mister shoes

A little drabble I wrote and also posted on Ao3

Cas’s breath tingles hot against Dean’s neck and his broken moans scamper into Dean’s ear.

“You still doin’ okay, baby?” Dean rests his hips for a second and trails wet kisses from Cas’ ear down to the crook of his neck where it meets his shoulder.

Cas shudders and nods, his breathing ragged and shaky, his eyes screwed shut, and Dean thinks a nod may be all the angel can muster.

“Good,” he whispers right against the skin where cheekbone meets ear and rolls his hips again, his cock sliding easily into the tight warmth of his celestial being.

He must hit Cas’ prostate, though, because the man’s toes curl under his feet and his back arches so high off the bed, Dean thinks Cas might break his own spine, and Cas’ eyes open wide along with his mouth and he can barely make any noise at all, considering what little sound he does make comes out strangled and gasping.

“Shit!” Cas shouts and Dean raises his brows at the sudden outburst, still ever surprised by the things Cas says and does as he even now continues to learn about Earth and humans. “Oh god, right there, Dean. Again.”

And Dean angles his hips and rolls into Cas again, still slow and careful, not quite believing that, on Cas’s first experience with penetration, he’s just completely unfazed by the pain that Dean knows usually comes with ~shoving a dick up your ass.~

He hits the same spot each time and by the time he comes inside Cas, with a gentle grunt and a soft chomp of this teeth to Cas’ shoulder, Cas is writhing beneath him and he continues to slide in and out, both working himself through his own orgasm, and helping Cas find his.

When Cas does come, it’s with a silent moan, mouth hanging all the way open, entire body trembling, muscles in his legs clenching and unclenching, and Dean leaves a trail of glimmering spit down the centre of Cas’ chest as he kisses his way toward the pool of come still spurting out onto Cas’ belly.

And, Jesus, you would think the man’s never had an orgasm in his life. But Dean smiles, knowing that’s far from true.

Dean finds the nearest towel that doesn’t smell like it’s been living in a rotting corpse’ intestines for two decades and gingerly wipes Cas off, pausing every now and then to place a careful kiss somewhere on Cas’ body - his eyelid, still fluttered down over his damn blue eyes, or his lower lip, still hanging open with the memory of his orgasm, or his chest, still heaving slightly from exhilaration and probably exhaustion, or maybe even a fingertip or two, still twitching with awe and glee.

And he whispers the randomest things against Castiel’s still burning flesh as he cleans the angel off, things, words, sentences that should mean nothing but that hold all the world in the palm of Dean’s tongue just for Cas - “Shh, you’re so good, baby” and “it’s okay, I know. I know” and “you were great, you were so great” and “I’m so proud of you, Cas”.

Dean throws the towel on the floor with the rest of ‘em and finds Cas’ hand, intertwining their fingers as he tucks the comforter up to Cas chin, then twists his own body and creeps into the bed, sliding between the sheets and the bedspread and folding his arms around Cas, who curls in on himself and nuzzles up into Dean’s awaiting chest.

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas’ voice eventually drifts up from beneath Dean’s arm, gravelly and sated and heavenly, and it kisses Dean’s ear while it wears a gallant smirk and an unsure confusion.

“For what?”

“For…this, I guess?”

Dean plays his fingers over the mop of dark brown surrounding Cas’ still head and thinks about this, rolling it around in his mind.

“Gonna have to be more specific, Ca–”

“For making me feel human for once. For helping me understand what it’s like, and what being human is and how it affects people. And I don’t mean just the physical sensations, Dean,” Cas traces shapes against Dean’s chest, where his eyes seem to perennially remain. “I mean…being able to savour the person that the sensations come with, being able to know and enjoy and ~feel~ the other person…become a whole with another living being. I didn’t know…how to do that until just then. And I thank you for that. For being there for me and for being that other person.”

“They call that ‘love’, Cas,” Dean whispers, wanting to retreat from the conversation as usual. This isn’t a conversation he wants to be having at all, but somehow, with Cas, it’s different. Just because it’s Cas.

“Do you love me, Dean Winchester?” And the words are so innocent and filled with wonder - and, also…well…I mean, come on. It’s Cas the words are coming from - that Dean can’t just say no.

Probably wouldn’t able to say no, even if they were said in any other way.

“Of course, Cas. I’ll love you until you don’t want my love anymore and then even after that. And I’ll love you until the sun in the sky stops shining, until the stars in the night flicker out, until the moon above the earth fades from existence, and not even before that when I stop breathing and I simply can’t love you anymore. I’ll be up there. I’ll be one of the planets, swirling and twirling it’s way around the solar system’s personal light source, laughing and smiling and gazing down at you. I’ll love you until the entire universe starts receding into its tiny beginning point and nothing exists anymore but heaven and hell and an entire, blank space. An empty sheet of paper, waiting for God to start an entirely new chapter. And I’ll be waiting for that to happen. Because, Cas we’re the main characters and we’ll be back every time. And when that time comes again? Well, I’ll still be loving you.”

