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Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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Matching Marks Part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1985

Prompts: Soulmate AU, and  “I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

This is my entry’s for @jared-padaloveme‘s Fluff Birthday Challenge!! :) This is only Part 1 of 2, so look for the next part soon! ;) Enjoy! 

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Anonymous: Hotch fluff could be he has a crush on the reader and they work together and she agrees to baby sit jack cause has to stay late at work and he gets home and finds the reader and Jack curled up watching Disney movies and the reader looks exhausted and sleep deprived reader and him have a fluffy convo and have dinner together and either they kiss or he asks her out

A/N: This is going to be a two parter okayyyy

Originally posted by loveiseternalbutpainful

Aaron dawdled through the elevator doors, muscles tense and eyebrows furrowed as he exhaled lowly and hung up his phone. Y/N’s eyes lingered on the stern man, frowning at his stressed form as he walked by her. Before he could pass her, Y/N gently placed a hand on his arm, inspecting his expression intensely.

“Everything okay, Sir?” Her soft voice made him smile slightly as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Jessica can’t look after Jack for much longer, she has to go out but I don’t have anyone else to watch over him while I finish off some files.” Aaron grumbled, dark eyes kind on the younger woman, his mind remaining on her prolonged touch on his arm.

“I could look after him if you want? I was just about it head out anyway, I wouldn’t mind some company from the little man.” Y/N offered, hopeful gaze fixated on him as her heart fluttered at the small smile that grew on his face.

“Are you sure?” Y/N nodded quickly in response, “I’ll message Jessica, she’ll let you in. Thank you so much, Y/N.” Aaron grinned, placing his hand over hers lightly.

“It’s no problem, Sir. I promise, we won’t get into too much trouble.” Y/N giggled, winking playfully before heading towards the lift, Aaron’s gaze following her unwillingly.

/time skip/

The front door slowly creaked open, the soft glow of the stars casting a soft shadow on Aaron’s figure as he shuffled into the house. After he slipped his shoes and jacket off, Aaron made his way to the living room, smiling immediately at the sight. Y/N was sat cross-legged on the couch, Jack’s head leant on her knee as he cuddled into her side, his legs knotted into his blanket. The TV flickered across their faces, highlighting the dark circles shadowing Y/N’s tired eyes as she stifled a yawn.

“Tired?” Aaron questioned playfully, his sudden voice shocking Y/N, making her head shoot towards him.

“Aaron, how long have you been there?” Y/N asked loudly, holding her chest with one hand as her other traced patterns up Jack’s arm. The young boy giggled at her reaction, staring brightly up at his father.

“Not long.” Aaron chuckled, his gentle eyes flickering down to his son, smiling softly at how content he was with the woman. “Hey, what are you doing up?” He questioned, glancing up at Y/N as her fingers laced within Jack’s hair while he yawned.

“He wanted to stay up to see you, I’m surprised he lasted this long.” Y/N chuckled, unwrapping her arm from the young boy when Aaron lifted him form the couch.

“Shall we put you to bed then, little man?” Aaron questioned softly, kissing his sons temple as he nodded sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Jack mumbled into Aaron’s shoulder as he carried him to his room. While they were upstairs, Y/N slipped her jacket on, sighing into the warmth but before she could get her shoes on, Aaron was already downstairs. He placed a hand on her lower back, making her jump once again.

“Jesus, you really need to stop doing that.” Y/N giggled but Aarons hand lingered on her back as he chuckled, his cheeks reddening slightly

“I’m sorry, I was just going to ask if you ate yet? I was about to order Chinese food if you want to stay over?” Aaron mumbled, eyes warm on her features as he observed her expression. A small smile spread across her lips while nodding slightly.

“I’d love to.”


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Once, Then, and Now - Snowbound Extra Father's Day Edition

Back from the dead against all odds… here it is. Edited (a second time) via mobile. I will be changing this once I get access to my screen again, as there is most definitely something missing, but it’s 97% the same. Regardless… have at it. I do hope it’s worth it. I just need the victory of posting it. x

UPDATE: As of 07/07/2016 new parts/alternates are added in bold. It wasn’t as drastic a loss as I feared, it seems! x



“Ouch… no, I don’t… I’m sure your fingers do taste good, sweetheart, but—mmph.”

Harry hears your quiet whispers in the hallway and that’s when he lets himself break fully into consciousness. He blinks sleepily before squeezing his eyes shut, because he can catch a few more minutes, he thinks. You won’t be bothering him just yet.

He misses the dip of the bed next to him.


Your voice is suddenly right next to him and little hands are curiously poking at his ear. Harry frowns deeply and burrows his head deeper into his pillow and he feels the bed shake a bit.

“Daddy,” you try again. “Wake up, Daddy.”

Harry’s face turns into the pillow entirely. “Sunday,” is the single word he moans. “Bloody fuckin’—“

“Harry Edward—“


“It’s Father’s Day,” you retort. “Although I have a good mind to take him away from you if you can’t even keep a clean mouth around him.”

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Kieran Saves The Day

Emma could feel Mark change. His world had narrowed, she knew she was being selfish. But Julian mattered, not some faerie prince.

But Mark seemed to forget the point, she took him aside once on the roof. His eyes unfocused her.

“What is it Emma?”

He was anxious. Anxious to get back to him. Emma saw red,

“Mark, look we have to be unified in this. Okay? Remember we’re doing this for Julian.”

“Ah, is that how you got him to look at you?”

Mark turned and relaxed when he saw Kieran slip through the door toward them.

Emma glared.

“Don’t lie, it is not fair to the one who holds your heart.”

Emma looked at him confused. Mark opened his mouth, Kieran stopped him, their hands lacing together.

“She knows what I mean.”

“Still? After I chose them over you.”

Make buried his head in Kieran’s neck.

Kieran turned smiling into his hair, Emma could feel her heart break. They didn’t deserve to be happy when she couldn’t, when Julian was bleeding everyday by pushing himself too much.

“You forget I knew you would choose them. But you forgave me. My love you forgave me, who am I to deny perfection when it falls in my path?”

Mark chuckled. They stared at each other for a few moments.

“It’s not that simple.”

Kieran turned to her and rolled his eyes.

“Oh I’m well aware of forbidding of eros in your soul-partnership. Which is why I’m going to help you both.”

Emma blinked, her eyes narrowed.

“Why? What do you gain?”

Kieran flicked his eyes to Mark who rolled his eyes, though he blushed faintly.

“I have a debt to you both. It was never my intention to hurt either of you, and you both saved me, offered me protection when I did not deserved it.”

“Fine we both did, so me in particular?”

“Did you have any fleeting moments of happiness with her Mark?”

Mark looked at him confused but nodded. Kieran turned to her and smiled.

“That’s why. I owe you both a debt, but I am allowed to chose which I honor, which one helped me the most. You not only saved Mark and Julian from being lashed, but you were able to help Mark smile. My debt to you for that goes far beyond what I owe Julian.”

Mark pulled Kieran close, giving him a kiss on the lips. He buried his head in his neck.

“Kier, enough.”

He only smiled at Mark fondly.


Emma finally said, she needed this scene to end or she was about to throw someone off a roof.

Kieran pulled Mark to the ground. Emma followed a moment after. Mark and Emma shared a confused look, Kieran gave them an amused smile.

“Well? Let us plan how we are going to deceive Julian into believing you both are in love.”

“You have experience with this?”

Mark asked skeptically, Kieran rolled his eyes (he was doing that a lot now, a habit picked up from living with them)

“I’m a Prince not dead. I’ve seen my brothers do it, be with someone for a couple of hundreds years to avoid an arranged betrothal.”

“Aren’t you allowed to have many partners?”

