yes we wine

anonymous asked:

Resist the Dark kind of seems like it's going towards AniObi or QuiAniObi. Maybe besides anger they're going to try literal seduction to drab Obi to the dark? Also, what did happen to Padme in this verse? Thanks so much for all the fantastic writing!

“I don’t want that.” Obi-Wan didn’t even look up from his pad, still attempting to do his lesson readings.

“Its just a glass of wine Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon hummed, still leaning on the back of the couch while holding the flute of white wine in shoulder height so Obi-Wan couldn’t help but see it, glancing on the pad to see what the other was working on. “You know you don’t have to finish that, there is no one on Coruscant to grade it.” Qui-Gon offered gently.

Pinching his lips together, Obi-Wan looked up at him with narrowed eyes as he meet the others yellow eyes. “As far as I’m aware, they are still alive out there the rest of the Jedi.”

“And they are currently signing a peace treaty with Anakin as the new Emperor of the Empire, yes but you are not returning to the temple.” Qui-Gon offered the glass of wine again.

This time, though hesitantly, Obi-Wan did accept it slowly from the older man.

“Why not?”

“Are you really asking that Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon murmured gently back and chuckled softly when the other looked away. “Oh Obi-Wan. I’ve been a Sith all my life, I hid among the ranks of Jedi like so many of my linage.” He reached out and gently ran the back of his hand over a lightly stubble covered cheek. “You and Anakin both belong to me…” He whispered quietly.

“We’re people, we don’t belong to anyone.” Obi-Wan hissed quietly.

“No? I belong just as much to you and to Anakin as you belong to me.” Qui-Gon stroked the others hair gently. “The dark craves and possesses. That is what I am, cravings and possession.”

Obi-Wan grumbled but sat still for the petting’s as he took a small sip of the wine, blinking at the glass before taking a slightly bigger sip.

The other man chuckled, taking note of it. “Yes, its the wine we had for your eighteen birthday. As I remember, you liked it a lot.” He rumbled, still leaning on the back of the couch.

“…Am I going to be stopped from speaking to the Jedi too?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly.

“You have to understand, they will never have the same power as they enjoyed underneath the Republic. We won’t allow it.”

“They are still peace keepers.” Obi-Wan argued.

“You spoke about the good we did that will be buried with our bones when that day came.” Qui-Gon stood and moved around the couch, sitting down. “You spoke about how history will one day remember us and what evil we do first.” He reached out, broad fingertips touching the others cheek again. “How we will be remembered may be up to you, if you stay here and see us, hear us, judge us.” The Sith whispered, his voice quiet bur fervent.

Obi-Wan blinked, staring at the older man. “I don’t un-”

“Obi-Wan, you have no idea about the power you hold over us. Your word can mean the darkening of one planet the enlightenment of another.” Qui-Gon cupped the younger mans cheek properly.

Staring at the other while feeling a bit numb, Obi-Wan blinked steadily. “… You can’t mean that.”

“Why not? There are many things I and Anakin would do for your smile.” Qui-Gon eyes flickered down to the others chapped lips then back to the others eyes. “Your word could be law Obi-Wan. Think about it.” He whispered before pulling back and standing.

He felt Obi-Wan’s eyes in his back as he went to the fresher to take a shower.

Settling both glass and pad on the coffee table, Obi-Wan stared at the table before looking up as the door opened to emit Amidala. “Senator.” He scrambled to his feet and bowed lightly.

“If the Emperor saw you do that he’d tell you to stop.” She offered dryly before smiling and moving to him, wrapping him in a hug. “You look better.”

“I’m healthy if that’s your question. Just confused.” Obi-Wan leaned into the woman’s hug, closing his eyes and breathing out. “…But I’m glad to see a friend.”

She hummed and petted his hair before the two settled down on the couch. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not…no not now.” Obi-Wan shook his head and glanced around. “I’m more interested in why you aren’t living in this apartment.” He shrugged.

“…I gave it to Anakin and Qui-Gon.” Padme sighed. “I…”

“…You were working with them.” Obi-Wan felt his throat close up a bit.

“In a manner. I did not know everything. I did not know about the Jedi being attacked until it was almost over and I did not know about Palpatine being the Sith master.” She shrugged.

“I see…” They descended into an awkward silence.

Then Obi-Wan pushed to his feet, moving towards the open veranda, staring out at the temple in the distance. ‘Your word could be law…’ He mulled over those words. It sounded like temptation wrapped in a package meant for the masses.

It sounded like Qui-Gon was offering him to help people yet power…

‘Power corrupts but if I can do some good… I don’t know what to do…’ Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around himself as he felt as if the Galaxy itself had its eyes on him.