And maybe Dean’s said too much, maybe not enough. But he just entirely can ~not~ find the providence to care because Cas is grinning uncontrollably against Dean’s chest and melting further into his human.

Cas kisses the hollow of Dean’s neck and watches with careful affection as a spattering of new freckles appears there.

And Dean drifts of to a blissful sleep and as Cas watches, his voice wisps secretly though Dean’s shallow dreams, whispering “I love you too” and finally understanding that love is one hell of a powerful word.

Sirius Black Imagine: “Opposites attract”

Can I request a Surius X Hufflepuff!Reader(boy or girl whichever:3) just where the reader is super cute and sweet and a total opposite of Sirius but it works, and they’re super cute and fluffy together, piggyback rides thru the castle, pranks together, pranks on each other, cuddle sessions, etc.??? thank you! I love you so much

Requested by anon

Notes: adorable hufflepuff reader

 

You and your boyfriend were having a little misunderstanding in an empty corridor. The only company was the paintings, which were gossiping, as usual.

“Sirius, I won’t do it!” you complained.

“Yeah, yeah. You are miss/mister goody two shoes!” he told you. Sighing, he added in a sad and dramatic tone: “I guess it was a bad idea anyway…”

You felt a little guilty and replied: “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m not comfortab-“

Before you could finish the sentence, he managed to put you on his back, holding your legs.

“Bloody hell!” you cried out, surprised, while you put your hands on his shoulders so that you didn’t fall back.

“Ah-ah, y/n. You can’t curse! I’m the one who curses constantly out of us, not you!” he mocked.

“Sirius Black! Get me down this instant!” you ordered, even though you were trying hard not to giggle.

“No way!” he yelled. Unexpectedly, he started to run across the empty corridor and laugh like crazy. You couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. You had to admit that piggyback rides weren’t as bad as you thought.


The last hufflepuff left the Common Room. Today there was an important Quidditch match. You never liked the sport, so when you finally were alone in the room, you sighed contently.

“At last… Now you and I will be together for an hour” you whispered to your favorite book. It wasn’t something you usually did, to talk out loud or to talk to… well, objects. But since you were on your own, you didn’t reprimand yourself.

As you opened the book, you felt two hands grabbing your shoulders. You jumped, let out a scared yelp and threw the book away. Next, you heard a familiar laugh.

“Merlin, Sirius! Don’t scare me like that!” you shouted.

He kept laughing and kissed your forehead. But you were angry at him, so you pushed him away. You took your book and ignored him. The silent treatment would teach him a lesson.

Sirius frowned.

“Y/n?”

Silence.

“Y/n? Come on! Are you really going to ignore me? I’m missing the Quidditch match because of you!”

The only sound on the room was that of turning pages.

He pouted, trying to think of a way to get your attention. Smirking, he started to kiss your neck.

“S-stop!” you managed to let out.

“Oh! Hello y/n! I see you’re talking to me once again! Nice” he teased.

“You’re impossible! How did you even manage to get into the Hufflepuff Common Room?! Wait! I don’t really want to know! Don’t tell me!”

He grinned and told you, anyway: “Potter’s invisibility cloak”

You raised an eyebrow: “He lent you the cloak?”

He made a face which told you that the term lent wasn’t the correct one.

“Oh, no! Don’t tell me you’ve stolen it!” you whispered with wide eyes.

He showed you his palms as if on self-defense and admitted: “You say steal I say borrow without letting him know…”

“Sirius! That’s bad! How could you do that?” you exclaimed.

“Is wanting to spend some quality time with my girlfriend/boyfriend such a bad thing? I knew you wouldn’t go to the game, so I thought I’d surprise you…”

Your expression softened.

“You stole your friend’s cloak to spend time with me?”

He nodded.

“T-that’s sweet… I mean! That’s bad, even though your intentions are good!” you babbled. “Promise me you’ll confess it!”

“What? I can’t do that! Prongs will kill me!”

“Exactly! But it’s the right thing to do…”

He shook his head and told you: “Ok, ok. You win. But I want something in exchange… a cuddle session”

You smiled brightly and nodded. Right now, you didn’t care about the book, only how good it felt to be in your boyfriend’s arms.


“What is this exactly, y/n?” Sirius asked you with a doubtful voice.

“It’s a caramel apple. Muggles love it. I always asked for it as a child. Go on. Taste it! It’s amazing! Trust me” you grinned innocently.

He hesitated, but bit the apple. His eyes widened and he spat out the food. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Sweet mother of Merlin! Y/n! I didn’t know you were that nasty!”