Kieran nodded,

“But a bond such as Toth is paramount. It is one of the most important esteemed promises one can make.”


“My brothers don’t like to be bound to anything, how do you think they’d feel to be bound with someone for eternity?”

“Okay but you can still have any one you want?”

Kieran sighed, Mark finally spoke. Kissing Kieran’s hand in a gentle reassurance.

“Promises are important to Faeries. Promise of ones heart is one the biggest things they ask of their lover. Of the one care about. Promise of fidelity is not something many find worth it. In Toth you promise your heart to each other, but if you are allowed to have many lovers how do you not know you would accidentally come to love them?”

“It’s happened before, it gets terrible. Poison was involved in the last one a couple hundred years ago, the lover and spouse was found dead.”

Mark rolled his eyes as Kieran’s eyes gleamed. Unseelies.

“And did you?”

Emma asked quietly ignoring Kieran’s story.

“Did we what?” Asked Mark.

“Did you give your hearts to each other?”

Mark and Kieran shared a look and nodded at her. Emma sighed.

“Alright Prince-Boy help me.”

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Interference (pt 9)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14 | pt 15 | pt 16 | pt 17 |

Officer!Jimin x Reader AU

(A/n) First of all, Jimin doesn’t show up at all in this part. Also this shouldn’t be that graphic as pt 7 was, but still:

warning: this may be a little bit graphic! shield your eyes children

“I-I promise I’ll do anything you tell me to do!” a desperate voice cries, “I-I won’t r-run away this time so let her go, yeah?”

Another muffled scream sounds from the girl strapped to a wooden chair, a towel shoved into her mouth. Beside the chair is a bucket of water settled at the feet of the chair and discarded pieces of bloodied nails that were torn off.

“Oh but I can’t,” says a man dressed in all black, from head to toe his head covered with his hoodie and his face covered by a black face mask. Only his dark eyes are visible to the man and the weeping woman, just cold abysses of darkness that could swallow someone whole.

Leaning down closer to the woman, he yanks her hair back to expose her neck. His other hand lets the pliers drop from his gloved fingers and he takes out a switchblade.

“She’s already a witness,” he whispers sternly, chuckling when she whimpers at the feeling his blade cutting into the skin of her neck, “Her eyes have already seen too much.” He slowly moved the tip of the blade so that it points directly over her widened eyeballs.

He clicks his tongue as she squeezes her eyes shut in fear, before he takes the knife and shoves it into her thigh.

Another muffled scream tears through her throat, her face twisting in pain as tears spring to her eyes.

“St-stop it! She won’t spill, you want me right?!”

The man grunts, twisting the blade before pulling it out and pointing the tip at the lanky man strapped down into another wooden chair. Bruises adorn his flesh, his left eye swollen and a cut splitting his right eyebrow.

“Why wouldn’t I want you?” he scoffs, turning back to the woman and wiping her own blood on her torn clothes, “Why not mess with the members of a group that rivals my father’s?”

A laugh tears through the room, the restrained male smirking up at the taller despite his position, “So that’s what this is? I heard about what happened to the other guys and their girls. It’s all because of daddy’s boy here, pfft what a fucking lap dog–”

A gloved fist shoots out and crashes into his jaw, the dark eyes of the masked man glaring at him heatedly, “You can shut the fuck up you piece of shit.”

“So how should I do this?” he sighs, turning away while shoving a hand into his back pocket to retrieve a spoon, “Shall we listen to her scream? Or should I put her out of her misery first?”

At the sight of the spoon, the woman begins sobbing protests into the towel stuffed in her mouth, tears running down her cheeks. Her whole body is shaky with trembles, writhing to get free.

“Pl-please don’t let her suffer,” the man weakly says, looking at his lover with apology and sadness.

“Suffer?” the masked man hums, curling his fingers around her throat, applying pressure until she’s desperately trying to suck in air through her nose. He positions the edge of the spoon at her eye, but she squeezes her eyes shut and retreats from the spoon.

Clicking his tongue, he shoves the spoon back into his pocket in favor of his switchblade, positioning at her jugular.

“You’re moving quite a lot Miss,” he whispers, ignoring the cries of protests from the male behind him, “I think we should fix that for me to do this properly, yeah?”

She starts shaking her head vigorously, however he narrows his eyes and grabs her jaw with his free hand, swiftly slitting her throat. Her struggling halts abruptly, her form slumping over.

“You fucking bastard!” the man behind him growls, struggling against his restraints.

“Quiet now, or I’m going to have to resort to waterboarding you too,” he chides calmly, shoving his switchblade into the pocket of his hoodie and fishing back out the spoon.

“Just enjoy the show for now,” he hums, using his thumb and index finger to spread her eyelids.


Namjoon grimaced, glancing around at the curious expressions of the detectives in his unit, even Yoongi who was sauntering in from the break room.

“Namjoon..” Seokjin whispers wearily, standing beside him with the broom and dustpan still held in his hands.

“Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok-hyung,” Namjoon cleared his throat, giving his partner a look before addressing the two males he called, “It was general duty, there was a report of suspicious screams–”

“Well why the hell are they handing their job to us?” Yoongi grits, leaning against one of the desks with his arms crossed, “Are they cowards?”

“Doesn’t matter, they’re saying it calls for an investigation,” he says. When Yoongi looks like he’s going to protest, Namjoon glares at him, “Shut the fuck up and get ready.”


The masked man rolls the detached eyeballs in his gloved hand, pondering whether he should nail them to the wall or do something new this time. He left the spoon impaled into the bloody pits of her empty eye sockets, the scarlet liquid pouring down over her cheeks like tears. He made a mental note to retrieve before he leaves and the police would arrive.

Turning to glance at the crying man behind him, he stops playing with the eyes. A sinister grin curls at the corners of his lips behind the face mask.

“Open your mouth.”

“Wh-what?” the man balked, eyes wide as the taller approaches with one of the eyeballs held in between his index and thumb, “Fuck man y-you’re crazy! Insane!”

Shoving the other eye into his hoodie pocket, he uses his free hand grip the man’s jaw, applying pressure until his mouth opens unwillingly. Once wide enough, he shoves the eye inside his mouth and lets go before covering the man’s mouth to keep him from spitting it out.

Disgust twists the man’s face, until it morphs into pain when he uses his other hand, gripping his throat harshly. Letting go, he presses his thumb harshly down on the jugular notch in between his collarbones.

The man is struggling, his hands flying to push him off, but futile as his lungs burn for oxygen. His windpipe is crushed under the mere pressure of the masked man’s thumb on the suprasternal notch.

When he stops struggling and slumps over just like the woman, he lets go of the man, retracting both hands. He takes out the other eyeball and stares at it contemplatively.

“Where am I gonna put this one?” he sighs, before shoving it into the mouth of the woman after he had taken out the towel and dropped it into the bucket of water. Yanking out the spoon, he wiped the blood that layered its silvery surface on her clothes before shoving it back into his back pocket.

Whistling a soft tune, he begins the process of hiding the bodies.

Just as he begins to untie the restraints, he could pick up the sounds of sirens roaring outside the apartment.

“Shit..” he curses, “They’re here rather quick this time.”

He gives up on moving the bodies and grabs the packages of powdery substances he’d found, stuffing them into his backpack of tools.

“What a bunch of noobs, their hiding places couldn’t get anymore obvious.”


“Why did you come along again?”

You twirl your fingers meekly when Yoongi finally parks the car outside the apartment complex and turns to regard you with a judging narrow of his eyes.

“I didn’t want to be left alone at the precinct?”

Yoongi snorts, sneering at your reply, “Is that supposed to be a question?”

“Calm down hyung,” Hoseok tuts with a pleasant smile, “But Seokjin hyung and Namjoon were there, Jiminie and Tae were there too albeit busy though.”