All I Wanted; C.H. 20

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19

“He is such a fucking prick. I – I feel so foolish. I kept defending him. I kept taking blow after blow for him. I honestly believed he at least had a bit of genuine interest in me. Boy, was I wrong.” I laugh humourlessly, tears slipping from my eyes as I squeeze them closed. I’ve kept them inside until I stood in front of his apartment.

Eventually, Harry and I ended up here. In his flat. And somehow, I needed to be around him. I felt safe. He is quiet, letting me be. Tears are slowly but steadily pouring from my eyes, my gaze cast upon the ceiling. He is sitting near my legs, gently rubbing them, trying to calm me, soothe me. But it’s not helping the slightest bit.

“Are you alright?” He speaks, his voice seems to have a slight tremor. He takes his stare off of his television and glances over at me, just as I lift my head off of his sofa. “What do you think?” I bite at him, but can’t help but let a hopeless laugh follow immediately. I feel his hands squeeze the skin of my knee before patting it.

“It’ll be alright, in the end, you know.”
“Ah, I do. But right now it fucking sucks and it hurts and I want him to stop breathing.” I wipe my tears from my face, my make-up probably stained beyond belief. I press myself in an upright position, tucking my legs underneath my bum. “Come here.” He smiles, opening his arms for a hug and another sob leaving my lips as I fall into them.

“You know your phone keeps vibrating. Maybe your mate is worried about you.” Harry reaches over and holds my lit up phone in my direction, my fingers reluctantly curling around the rectangle.

Are you alright? Luke said you felt sick. Why didn’t you say anything? Xx

One from Meredith. I type my reply, apologizing for my rapid departure and telling her I’ll get back to her in the morning. The other ones make my stomach churn.

Y/n! Where are you? You aren’t home!

Babe, please, answer me

When are you coming home?

God damn it Y/n, at least let me know you’re safe!

I scoff loudly as I throw my phone to the side, Harry shifting underneath our embrace. “What did he say?” I groan and pick up my phone again, dropping it in his lap. His eyes scan over the messages scattered along my screen before he sighs. “Maybe you should let him know you’re safe.”

“Why? Why should I? It’s not like he took my feelings into account. I need to do shit.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest as I move away from Harry. He simply laughs heartily, his hand resting on his stomach. “Well, sadness is replaced by anger.”
“Ah, you know me – that shit goes rapidly.” I laugh, shaking my head. “How about a glass of wine?”


“You know, I sort of forgot your drinking skills. Although I think you’ve slacked a bit.” Harry laughs as he empties the bottle into my mug – yes, we drank our wine from a mug. Because that is at least ten times more classy that way – but brings it to his lips to get the last droplets out.

“Oh puh-lease. I’d still win this drinking game if I wanted to.” I chuckle, setting my now empty mug on his tattered coffee table. I’m fascinated by the scratches that coat the surface, most of them made by my heels being slung across the room – ending in him breaking those lovely decorative vases his mum put on that coffee table.
“Ah, yeah. I see that.” Harry laughs as he sets the bottle beside my glass, slowly inching closer towards me.

“But uh – what are you going to do about this little problem that has seem to surfaced?” Harry questions me again – something he knows I loathe but seems to keep doing anyway.
“Do I need to do anything? Yeah maybe stay the fuck away from the bar, that seems like a solid plan.” I laugh boisterously, my hands rubbing over my stomach.

“You need to talk to him. Otherwise this’ll be haunting you for forever, I know you.” Harry throws his arm over my shoulder, hauling me into his solid chest. This feels familiar, something I’ve missed, but at the same time it feels completely wrong.
“Stop reading my mind, Haz. I know I should talk to him, but I don’t want to. I think that what I wanted was something I would never receive anyway, it was going to be something that was going to crash and burn as fast as it has bloomed. I reckon I did this to myself.”

“But isn’t it better to put it at rest so your mind can be at ease, at least?” I know he’s raising an eyebrow at me, even though I can’t see him do so. I know he’s right, finishing this off properly would help me cope, to say it like that. I felt like I was being a stupid ass bitch, because as Calum said – we weren’t together. Well not officially at least, perhaps my mind and heart had raced a bit too far and I sort of felt like – like we were. I don’t know.

“Since when are you such a philosopher?” I mumble, resting my head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat calmingly thump against my jaw. I should go talk to Calum, even if it were the last time. But not tonight. Tonight I want to forget. She was fucking right all along. Oh how I can hear Meredith tsk in my head along with the fervently I told you so. I almost groan out loud but am pulled out of my trance by Harry.
“Since we finished two bottles of wine under an hour, Y/n.” Harry speaks so softly, his voice barely a whisper, when I feel his fingertips brush against my jaw.