“Your face!” you cried out, still laughing out loud.

“Y/n! This wasn’t an apple! It is obviously an onion!”

“Your powers of deduction are amazing, Sirius. I’m impressed” you teased.

“It’s not funny!”

“It actually is! Happy April’s fool day!” you sing-sang. “I love you babe!” you added. “But I’m not giving you a kiss. I hate onions…”


“I’m not doing it, Sirius!” you warned him.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun” he insisted.

“No” you repeated.

“You are no fun…”

“Maybe you are too much fun…” you retorted.

“You owe me for the onion thing!”

“Ugh! Ok, ok, I’ll do it!

“Yes!” he cried out in victory.

So Sirius had convinced you to pull out a prank on Professor McGonagall. You passed a note in the middle of the class, not so subtly to Sirius. When the Professor saw it, she moved her wand and accioed the paper.

“Mr. Black and Miss/Mr. y/l/n think it is funny to write notes during class. Let’s see if you still find it interesting when the rest of your classmates know what they are about…”

All the class gasped and held their breaths. They were expecting fluffy love notes, but instead, Minerva’s voice whispered: “Professor McGonagall is the best”

She was too shocked to say anything… When the class finished Sirius gave you a peck and said: “I told you her expression would be priceless”

“I would have never done it if I hadn’t owed you!” you reminded him.

“I know. Sometimes I wonder how two completely different people like us got together…” he murmured.

You smiled and told him: “Opposites attract, Sirius”


“And that’s what your parents used to do at school!”

“Sirius Black! Don’t tell our son the shameful way we used to misbehave! He’s only two years old, for Merlin’s sake!”

“He’s going to be the best prankster of Hogwart’s history… Just you wait”

“Sirius!”

“I love you, babe”

You sighed and smiled at him: “I love you too”

Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

onethingconstant  asked:

Imagine Steve discovering his younger cousin Freddy (b. 1928) grew up to be a certain children's TV host. Imagine the effect this has on everyone's "Mister Rogers" jokes. (Bonus points if Bucky falls in love with the show during his recovery.)

“Whatcha watching, Buck?” Steve asks, sitting on the couch and putting his feet on the coffee table.

“Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood,” Bucky replies. “It’s such a great show, but I don’t like King Friday.”

“Rogers, huh? That’s quite the coincidence.”

“Wanna watch with me?”

“Sure,” Steve says, settling in. They watch a few episodes together, Bucky humming along with the theme song. Steve’s glad to see him excited about something. Bucky’s really starting to integrate himself with the 21st century and the Avengers.

“He looks kinda familiar,” Steve says after they finish their third episode.

Bucky smiles. “As he should. He’s your cousin.”

Steve nearly chokes on his spit. “He’s my what?”

“Your cousin! Remember little Freddy?”

That’s Freddy?” Steve cries. “I knew there was something familiar about those sweaters! His mom made me one when I was really little!”

“Sure puts those ‘Mister Rogers’ jokes into perspective, huh, Stevie?”

Harry Imagine for Rachel!

“Rachel, calm down!” Harry grabbed my hand and took his eyes off the road to look at me.

“I’m totally calm, Harry.” I sent him a reassuring smile.

“No you’re not. You’re shaking like crazy. They’re going to love you.”

“Haz, this isn’t just the boys I’m meeting. This is a cookout with the boys, your family, and their families! You’d be nervous if you were in my shoes too, Mister!”

He lets out a light chuckle. “Love, you’re gonna be fine. Breathe with me. In….Out…..In…Out.” I follow Harry’s breathing patterns as he brings the car to a stop in front of a huge brick house.

Harry exits the car and walks around to my side as I take one last soothing breath. Harry opens my door and extends his hand out for me. I take it and he helps me out of the car. We comfortably intertwine our hands and approach a gate that connects the front yard to what I assume is the backyard. Harry pops open the gate and we enter to the next area. The closer we walk, the louder it gets.

Harry leans down and whispers in my ear. “You got this babe. Just be you.” He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze and we continue our walk.

“Harry darling!!” A woman approaches us.

“Hi there, Mum.” Harry’s mom is the first person I’m going to meet? I’m going to throw up.

“Oh and this beautiful girl must be Rachel. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m Anne” She automatically embraces me in a hug and Harry just smiles while watching us.

A man approaches us and kisses Anne’s cheek. “Rachel, this is my husband Robin. Rob this is Rachel, Harry’s beautiful girlfriend.” Rob reaches out and gives me a hug as well.

I look over to Harry and he’s chatting and laughing with a gorgeous brunette girl. Anne looks over at them and smiles proudly. The brunette girl turns around and looks at me. She smiles a dimpled smile at me and I immediately know where I’ve seen that smile before.