“Don’t worry,” you smile, “I’m just staying in the car this time.”

“Are you sure you want to be left alone?”

“I-I’m fine!” you try and convince them, standing your ground as Yoongi squints at you before sighing in frustration.

“You’re unbelievable, no wonder it took Jimin a while to tolerate your ass,” he mutters darkly, before nodding in defeat. Reaching over, he places a gentle hand atop your head, looking you straight in the eye as he whispers, “We’ll be right back, okay, I’ll leave my phone here to keep you busy, and if anything comes up just call Hoseok’s number or Namjoon if we’re unreachable.”

“Yes sir!”


Peering into the door’s peephole, he nods to himself, fixing the snapback on his head and adjusting the now white face mask. His black hoodie is replaced with a gray one and his gloves are shoved into his pocket, used only when he opens the door to keep from leaving any traces.

Outside, he passes as a normal adult walking along the hallway and traveling down the emergency exit stairs.

He’s home bound when he successfully passes two officers along the way, a blonde and a brunette, though the blonde one gives him a suspicious glance before they continue on their way.

Those two aren’t regular general duty officers, he concludes as he trudges through the parking lot to get to his car.

Passing a police car, he glances at it briefly, locking eyes with the person inside.

Color drains from his face when he scrutinizes the person.

But before he could think of anything, his phone is vibrating in the back pocket of his dark slacks.

Continuing hurriedly to his car, tossing his bag into the back seat as he hops into the driver’s seat, he picks up his cell phone.

“Yes.. father?”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where gom minus kuroko behave oposite on their personalities?

A/N: I wasn’t sure as to which form of Akashi you were referring to, so I’ll just assume it’s “Emperor Akashi” that you wanted. If not tell me and I’ll change it!

AKASHI avoids everyone’s gaze, his cheeks turning a bright red as he tries hiding his face. He smiles kindly to those he knows, and waves when waved to. His normal superiority complex seemingly disappeared. He smiles and waves as Hayama runs toward him “Good afternoon! How is your day going? Have you eaten enough today, here have this snack. I hope to see you soon, good bye for now.” Looking after Akashi’s retreating form, Hayama is flabbergasted by the onesided conversation he’d just had.

AOMINE smiles at you as he hands you a homemade lunch. “Hope you like it!” The grin on his face is so wide, you thought it looked painful. “Shall we go out tonight? Oh! I know, let’s go for dinner and then cuddle at home.” Moving closer to you, Aomine rests his head on your shoulder as he clings to your arm. 

KISE sighs as he trudges down the hall, dragging his feet along the ground. Girls and boys alike, flocking toward him. Dodging their questions and gazes, Kise glares at them, ready to explode. “Haven’t you lot got anything better to do than follow me around all day?” He doesn’t even look at them as he storms away, groaning about what a bother they were.

MIDORIMA leaves his house with only his backpack, no crazy lucky objects. During class he’s resting his chin on his hand, his head bobbing as he begins to fall asleep. Midorima’s friends and classmates all try waking him, but he continues drifting further and further into deep sleep, not taking down a single note with his lucky pencil.

MURASAKIBARA wakes up early and goes jogging before he gets ready for school. Making sure to eat a healthy breakfast, Murasakibara leaves his home early, studying on his way to the bus. Even as the bus sways to and fro, Murasakibara keeps his nose delved deep into his studies, he chuckles at the thought of getting another A on another test.


You’ve been traped in a cage for hours now while pretending to be asleep. You’ve heard a bunch of people talking and gossiping around about you. Everyone was talking about the one and only Peter Pan and what is he going to do with you. Some of their thoughts scared you a little, but you are okay with it. You HAVE to be afraid from Pan, that’s why you believe. And as you do believe, your curse is to have the heart of the truest believer.

- She’s still asleep. She didn’t talk or move. - You listen carefully at the boy that seems to be near from you.

- Thank you Felix, you can leave now. - Oh god. You recognize that voice and suddenly a chill explores your whole body. There are some seconds of silence as you notice him touching the cage.- Lets just stop faking that we are sleeping, shall we? - You open your eyes and glare at him.

- What exactly do you want from me? - He sighs and smiles at you.

- What? Can’t I just have a small talk with you? - He glares at you. - Oh, by the way… - He takes out an apple and gives it to you. - I brought you dinner.- You spit in Pan’s face and he cleans it. - Well, I’m glad that was your reaction because I’m here to offer you a deal.

- I don’t want any of your ‘deal’ things. They never work well.

- Indeed, but what if I reward you with freedom?

- There’s no freedom here in Neverland, actually you told me that, didn’t you?- He smirks.

- I can’t let you leave, but I CAN free you from this cage.

-Why’d you do that?

-See, here’s the point. Tonight I’m supposed to bring you with me to welcome your arrival.- You let go a sarcastic laugh.

- You are actually thanking my arrival as you have me captive in here? 

- Oh love, there’s no way I’ll let you escape.

- Disgusting. - You mumble.

- So here’s the deal. - He says avoiding what you just said. - You come with me, I give you a nice dress and take you to the ‘meeting’ as I like to say and afterwards you’re allowed to walk around the island by yourself.

- Deal. - You know exactly what you’re going to do. 

- Great. - He opens the cage, you stretch and he appears chains around your wrists.

- Wasn’t I supposed to be free?

- Not before the meeting, love.


Hours after the meeting, you managed to escape Neverland up to the land of Ariel. She helped you. You are completely safe, well that’s what you think.

- Remind me to never leave you alone again.- You turn around kind of scared.- You know, (Y/N), I actually believed in your word. But I guess it was a wrong choise, wasn’t it?

- Don’t bring me back to there. I beg you, Peter. - He smiles.

- Oh, of course I am. But this time with a little curse that I’ve been keeping up to this moment.

- What? No, please Pan, I beg you. - He smirks and you both appear in Neverland.- What did you do? - You look everywhere and don’t see a thing out of the common. You start to feel empty.- Why are my emotions vanishing? - He smiles.

- Oh, I kinda became the owner of your heart. 

- Wh-what? - You frown.

- Welcome to your new home, (Y/N).

AU where Sirius got to Harry first before Hagrid did


“It’s him, Lily! Take Harry and run! I’ll hold him off as long as I can! Just go!”

“Please, not Harry! Not my Harry!”

“Avada Kedavra!”
Sirius had made a mistake.

The moment he found Peter’s house empty (fucking rat bastard), Sirius knew that he had been so wrong. He prided himself on his ability to sense danger, but when he felt a chill running down his spine, for the first time ever, he wished he wasn’t feeling it this time. He didn’t spare another second and hurried to Apparate to James’ home. He felt like he was going to die right then and there when he saw the house was completely destroyed. He was trembling from top to toe, the grief he felt was too much for him, but still he forced himself to look into the house. Memories of his best friend (oh, James) filled his mind as he stepped inside, moments when they spent Christmas together, or when he helped the young couple first moved into the house… A heart-wrenching sob escaped him when he found his best friend lying on the floor in the living room, his lifeless eyes stared wide opened at Sirius. His best friend, his brother, was dead. James was no more. Never again would scold Sirius carelessness, even if he secretly found it funny. His best friend was gone. It took all the will Sirius had in him to make his way into James’ room, knowing already what he’d find there. But it still killed him when he saw Lily’s form on the floor beside Harry’s crib, where the baby himself was crying loudly for the mother that would never wake up again.

“Ma… Mama… Da…” little Harry cried, sobbing over his own tears. Sirius gulped and picked the baby up into his arms. The sight of a familiar face calmed the crying child a little bit, and he hiccuped a small giggle as his chubby fingers poked Sirius’ cheek.