He slowly turns my head and before I have time to properly respond, I feel his soft lips press against mine. My eyes flutter none the less, this soft kiss being so familiar. It feels awkward and wrong on so many levels and when I lightly push against Harry’s chest, my own aches as I see the hurt flash for a split second.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now – with all that’s going on. Sorry.” I mumble, distancing myself from Harry who immediately starts to nod his head. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry. It just felt – well right, like before and – “ he starts stammering, his hands roughly rubbing over his face.

“I understand. Maybe I should just – like leave.” I raise to my feet, sliding into my boots as Harry flies up from his spot on the sofa. “Y/n, you don’t have to – I – I was just being a total dick, you don’t have to leave.”

“I know I don’t, but I should. I’ll text you later, thanks for being my rock.” I lean up and press my lips against Harry’s scruffy cheek, squeezing his biceps once, hoping he’d get it that I don’t blame him for anything – I would’ve probably done the same thing if I wasn’t in my current situation.


Like a paranoid I-don’t-know-what I drove past my house two times to make sure Calum wasn’t parked anywhere near before I drove onto my own driveway. I know I might be childish, but even if I knew a talk was inevitable, I wasn’t planning on doing it when I could still feel my blood boiling – although it could also be the wine coursing through my veins.

I start laughing rather loudly as I gather my personal items from the backseat of my car. “Don’t drink and drive, I tell everyone.” I hiccup, shaking my head at my own irresponsible behaviour. Harry keeps spooking through my head and I feel horrible about even ending up at his place – it felt like I was cheating. Harry thinking it’d be a good idea to kiss me only worsening this – I don’t know – guilt I was experiencing.

Calum may have been a dick and not completely aware of our status, but I thought differently about it and I somehow did the same as he did to me – although he doesn’t know, and isn’t going to ever anyway. I slam my door roughly, almost doing a three hundred and sixty-degree spin and I squeal as loud as my voice allows me to when I spot a shadow behind me.

I’m panting, my nails almost digging into the paintwork of my car as I stare at Calum two meters from me, my heart throbbing in my throat. “WHAT THE FUCK CALUM!” It’s the first that pops to mind and the first that flies past my lips as I try not to vomit.

“Where were you?” Calum steps closer and I’m quick to dodge to the left and make half a circle around him, trying to walk towards my front door without this ending in a discussion on the middle of the street – at two am in the morning, even.
“Excuse me? Like you have any business in where I spend my time.” I seethe, seeing him making my emotions bubble up as if it had happened mere second ago. Him being here wasn’t good for him or me.

“Y/n, don’t be like this. Let me explain.” Calum takes another step in my direction, holding his hand out towards me – but I don’t know what he desires of me. I have nothing left to give him.
“I’m not letting you do anything, Calum. Tonight, don’t expect anything from me. Please disappear off of my driveway before I phone the police. This is trespassing.” I point my car keys towards his feet, raising my eyebrows and barely keeping my stupid ass grin in check. It felt good to be at least a little bit mean and get this anger off of my chest. I see Calum’s features contort into one of pure shock before horror and pain follows but I keep my face as stoic as possible.

“Y/n, babe.. I didn’t mean to – I mean – Please listen to me.” Calum is rapid, but I saw him coming. Within a jiff, I’ve taken quite a few steps back and the distance has remained the same. I sigh deeply, knowing I might not get rid of him as easily as I wanted to – Calum had always had the reputation of being quite persistent.

“I am serious Calum. Please leave me alone. I need some time to get my thoughts in check.” I close my eyes, feeling them watering up again as my mind sobers up – even if it’s just a tiny bit.
“Promise me we’ll talk later.” Calum mumbles, and it sends another jab straight to my heart. How dare me ask something like that of me – I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to see him ever again, and here he is expecting me to let it slide like it were nothing and that we could be over this in a day or two. 

I shake my head as I turn away from him, starting slowly towards my door. I knew he had given up on his persistence to talk this out today, but I can’t help but jab once more towards him before I let this horrible night come to a closing.
“I can’t promise you anything, seeing as how you can’t even keep honesty between mates.”

If you have any hatred towards anyone after this, or anything that’s about to come, I understand. I have it too, lol.
Let me know what you think babes :)


we’ve just now got the feeling
               that we’re meeting for the first time


tbl 312 “the vehm”

Explain Hannibal and Will's sex life with food/drinks.

Good old turkey.
It looks good.It tastes good.You know what to expect. It will not let you down cause it’s impossible have ‘bad turkey’.