“Hey there! I’m Gemma, Harry’s older and much wiser sister.” She smirks and Harry rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. She embraces me in a hug and then grabs my hand and leads me away from everyone else.

“Where are going?” I let out a laugh.

“Harry hasn’t brought a girl home since he was in school. That makes you special. And just between you and me, I’ve always wanted a sister so lets bond.”

I laugh but nod my head. “Okay, what do you wanna know?”

“Well how did you and Harry meet? He told me but he’s a guy and he didn’t give much detail. But he couldn’t keep a smile off his face the whole time he was telling me.” Gemma winked and I blushed.

“I was in the Starbucks line and you know how he loves his Starbucks. Well I was in front of him and when I went to give the cashier my money, I dropped some and he picked it up for me. Then when we were waiting for our drinks, I dropped my straw and then he made a corny joke about how I kept dropping things. And we immediately hit it off.

Gemma kept smiling at me. "You know, you’re the first girl that didn’t walk away after Harry made a corny joke. It has to be fate” She laughed.

After a few more minutes of getting to know each other, Harry came up behind me and put his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

“You ready to meet the boys, Babe?” I nodded my head and gave Gemma a quick hug before finding the spot I belong, beside Harry.

We walked up to three boys that were chatting and seemed to be having the time of their life. Harry cleared his throat and they all grinned and embraced him in a “man hug”. I smiled as I watched. This wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as I thought.

They broke away from the hug. “Rachel, this is Louis, Liam, and Niall. Boys, this is Rachel.” Harry said, pointing at each one of them.

I put my hand out for them to shake but they surprised me and welcomed me in a group hug.

“Guys, don’t suffocate my girlfriend. I’m quite fond of her.” Harry stated and the boys all let out a laugh and let go of me.

“Did you bring a swimsuit? We’re all going night swimming tonight!” Niall asked me.

“I did. It’s in Harry’s car. You mean everyone is going?”

“Nooo”, he laughed. “Just us boys, you, Gemma, and Liam’s girlfriend, Sophia. It’s gonna be fun!” I smiled and agreed to swim the night away later tonight.

“What about Sophia?” A girl approached us and Liam put his arm around her waist and kiss the side of her head.

“Niall was just telling Rachel here that we were going to swim tonight.” Sophia nodded and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Sophia, Liam’s girlfriend. And you are?”

“I’m Rachel, Harry’s girlfriend.”

“Oh my gosh. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Please tell me you’re gonna join them on the last leg of the tour. I would love to have the company of another girl. I mean sometimes Gemma joins or Lottie, Louis’ sister but other than that all I have is Lou, their hairstylist and sometimes I think I bother her with all my non-stop talking.” The boys laughed and Sophia blushed.

“You’re doing it again, Babe.” Liam laughed and kissed her head again.

“It’s so amazing to see that you’re real and that Harry wasn’t just stupidly smiling at his phone because his mom texted him.” Louis nudged Harry and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Remember when Harry left right after the performance in Atlanta because Rachel was finally going to have time to skype.” Niall said and all the boys laughed.

“We were all a little hesitant when we heard that you were younger than him but we just want Harry happy. That’s all that matters to us.” Liam smiled and I returned the gesture.

“Thank you guys. Mind if I steal my beautiful girlfriend for a minute?” Harry smiled and all the boys shook their heads. We all waved and Harry and I started walking away.

“That went so much better than I expected.” I smiled up at him and he smiled back before kissing my head.

“I told you that you had nothing to worry about. I’ll introduce you to the boys families’ in a minute but first I think theres something we need to do.” Harry grabbed my hand and we walked inside the house.

“Harry, What are we doing?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“The fans already kind of suspect there’s something going on but now that you’ve met everyone that is important to me, I think we should confirm their suspicions.” Harry pulled his phone out of his pocket and made me take a selfie with him.

“What if the fans send me hate?” I looked down at my lap.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, some will. Only because they think they should be with me. But then there will be fans that will make you forget about the tweets that made you second guess yourself.” Harry smiled at me and lifted my chin up to kiss me gently.

Harry posted the picture to Instagram and Twitter and within seconds, the tweets and comments were coming in. Some said “I knew it! They’re wonderful together!” Some said “I’m happy that Harry’s happy” but then there were the inevitable ones that said “Isn’t she a little too young for Harry?” or “She’s not even that pretty!”

I took a deep breath to keep myself from crying.

“You’re my tough, invincible, beautiful girlfriend. You can conquer anything and ignore the mean hateful things some people say. My family loves you, my best friends love you, and most importantly I love you, and that’s all that matters.

"You’re the best, Haz.”

“I try.” He winked.

I gave him a quick kiss.

“Let’s get back out there.” He grabbed my hand and we returned to the party.

(I hope you enjoyed it!!)