“Hiya, Harry,” Sirius whispered, burying his face into Harry’s mop of unruly hair (so much like James). “You’ll come with Padfoot, okay? I’ll keep you save.”

The baby looked at him, his uncanny green eyes (why, Lily? Why did you have to die and leave your child alone?) looked right back into Sirius’ grey ones with a startling odd look in them. It was like the little child understood what Sirius just told him. That was probably what made his mind. Looking around the room, Sirius knew Harry was his number one priority now. Fucking Pettigrew just had to wait. He took enough time to picture his secret safehouse, all the way in New Zealand, and Apparated away right when Hagrid burst into the room, watching Sirius Disapparated from the house.

With Harry.
“He took ‘im! He took little ‘Arry!” Hagrid bellowed when he appeared right in front of Dumbledore and McGonagall, waving his umbrella wildly with worrying carelessness.

“Merlin, Hagrid, low your voice down!” McGonagall hissed, her tone taking the usual stern and authoritive one she often used toward her students.

(Especially to that meddling foursome.)

“I’m sorry, Professor!” Hagrid whispered quickly, though it was still loud enough to probably wake the Muggles within twenty to fifty radius. “But he took ‘Arry!”

“Who, Hagrid?” Dumbledore asked, his voice all calm and collected, but one could still detect the urgency in it. “Who took Harry?”

“Sirius Black!” Hagrid exclaimed. “He was in the house when I got there. I saw him Disapparated away.”

“Oh, dear…” McGonagall breathed, her face paling a little. “What Pettigrew said was right. He was right. Sirius-”

“Now, now, Minerva,” Dumbledore cut her off. “We shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions so quickly. I’m sure that Sirius has an explanation to what he did.”

“But, what if-”

No,” Dumbledore said, this time there was a finality to his light tone. “Sirius wouldn’t do that to James. The boy is capable of many things, but he’ll never betray his brother.”

McGonagall pursed her thin lips but said nothing more. Sighing, she finally said, “What shall we do then, Albus?”

Giving a sad smile, Dumbledore said, “We wait and pray that Sirius knows what he’s doing. We have faith in him and hope for the best.”
A loud cry was heard in the small cottage in Inglewood, New Zealand. The cry obviously came from the small child being held by the tall man with his mercurial eyes, his handsome face looked worn and tired.

“Don’t cry, Harry, please,” Sirius said softly, bouncing Harry a little in his arms as he paced around the room. “It’s only been three days. We’ll have to make sure that Voldemort is really gone. Until then, it’s not safe for us to go back home.”

Miraculously, the baby’s cries ceased to exist. Clapping his hands together, he began to giggle. Sirius sighed in relief and kissed the top of Harry’s head.

“Thank you, mini Prongs. I promise, we’ll go home soon. I promise.”
“It’s been a week, Dumbledore! A week and I’ve got nothing!” Remus yelled as he barged into Dumbledore’s office. “Please tell me that- what is he doing here?

Remus stared at the form of his childhood nemesis sitting in front of his former Headmaster. Snape was just as unpleasant to look at as he was back when they were still students of Hogwarts. But Remus knew that he was now a Death Eater, and he could not understood what in the world was Dumbledore thinking to accept the greasy snake.

“Ah, Remus,” Dumbledore said, smiling brightly at the werewolf. “Do sit down, please.”

“I’m sitting nowhere beside that Death Eater,” Remus snapped, glaring murderously at the former Slytherin, whose black eyes were staring at Remus with absolute hatred. The pain of losing his best friend were enough for Remus to have a personality transplant.

“Nor would I sit with a werewolf,” Snape answered silkily. That did it for Remus.


“Boys, sit down,” Dumbledore said sharply. “You two are adults now. I expect you to be way over your petty and childish rivalry.”

Both men (oh, Merlin, but look how much they’d both grown) glared murderously at each other. But in the end, they complied and Remus took a sit beside Snape, who scooted his chair away from Remus not-so swiftly. If Dumbledore sensed the tension between his former students, he was wise enough to ignore it and instead, he grabbed a piece of parchment that he received just a couple of hours before Snape came to see him.

“Remus, you were asking why Severus was here. Well, he came to see me to ask whether I had a spot for a rogue Death Eater that would spy for me on Voldemort.”

“’Rogue Death Eater’?” Remus snorted. “You can’t stop being one. Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater.”

“He told me that he knew the culprit who sold James and Lily to Voldemort,” Dumbledore continued. Instantly, that got Remus’ attention.

“What?” he yelped. “Wait a second… He what?”

“Wow, Lupin, I didn’t know you were this stupid,” Snape drawled maliciously. “No wonder he got away so easily.”

“Shut up, you bastard,” Remus spat, whirling around to face the Death Eater. “You don’t talk unless you tell me who was it that-”

“It’s Pettigrew,” Snape said curtly, the look on his face told Remus how stupid he thought Remus was. “You must be a bigger idiot than both Potter and Black combined if you didn’t notice the time he spent missing at night.”

Remus would have killed Snape for the off-handed comment he made on James and Sirius had it not for the fact that he was too shocked to react. It couldn’t be true. He just saw Peter minutes ago, and his old friend was still grieving for James and Lily, all the while blaming himself for what Sirius had done. Once he finally got over his shock, an uncontrollable anger began to take over. Remus rarely let the wolf in him to dictate his emotions, but right at that moment, he wished that it was the full moon so he could let the beast loose on his so-called best friend.

“That bastard,” Remus hissed, barely able to contain his anger. “After all James and Sirius had done for him. How could he…”

“He’ll pay for it, Remus,” Dumbledore said. “He’ll pay for his crimes.”

Remus nodded wordlessly, too angry to say anything.

“Now that we have all cleared out, I’m going to show you the letter I just received this morning from Sirius.”
“We’re coming home, Harry,” Sirius said, a small but radiant smile on his handsome face. “We’re coming home and we’ll see Uncle Moony again.”

Little Harry giggled when Sirius tickled his tummy. The sound brought a round of laughter from the man as he scanned his cottage for once last time. The last of the three pureblooded Purebloods left in Britain knew that this was it; that this was the time for him to face everything back home. He’d been gone for over two weeks, and it was time to get Peter - no, Pettigrew for everything he’d done.

And made him pay for betraying his friends.
Bang. Bang. Bang.

The sound that came for the little hammer Barty Crouch Sr pounded against his table sealed the fate of one Peter Pettigrew night. The man’s beady eyes went wide as tears went down his face profusely before he began to wail, yelling and screaming for his last two remaining friends for mercy, fighting to break-free from the grip of the two Aurors that held him. But said friends never budged, their face impassive as they stared at the crying man that was screaming their name.

“Sirius! Remus! Please, don’t let them take me! Don’t do this to me, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have done it, but please! Please, don’t do this,” Pettigrew screamed loudly, still fighting with all his might, even as he was being dragged away by the Aurors.

But still, Sirius and Remus showed no mercy. The werewolf merely grabbed Harry from Sirius’s arms before he exited the room, his face showed little to no emotion except the blatant hatred he had from the screaming filth as he walked through throng of people with his best friend’s son his arms. And Sirius… The last living heir of the Black family merely stared stonily at Pettigrew, his mercurial eyes, cold and brutal they were toward people he loathed, never showed the mercy his former friend asked from him. They just stared long and hard, until he too followed his best friend and his Godson.

Pettigrew’s loud scream could be heard all over the fifth floor of the Ministry when he saw both of his old friends had left him.

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Request - Just wondering if I could request cooking with castiel and it tastes horrible but gives it to sammy and dean afterwards?