Sloppy Joe.
You don’t expect too much.Kinda messy,but you like it a little messy,you dirty.But once you get a bite in…that shit is bomb.It ain’t gourmet but it’s just enough to satisfy that hunger.

What are your food choices?

Matching Halloween Costumes - Pietro Maximoff

Requested by anonymous. Part of the Autumn Fic Meme!

“We are not doing this,” Pietro said.

“Oh yes we are,” you said immediately, pulling the costumes out of the bag. 

“Are we seriously dressing up for Halloween?” Pietro wined.

“Yes we are, yes we fucking are!” you said enthusiastically.

“Language!” Steve shouted from the other room.

“This is Halloween, Steve! This is serious business that involves serious language!” you shouted. Pietro laughed and walked towards the costumes. 

“These people aren’t even from the same movie.”

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll look amazing anyways. Don’t you wanna impress at Tony’s Halloween party?”

“Yes but not as Jack Frost!”

“You’ve already got the hair! And come on, I would make a perfect Elsa!”

“I’m not disagreeing I just,” Pietro said, running a hand over his face. “Fine. But you cannot sing Let it Go the entire party.” You smiled and put up your hands defensively.

“No, of course not,” you said before kissing him and dragging the costumes away. 


Halloween night had finally come around and you were so excited. You had somehow managed to convince all of the Avengers to dress up at Disney characters. You slipped on your Elsa dress after doing the perfect braid and walked to Wanda’s room. As soon as the door opened, you no longer saw Wanda, you saw Ariel. 

“Wanda! You look so great!”

“Thank you, Y/N, but it’s a little hard to move around in this tail,” she joked. You laughed along with her. “You look amazing. Do you know what Pietro’s costume is yet? He wouldn’t tell me.”

“I do, but it’s a surprise,” you said, running out of her room. You bumped into Vision and began apologizing before you took in his attire. “Prince Eric!” you squealed. “So I guess this means you are going to the party as a couple?” you asked Wanda.

“Yes, but don’t tell my brother yet. It’s kind of a surprise!” You smiled and nodded. You and Pietro also had a plan to surprise the Avengers. Tonight, you were gonna tell them that you were dating. You walked down to the party and ran into someone in a gorgeous red dress. You turned and saw Natasha was dressed as Jessica Rabbit.

“Nat, you look hot,” you said.

“Thanks, so do you,” she said with a laugh.

“Thanks. Have you seen Pietro yet?”

“Nope, he hasn’t come down yet.”

“Okay, thanks, Nat,” you said, walking away, trying to find Pietro and the other Avengers. The next costume you recognized was Hercules played by Thor. He was telling an exciting story to a few other party goers so he only smiled and nodded at you when you saw him. You waved and continued walking through the crowd. 

“Y/N!” you turned and saw Tony as Captain Hook walking towards you

“You look amazing,” you shouted over the music. “Is Pepper Tinkerbell?”

“Yes! And thanks, so do you! Where’s Speedy? I wanna see his costume.”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him all night.” You continued walking through the party, acknowledging some of the people you knew. You saw Bruce in a Mad Hatter costume looking extremely uncomfortable, Steve was dressed as Buzz Lightyear, and enjoying it way too much, Maria was Belle and Clint was Robin Hood.

“Y/N.” You spun around and saw Jack Frost standing in front of you. Pietro looked perfect as Jack and you felt your heart rush just looking at him. You two had been dating for almost five months, but you still got butterflies when you saw him. 

“You look amazing,” you said.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Now let’s do this before I change my mind.” The pair of you gathered up all of the Avengers and brought them out on to the terrace. They were all confused as to why they were out there, but Pietro hushed them.

“Y/N and I have called you out here to tell you that we a-”

“Yeah you’re dating, we know,” Natasha said.


“Yeah, I mean you aren’t very good at hiding it. We’ve all caught you kissing at least once, we were just gonna give you time until you wanted to tell us.”

“So this isn’t a surprise?” you said.

“No,” they said collectively.

“Oh, well then.”

“But we’re really happy for the both of you,” Pepper said. 

“Thanks, Pepper. But I think someone else has something to share with the group. Wanda?” She stepped forward and Vision followed her. Pietro looked furious so you grabbed his hand. 

“Wanda and I are seeing each other,” Vision clarified. There was a silence, followed by everyone cheering. You laughed and looked at Pietro. The rest of the Avengers went back into the party, but Pietro wouldn’t move.

“Pietro? Come on, let’s go back.”

“She didn’t tell me.”

