.I. Joe,

The Real American Hero.

I admire you for so many reasons. You understand my love for books. You truly grasp how much words can have an affect on someone. You are caring and generous and will do anything for those you love. Your loyalty and compassion for your parabatia, Jem, is beautiful. Your willingness to risk your life to hunt and kill demons to protect mere humans is just the start of how brave you are. Every battle you fight and all the hard times you've faced just amplified your strength. Being a Herondale has its perks but it also comes with great expectations. I cam safely say you are my favorite Herondale.

Since you left I have tried to find the beauty, the beauty in my everyday life. Now I know I do not need Paris or red wine by an European river, I know it is my choices that will make me either happy or miserable.

Oscar, you did have a wondrous life. Do you want to hear why? You were loved, you were loved and I never told you. Would it have been any different? Perhaps not, but if only you had known. Oh, Oscar. I cried for months, somehow I believed tears would bring you back but they never did.

I am one of your princesses now, with a crown so heavy it even makes the peasants feel sorry for me. Even them, who hated me to death! At first my company ladies thought someone had let all the windows open, it was just me, me and my forever sighs. You were the greatest prince to me. Your sci-fi featured my deams, you fought Dominican dragons and always spoke wisely.

But, being so wise and understanding, you would tell me to make the right choices. I have started taking some classes and really think I can make a living and will not have to go back to that torturous country our grandmothers still call home. Oscar, I am going to work in publishing because I now love words as much as you did, I do not ever want to be apart from you.

You will always be in my heart, Oscar, Oscar, Oscar...

Your princess.