(For highoffcastiel. Hope you like it xx)

You warily watched Cas as he started to throw spices that he thought would suffice into the soup that you were making for the boys; telling him what he was doing wrong wasn’t going to happen, though, because you didn’t want to ruin his spirits. The angel was smiling to himself, and you could tell that he was pleased with what he was doing; you didn’t have the heart to discourage him, so you continued to slice up vegetables without a word.

“Ouch!” You yelped when you accidentally nicked your finger with the knife, observing the bright crimson that was starting to pulse out of the cut. Castiel was instantly at your side, looking at your tiny wound.

“Would you like me to heal it?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“It’s just a small cut, Cas,” you laughed. “Trust me; I’ll live through it.”

“I will go by whatever you say, but—”

He was interrupted when the alarming sound of sizzling caught both of you by surprise; turning around, you saw that the soup had boiled over the brim of the pot, and was now overflowing onto the stovetop. Rushing to save it, Cas quickly turned the stove off and moved the pot, while you grabbed a rag and started to clean up the mess.

“Are you two okay in there?” Dean’s concerned call came from the library, and you were quick to reassure him.

“We’re absolutely fine; thanks!”

Castiel looked uncertain. “Shouldn’t we tell them that—”

“Nope,” you instantly replied in the middle of his question. “We wouldn’t want to show them what we’re making!”

He hesitantly nodded in agreement, and you were relieved; if the boys came in here, Cas would surely be disappointed in his hard work that had gone a bit awry. “Well, what shall we do?”

“The soup isn’t ruined,” you told him, and grabbed the bowl of vegetables that you had taken the time to cut up for the angel. “We just need to allow these to boil in the broth; please do keep an eye on it, though, and stir it while you do.”

Sighing to yourself, you smiled a little as you observed Cas return to work, stirring the soup like you had asked him to do. You wondered if Sam and Dean had known what they were getting themselves into when he had asked if he could cook for them; they probably had, and just didn’t want to lower his hopes just as much as you did. If anything, this had been a learning experience for Castiel and surely one day, he would figure out how to correctly do certain things like this.

Roughly half an hour passed before the soup was ready, and Cas pulled a steaming spoonful out of it. “Y/N, would you like to taste it?”

Forcing yourself to hold back your grimace, you walked over to him and put on a cheerful face. “Of course!” He was watching in anticipation, wide blue eyes full of hope as you brought the spoon to your lips; hesitantly sipping the soup, you had to swallow it down quickly, making it so it wouldn’t stay on your tastebuds for long. It tasted downright god-awful, but you pasted on a bright smile for him. “It’s delicious, Cas!”

The look that appeared on his face was so excited that you were glad that you had lied, and he immediately began to take out two bowls for the brothers, not noticing the dishware that he was knocking about. "Let’s bring it to them right now!”

"Whoa there, hotshot,” You put the tableware back in order before taking the bowls from him and setting them down, spooning soup into each of them. “You can take these to them, but please be careful.”

He picked the hot bowls up, indifferent to the temperature as he briskly walked to the library, and you shook your head, grinning as you took out two spoons for the boys to eat with.

When you entered the library Sam and Dean were looking expectant, pushing away their research in order to make room for the bowls that Cas was setting in front of them.

“It smells great,” Sam commented, and the angel became even more enthusiastic. You tried not to give away your uneasiness as you gave the Winchesters the spoons, and then took a seat in front of them so that you could gauge their reactions.

“Well, then eat!” Castiel was becoming impatient, and the brothers visibly took deep breaths before eating one spoonful each. Dean almost instantly choked, but managed to hold it down, while Sam raised his eyebrows and tried not to show any signs of disgust. You caught their eyes and gave them both a glare that said, Don’t you dare. “How is it?!”

Dean was the first to clear his throat, smiling for him. “It’s awesome, Cas; you did a great job, buddy.”

“I second that,” Sam interjected, grinning reassuringly. “It’s really…good.”

You had never seen Cas look so proud before, and his wide beam almost made up for the taste. Almost. “So, am I allowed to cook for you again?”

“Not for now, Cas,” Dean’s smirk was directed straight at you. “Y/N’s feelings would be hurt if you took over the kitchen with your mad skills.”

You didn’t even take the time to glower at the older Winchester, and instantly agreed. “Yeah; you’d be taking my job away from me!”

“I understand,” he responded, and his grin grew even bigger. “And since you’ve helped me, I shall go get you a bowl!”

Your eyes widened, and both of the boys now had sly smiles on their faces. “That’s alright, I—”

The angel had disappeared from the room before you could form an argument, and Sam chuckled.

“Hey; at least he’s happy.”

If Sirius Became A Single Dad AU: A Toddler

Also, Sirius, James, Lily/Rory, Remus

  • Remus and Lily wanted Harry and her to go to a Muggle Kindergarten. James and Sirius agreed on the condition that they go to the same school. (It was a given already so Remus and Lily didn’t mind.) 
  • Sirius was 100% the type of Dad‭ to wait outside the classroom for hours while Harry and Rory were having classes. He would sometimes peek through the windows. 
  •  She would always wear princess gowns to class. (SIRIUS WHY Because, Remus, she is my little princess and she always will be and everyone has to know okay all of those children except maybe Harry are just peasants compared to her
  • Once Remus, Sirius, James and Lily came to a parent-teacher conference and a teacher commented on why she has two fathers and that’s the story of how Harry and Rory left that school after the end of the school year. (Sirius look at the news Why A stag and a dog ruined a teacher’s car and trashed her house How interesting Yes, I do agree James Yeah A stag and a dog destroyed a teacher’s house So It’s amazing how wildlife has evolved these days I know right) 
  • One time a small boy kissed her cheek, and Sirius freaked out. He talked to the boy after classes (Can you feed my daughter what can you assure me that she’s going to live a happy long life um how many children do you want huh SIRIUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT POOR BOY Remus he violated her *sigh* What did he do He kissed her cheek, Remus, her cheek THEY’RE CHILDREN Doesn’t change the fact that he kissed her I’m so sorry about him, boy Watch it, son, I’m only allowing you this once *furious head nod* DADDY I WANT ICE CREAM Okay, my little princess, we shall get you your ice cream *sigh*
  • He spoiled her rotten, but Lily and Remus tried their best to tame her so she grew up okay. To Sirius’ defense, she was and still is his princess and she deserved all she wanted in the world. 
  • Not a single night went by that Sirius was not there to tuck her in. 
  • Remus and Sirius took turns reading to her at night. 
  • No matter what anyone ever said about her parents, she always, always believed that her fathers were the greatest in all the world.   
  • One time a student in her school made one of her friends cry and she punched them in the face. Remus scolded her. Sirius bought her a tub of her favorite ice cream. (SIRIUS I WAS TRYING TO TEACH HER A LESSON So was I WHAT LESSON IS THAT? PUNCH PEOPLE IN THE FACE? Well it’s actually punch people in the face when they deserve it SIRIUS YOU CAN SOLVE PROBLEMS BY TALKING THEM THROUGH Yeah, but you can punch them in the face too I’M DONE)
  • Remus didn’t talk to Sirius for two days. Sirius bought him a pack of his favorite chocolates. Though Remus assured her protecting her friends isn’t bad, but it was better to use her brain instead of her brawn. She promised him she would, next time. 
  • Remus, who didn’t have many friends as a child, encouraged Rory to always be social. He was always happy when she had friends over and somehow convinced Sirius to allow her to sleep overs. (Sirius would apparate to said person’s house to kiss her good night though). 
  • Sirius’ boggart became the image of her lifeless body, tortured, and he was unable to save her. 
  • Remus’ boggart was similar to Sirius’ except that her death was his doing. 
  • Her boggart, at that age, had been that her Dad and Daddy was away from her. 
  • After seeing her boggart, she demanded that they sleep in her room, right beside her. 
  • Harry and Rory would often engage in play wrestling. 
  • Sirius and James would play along, always beaten by the kids. (OH NO HARRY HAS BEATEN ME AGAIN HOW TRAGIC Why would you do this to your Daddy, sweetheart, why have you forsaken me SIRUS YOUR DAUGHTER HAS SUPER STRENGTH I CAN’T BEAT HER Harry, I am your godfather and you have hurt me. Why, Harry, why
  • Play wrestlings would often turn into tickle fights. 
  • Once she wanted to be a unicorn. It took Remus an entire month to sew three unicorn costumes for them.
  • Incidentally, the Potters were all dressed as foxes because Harry, too, wanted to be a fox and they are so in for family unity. 
  • Harry and Rory still cringe at the pictures. 
  • Every day, Sirius and Remus would always, always tell her how much they loved her, regardless if they were mad or not. 
  • Remus and Sirius were determined to give her a happy, wonderful home filled with love and stability; something both Remus and Sirius did not always have as children. 
  • They did, and every day for the rest of her life, she thanked them for it.
Wrapped Around Your Finger: Part 2 (Smut)

{Note: I’m so sorry for the wait, I’m a terrible person. I rewrote this countless times because I couldn’t come up with a good scenario. And the symbolism was completely unintended until half way through. It works though.. And is smutty. I hope it meets/exceeds any expectations. I actually like this.. Sorry for any errors as well}

Part 1:

You sat on the couch waiting for the boys in a state of anticipation. The boys were set to arrive in ten minutes and for some reason, your heart beat at a rapid pace, nerves on end. You ran upstairs slid out of your sweats and cami, putting on only a large flannel over your lacy white and gold undergarments. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, scrunching up your loose waves and dabbed glitter over the light dusting of white eyeshadow above your winged eyeliner. 

You looked down at your almond manicure then sighed as you looked to your ring finger that was previously adorned by a purity ring from your mother. Sadly that ring had been removed days after getting it. You still felt an insane amount of guilt because of it but your hand had recently been graced by ‘promise rings’ from the boys. You chuckled at the fact that you hadn’t exactly figured out what the boys had been promising. You were suddenly broken from thought as the boys approached the bathroom door, “Fuck,” Gilinsky blatantly stated, looking you up and down. Johnson muttered under his breath, his glare practically burning through you. With the combination of Gilinsky in his red beanie, Johnson in his white SnapBack you were forced to do a double take. You blinked as you looked to the floor, refusing to make any unnecessary eye contact. Gilinsky slid behind you, grabbing your ass, “Don’t you dare go playing ‘little Miss Inocent’ on us,” he groaned, “Especially when your dressed like that..” 

You briefly closed your eyes, rolling back your shoulders. Johnson glared at Gilinsky, “Don’t question it, it’s hot.” You began to unbutton your flannel as you walked down the hall and into your room, being sure to sway your hips in the process. The boys quickly followed, hot on your tail. “You locked the front door, correct?” You questioned, your shirt fully unbuttoned, sitting loosely around you. “Yes Princess,” Johnson immediately replied. You shut off the overhead light and plugged in the white Christmas lights that draped across your walls, “I owe you two, I made a promise and I’m keeping it,” you added walking towards them, dropping to your knees. “You went all out, I’m impressed,” Gilinsky added as he approached you, unbuttoning his dark gray jeans. You looked over to Johnson who was ridding himself of his black zip-up hoodie followed by his Huf tee shirt. Soon Gilinsky was left only in his Kelvin Kleins which was very easy on the eyes. 

Johnson plopped down on your bed in his boxers as you slowly pulled down G’s boxers, palming him through the spandex like material. He groaned as you licked his tip, cleaning up the minute amount of pre cum, “Don’t tease,” he growled. You nodded innocently, looking him in the eyes, muttering a small, “Sorry.” You took him into your mouth, occasionally playing with his balls as you bobbed your head. He groaned out in pleasure, entangling his fingers in your hair, “You can take more Baby,” he moaned out. You hollowed your cheeks, taking as much of him as you could. Gilinsky suddenly pushing himself further, and further, eventually triggering your touch of gag reflex as he groaned animalistically. 

You lowered yourself to another angle, taking a smaller portion into your mouth. You lick G’s tip once more, sending him over edge. He moaned out as he came in your mouth, “Fuck (Y/N)!” You took a deep breath after swallowing, Gilinsky grabbed your hands, pulling you up. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you,” he added after kissing your forehead. You shrugged arrogantly, “‘Little Miss Innocent’ took it like a pro though.” He smirked, “Don’t get cocky, payback is a bitch and you were a tease.” You bit lip as you walked towards Johnson, “Ready?” You questioned as Gilinsky walked out of the room, shutting the door, “You don’t have too..” Johnson muttered. You shrugged, proving it was no big deal, “I’m not gonna be that cockblock and deny you, more importantly, I don’t break promises,” you added, pointing to the rings on your finger. Johnson smiled as you dropped to your knees. “Up,” he added aggressively, pulling you up. “Lose the panties,” he added with a devilish grin. You’d never seen this aggressive, dominant side of Johnson, usually he was a quiet sweetheart who loved receiving oral, but this was thrilling. “On the bed,” he commanded. 

Your obedience in tact, you followed his every order. “Good girl,” he added, a finger running over your dripping core. “My princess is really a little slut, isn’t she?” He questioned, his finger slamming into you. You moaned out at his touch, “Jack, yes..” He smirked curling his fingers before taking them out. You immediately sat up groaning, “Fuck you Johnson, you never tease!” He smirked, shrugging, “There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” You scoffed as Johnson placed you on the floor. He slid off his boxers, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor, “Don’t tease and I’ll go down on you.” You nodded, biting your lip at his words, taking Johnson into your mouth. You immediately deep throated him, hallowing your cheeks and moving your head to a more direct angle. Johnson gripped your shoulders as for leverage as he began to thrust into your mouth. Your fingers massaged at his balls throughout this process, intensifying the pleasure. Johnson had turned into a moaning mess, signaling his orgasm. 

He attempted to pull out but you wouldn’t allow it, as he came into your mouth, more as on your face. You swallowed and Jack wiped the remainder into your mouth. “That was hot as fuck, but I now owe you.” Jack reached into your dresser drawer containing his and G’s extra clothes, and pulled out a clean pair of boxers, effortlessly slipping them on. “Lay down on the edge of the bed Princess,” Johnson’s tone was demanding yet there was a subtle sweetness laced within it. You scooched towards the edge of the bed, Jack knelt before you. His fingers plunged into you without warning. He soon began to rub at your clit at an agonizingly slow pace causing you to buck your hips, “Jack,” you moaned out, involuntarily squeezing your legs together. “Hold on, (Y/N),” he muttered while prying your legs apart, locking his arms around them. Without warning, his tongue drove straight into your heat, forcing you to grip the sheets, sending you to your high. “Your so easy Princess, I don’t get it,” Jack added before cleaning you up. Your breathing finally easing to its normal pattern. You sat up and rebuttoned your flannel, “Thank you,” you smiled placing a kiss on Johnson’s soft lips. 

After pulling away Johnson open your door to reveal a devious looking Gilinsky. You reached to the floor and stepping back into your panties, until Gilinsky stopped you. “Don’t think we’re done with you yet Babe, you said you were ours for the night and I’m not gonna let you down, until I go down on you,” Gilinsky spoke, cockiness evident in his tone. You sighed leaning against the wall, “Can we watch our movie before we do anything more exciting?” You asked batting your eyes, sticking out your bottom lip. Johnson smiled as he put his jeans back on, “Anything for our princess..” You smiled then Gilinsky proceeded to throw you over his shoulder, “What shall it be?” You asked without protest, “That’s up to you..” Gilinsky replied without hesitation. “I’ve trained you two well,” you laughed as G carried you down the stairs, Johnson tagging right behind. 

As G set you down on the couch you couldn’t help but to look down at your hand. Those boys really were wrapped around your finger, now just in more ways than one…

Golden Rule

Requested by Anonymous
Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Characters: Castiel x Reader x Dean

Reader gender: female

Warnings: smut, fluff, cussing, three way

A/N: this is based off the song “Three Way (Golden Rule)” by The Lonely Island

So here’s your story.

About a year ago, you met Castiel, just a couple days after you met the Winchesters and moved into their bunker with them.

You instantly had a crush on the blue eyed, celestial being. But the problem was, you already had a crush on Dean. And you’d been flirting with him a lot.

A week ago, you had a night with Castiel alone in the bunker while the brothers were out. Long story short, shit went down and you slept with the angel.

And although you’d suspected it, he wasn’t shy or naïve in bed. He was amazing, could be rough if he wanted to, but mostly loving and soft, always caring about what you wanted.

And of course, just when ️Dean thought you wanted him, you went and slept with Cas. But the thing was… You wanted both of them.

A couple nights ago, you formed a plan, and prayed to God it would work, based on the relationship between the angel and the older Winchester.

Tonight, you execute it.

You walked to Dean’s room, smiling wide. He still liked you, and you were going to take advantage of that. You’d only slept with Cas once, and you knew he wanted you too, but you weren’t exclusive.

You knocked on his door and you heard a “Come in!”

You walked in and he was laying on his bed, he looked over to see who it was. “Oh! It’s you. Hey, what’s up?”

You closed the door and walked over to the bed. “Shut up, Dean.” You muttered and crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. It was a bold move, you knew that, but you knew it would work.

For a second, Dean was frozen in surprise but then his lips started moving against yours. You were straddling him and his hands rested at your hips while yours were on his chest. Butterflies flew through your stomach as you felt him getting hard against your thigh. You reach a hand down to rub him, making him moan into your mouth.

“Want more fun?” You whispered, nipping at his hear.

He nodded and you spoke again, “My room. Ten minutes.”

You got up, winking at him and going to find Castiel.

You found him in his usual spot, the library. Thank god Sam wasn’t there or things were going to get awkward.

You walked up behind Castiel and kissed the side of his neck. “Hello, angel.” You whispered.

“Hello, (y/n).” Castiel smiled.

You wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the curve of his jaw, humming at the feeling of stubble on your lips.

“Think you could take a break, Cas?” You brushed your lips over his ear as you spoke seductively.

“Y- yeah.” Castiel nodded slowly.

“Awesome. Come to my room in about five minutes, okay?”

“Okay.” Castiel smiled and turned his face, pressing his lips to yours shortly.

“See you in a few.” You smiled and skipped off to your room.

You’d never really had the time or patience to go out and try on and buy any actual lingerie. So your best was your black lace matching bra and panties that you saved for special occasions. And this would sure be one, if things went accordingly, that is.

About five minutes later ️Dean rolled off of his bed and started towards your room. At the same time, Castiel checked the clock and suspected he should do the same.

“Hello, Dean.” You could hear Castiel speak to the hunter outside your door as you put some red lipstick on.

“Hey, Cas. Um… Whatcha doin here? I- I mean waiting for (y/n).” Dean tilted his head.

“I could be asking you the same thing. (Y/n) and I were about to engage in sexual activities and you may not want to be around to hear that.” Castiel stated blandly and you laughed to yourself.

Dean chuckled, “Uh- we were about to do that…”

You threw your hair around until it looked good, going to open the door.

Both men’s eyes roamed your body for a good full thirty seconds before you said anything. “Listen, I want both of you. You both want me. So I was thinking… Maybe you two could… share.”

Castiel wasn’t biased with genders or sexualities so be was probably gonna be cool with it. Dean, on the other hand, always seemed to be straight, but you’d questioned that before with all his eye fucking he does with Cas.

Why should Dean mind, anyways? It’s not gay when it’s in a three way.

Castiel was the first to speak, “I would very much enjoy that.” And you could tell by the tent in his slacks.

Dean was straining his jeans as well, looking at you hungrily before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m up for that.”

You smirked, “Wonderful.”

They walked into your room and shut the door behind them. Their pupils were blown with lust and they were eyeing you like you were the only girl in the world, and God, did it make you feel good.

“Cas, front. I’ll take back.” Dean ordered.

You were surprised by how planned out this already seemed. You could hardly believe this was actually happening.

Castiel pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before trailing his along your jaw and nipping at a sweet spot behind your ear.

You felt Dean’s warmth behind you as he snaked his hands around your waist and moved them up to cup your bra clad breasts. Not until he was slipping the piece of clothing off did you realize he’d unclasped your bra.

You felt both of them hard against your front and back as Castiel’s fingers found your clit and Dean’s found your nipples.

“So wet for us, Dean.” Castiel growled against your lips.

“Oh really? Switch me, Cas.” Dean breathed, his nose nuzzling the side of your neck.

You felt Castiel’s calloused fingers skim up your stomach until they met your chest and Dean’s hooked one in each side of your panties. He pulled them down and you stepped out of them as you heard his clothes ruffle while he stood back up.

Castiel’s motions made you throw your head back against Dean’s shoulder while he slipped a finger into your easily. “The angel was right.” Dean said, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder.

“Y- you guys. Please.” You whined.

“All in good time, (y/n).” Castiel whispered and kissed you deeply. You felt Dean’s warmth leave your back as ️Castiel guided you towards the bed.

When the backs of your knees met the mattress, you collapsed onto it, noticing both boys were still fully dressed. You remembered that you were supposed to be the one in control here. You were running the show.

“Now what we should we do-” Dean started to speak to ️Castiel but you interrupted him.

“Ah ah. I’m the one giving orders and writing the agenda.” You smirked.

“Okay. What shall we do?” Castiel tilted his head.

You sighed, thinking for a moment. “I’d like you to undress each other. If that’s alright with you, Dean.”

“Why are you just asking me?”

“I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with that, since you’re straight.” You sat up on your elbows. “Although, I see the way you look at Cas sometimes.”

“With Cas… It’s- the line’s a bit wavy.” Dean blushed.

“Alright then. You may begin.” You bit your lip, watching them. This was going to be interesting.

They turned to each other, Castiel slipping his hands over Dean’s chest and to his shoulders to slip his jacket off. Dean started panting a little from the single action. Caught him.

Dean slowly pulled Castiel’s tie off as the angel unbuttoned Dean’s jeans.

Castiel was blushing furiously now, looking down at Dean’s denim covered erection. Dean picked up the pace, pulling both of Castiel’s jackets off in one go. He ripped the white dress shirt off, making buttons fly across the room.

Once Castiel’s arms were available to move, he pulled Dean’s jeans and boxers down, releasing his hardness. The same went for Castiel when Dean yanked his slacks and underwear down and threw them behind him.

Their faces were only inches now and they were lost in each other’s eyes. This was a frequent issue.

You cleared your throat, reminding them of your presence. They turned their head to you quickly. “Yeah. Sorry.” Dean said, stepping away.

“Don’t be sorry.” You shrugged.

“Dean, I think this is a customary question to ask in this situation… Top or bottom?” Castiel looked back at him lustfully.

“I’ll bottom. You wanna take her from behind? You know how to use the lube?” Dean wasn’t sure how experienced the angel was.

“Yes, Dean. Thank you.” Castiel chuckled softly.

Dean sat back against the headboard, you crawled up to straddle him. You felt Castiel behind you as he rubbed lubed up fingers against your entrance.

“Cas…” You moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle Dean’s neck.

Dean shifted and his hardness pressed right against your heat, making you whimper shamelessly. You sank down onto him as you felt Cas’ fingers inside you as well. It was already so much and you didn’t know how Castiel was going to fit, but you’d make it work.

Soon you were moving up and down on Dean’s dick and Castiel’s fingers. The angel leaned in and whispered, “Do you think your ready?”

“Yes! Yes. Please, Cas.” You moaned and stilled so that ️Castiel could ease into you.

“F- fuck!” You whined, both boys now filling you completely.

Dean was doing his best not to make any horribly vulnerable noises, but he let a moan slip out and it was the damned hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

His eyes were screwed shut, jaw slack, face flush, and skin warm.

Two different groans came out when you moved up and back down hard. Castiel started moving, letting out a grunt with each thrust. Dean rolled his hips in time with the angel, panting hard and making sure you were full at all times.

“I’m not- ah- I’m not gonna last long.” You breathed against Dean’s collarbone. He hummed in agreement and Castiel was ahead of the both of you, cumming with a gasp a moment later.

“Cas!” You groaned, feeling him twitch inside you.

Dean’s hips stuttered as you came, following closely.

After another few minutes of moaning and panting, Castiel pulled out of you and you pulled off of Dean. You laid down together, the angel on your right and the older Winchester on your left.

Their arms were wrapped around you and your bodies were flush against each other, legs tangled together.

Amazing sex and then two hot men snuggled up next to you afterwards?

A girl could get used to this.

A Tempting Proposition

TITLE: A Tempting Proposition


AUTHOR: Wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being the most infamous assassins in all of Asgard (possibly even in all of the nine realms.) Having succeeded in ...

RATING: Teen and Up

NOTES: Okay, actually done this time. 

Loki walked purposely through hall until he reached the main dungeon. Sjurd was pacing back and forth as the two Einharjar stood waiting instruction. He walked over to them and the first thing they noted was the bloodied dagger in his hand.

“She is badly wounded, but not mortally so. Sjurd, go and retrieve her, and drag her to the market square, I want her hung for all of Asgard to see. I want her to be made an example of.” Loki growled angrily. The general nodded and ran back down the corridor as fast as his armour would permit him. When he had left, Loki turned to the two Einharjar. “The two of you are to inform the head prison guard to ready the gallows for a hanging, then go to my son’s rooms and guard them he is not permitted to leave them under any circumstances. The last thing he needs to see at his age is a such a death.” The Einharjar nodded in agreement and left. With that Loki smiled slyly as he dissolved into nothing.

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*Still tries to go trick or treating even though he’s way too old
*Will dress up the most obscure costumes he can find
*When the two of you go to a haunted house together, he tries sO HARD to be brave
*He’s actually the most scared there
*Even if he’s terrified, he insists on going to as many haunted houses as possible
*“Seven, we really don’t have to-”
*he says all while trembling and holding your hand for comfort


* Not really big on Halloween, he is more of a Christmas guy
* Puts up any decorations that involves cats
* Basically makes Halloween an excuse for cat praising
* you surprise him by wearing a cat costume
* it flops because he is also dressed as a cat
* “You’ve got to me KITTEN me”
* “Seven, if you say another pun I’m buying you and everything you love. Then will proceed ship it to Antartica.


* this boy is probably possessed by Casper the friendly smh
* Goes as an LOLOL character every year
* No one knows what he is but they just go along with it
* The entire month of October is just a big sugar rush
* You know he’s gonna buy that discounted candy and eat all of it before Halloween
* Doesn’t really go for the scary stuff
* Is basically a smol child
* loves carving pumpkins
* he’s not good at it but you guys do it anyway
* almost set the house on fire twice but it’s worth it


* Is a vampire every FLIPPING year
* Probably bought a smoke machine just to add a dramatic effect
* Doesn’t go overboard until the week of Halloween
* The house is covered in props
* Speakers out in the lawn play Sweeney Todd 24/7
* Makes you watch scary movie just so you can cuddle you
* Drags you to haunted houses just so he can out act the actors
* “Better run little boy”
* *dramatically laid up on the wall* “OH NO, what shall I ever do? Go on without me, MC, I’ll sacrifice myself. TAKE ME OH FOUL MONSTER”
* “Zen, we’ve only been here 5 minutes. Can we please move on to the next room?”
* *sighs*

medieval-snippets  asked:

Write something about a dragon. A dragon and a rabbit - but a happy one, not one where the rabbit gets eaten by the dragon...

A crash tugs Kate upwards out of her dozing, hooks in her chest, and she presses a hand to her heart and struggles to untangle herself from the throw blanket. An elbow propping her up on the couch, she rakes her fingers through her hair and watches her boys jostle their way through the door and into the loft.

Castle’s got their youngest son in his arms, the boy’s forehead pressed close against his father’s neck, and he winces at her as he closes the front door behind them. “Hey. Sorry. Did we wake you?”

“I wasn’t sleeping,” she smiles, holding out a hand, and all three of them come towards her as if her presence is a hook that tugs in their bellies. Kate’s husband sinks down to sit at her feet and Flynn clambers out of his grip and crawls down the length of the couch until he can curl up with his mother.

Her baby boy seems mostly in dreamland, his eyes closed and his lashes spread across his cheeks, and Kate dusts her mouth to the crown of his head and feels the dampness of sleep there. Castle toes out of his shoes and moves a shopping bag aside, patting his thighs to invite Archer to sit. Their elder son settles himself in his father’s lap and reaches out to tug on Kate’s bare toes where they peek out underneath the blanket.

“Did you guys have a good time with Daddy?” Kate murmurs, sifting her fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Flynn’s neck.

Castle grins, blowing a raspberry against Archer’s cheek and he squeals, wriggling to get away. He escapes his father altogether and worms his way into the space between Kate’s body and the back of the couch, his arms pressed tight against his sides like a straight jacket.

Sighing softly, Kate nudges her husband’s thigh with her foot to get him to play along. “Boys, now Daddy is all on his own over there. I think he needs a cuddle too.”

“I do,” Rick nods, pouting at their sons until Flynn moves to curl in close and wrap his arms around his father’s neck. “Shall we show Mommy what we got for baby girl?”

It’s sort of fun, this time around. The knowing. With both of the boys they didn’t want to find out, but for their third they decided to learn the baby’s sex when they could. Kate didn’t want to admit it, but she was really hoping for a little girl. She loves her boys more than her own self, but three? Three boys is too much. And, well…she loves watching Castle with his daughter, and she cannot wait to see him with their own little girl.

“You guys got presents for your sister?” Kate asks, shifting over on the couch as much as her swollen stomach will allow. She’d rather not crush her son. “You’re such good big brothers and she isn’t even here yet.”

“She get here soon, Mommy?” Flynn asks, his little fingers stroking over the stubble at Castle’s cheek.

Kate smiles and strokes a hand over her stomach. Now, in her third pregnancy, the roundness is like a familiar friend. She feels serene this time, peaceful and powerful all at once, and she’s actually excited for labour. To have her body once again do something so amazing. “It’s impossible to know, sweet boy. But I’m sure it won’t be too much longer.”

“It’s been ages,” Archer moans, rolling over until he can fist his hand and tap it against her stomach as if he’s knocking. “Come out already, little sister.”

Castle reaches down to the bag at his feet and pulls out two stuffed animals. There’s a purple dragon with wings and a long tail that he hands over to Archer, and to Flynn he passes a grey bunny with long, silky ears. “Here you go, boys.”

“She can choose which one to snuggle with,” Archer giggles into her neck, his fingers hooked in the collar of her shirt. He balances the dragon on top of Kate’s stomach and she laughs, reaches out to feel the softness of the friendly little thing.

“I’m sure she’ll love to snuggle with them both.”

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