“You didn’t tell her about us,” you said. “She wanted to, she was just waiting for the right time.” Pietro smiled and grabbed your hand. He led you back into the party and onto the dance floor. He pulled you close and began to sway along to the music. For someone who loves going fast, he was a surprisingly amazing dancer. He twirled you around, making the cape of your dress spin out everywhere.

“You’re gorgeous, Elsa,” he said with a smile. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Jack,” you said before Pietro pulled you closer and kissed you. It felt amazing to finally be kissing the man you loved in public. Especially since you were wearing matching costumes.

“I love you,” Pietro said when he pulled away.

“I love you, too,” you said, before resting your head on his chest and letting him guide you along to the music, which happened to be Let it Go.

A//N: I got a little carried away with this one, but Avengers as Disney characters had me so excited.

Advice I'd give to each sign this winter:


Call Me Maybe - Castiel One Shot


Anonymous said:

Hiiiii I love your writing first of all, and it would mean the world to me if you could write a Supernatural one with Castiel for me J I was thinking the reader is on the phone with Castiel, and it gets flirty and the reader says something like “I want you to do (insert action) to me so bad..” and tries to initiate phone sex, but he doesn’t understand so he pops up next to her instead of staying on the phone and go from there?? LOVEEEE YOU

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: Swearing? Mention of alcohol, Just some fluffy smut

Call Me Maybe

You lay on your bed, waiting for the boys to call, unable to sleep until you heard from them. They had gone on the hunt without you since you weren’t quite as experience at hunting as them yet, although you saw yourself improving with every hunt you went on. Tonight was the night they went to clear out the vamps’ nest and you had insisted they phoned you as soon as you got back to their motel.

You rolled over in bed staring at the phone, getting more and more stressed as time ticked by, but convincing yourself not to phone one of them in case they were mid-fight. You loved Sam and Dean like brothers and you were always concerned for their safety but above that you couldn’t sleep if you didn’t know Castiel was safe. It wasn’t long after you moved into the bunker that you and the angel had become much more than friends, spending every night curled up in bed together and trying to enjoy each other’s company every chance you got. Castiel treated you like you were a princess, always making sure you were happy and had everything you wanted, and you loved him more than you thought possible. You could barely sleep in bed without him, let alone imagine how you would live without him if a case went bad.

Shrugging off that last thought, you went to the bathroom and began to draw a bath, figuring it might help you relax and forget about the hunt a little before bed. You added plenty of bubble bath and even lit a few candles; you didn’t have much time for luxury when you were on the road or in crappy motels so you couldn’t resist the opportunity to treat yourself a little bit. You hooked your iPod up the speakers in your room, putting on a relaxing playlist and even poured yourself a glass of wine as you shrugged off your clothes, but not before putting your phone just beside the bath so you could keep an eye on it.

Sinking into the warm, soapy bliss you felt all your tension melt away and you couldn’t help but smile as you took a big gulp of wine, sliding deeper into the water. You could have almost drifted off to sleep then and there but you jolted up right as you heard your phone vibrating beside you. You read your boyfriend’s name off the display and quickly snapped the phone open, crossing your fingers for good news.

“Hello (Y/N), the hunt has gone well and we seem to have vanquished all the vampires. ” You smiled at Castiel’s familiar voice and felt yourself release a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding.

“Heya sweetie, are you back at the motel now?” You asked, relief washing over you as you downed what was left of your large glass of wine.

“Yes, we have just arrived, Sam and Dean are both fine and are getting ready for bed. How are you (Y/N)?” It felt so good to hear Castiel’s gravelly voice that you couldn’t help but mess with him a little bit.

“I’m doing great Cass, I just took all my clothes off and slid into a nice warm bath. The water feels so good on my bare skin, I only wish you were here to keep me company.” You purred, hoping you could get excited to get back to you.

“That sounds nice, I’m glad you are well.” He chirped back innocently, completely missing your attempt to flirt with him. You had to up your game if you wanted to get him hot under the trench coat collar.

“Mmm…if you were here you’d slide your hands over my wet soapy chest, and I’d reach down and take you in my hand, my lips firmly planted on yours. Would you like that Cass?” You moaned down the phone, turning yourself on a bit as you pictured the gorgeous angel lying in tub with you, only water and bubbles between you.

“I would find that very enjoyable,” he replied back, confusion audible in his voice, “I feel like you are trying to achieve something but I am not sure I understand what?” You thought his voice sounded deeper than before, and that maybe your words were having the desire effect even if he didn’t realise it.

“There’s nothing to understand Cass, I just miss you. I miss how my lips feel against your skin, and how much you like it when run my tongue over your tip and how good it feels when you slowly slide into me while I moan your name.” You could hear Castiel’s breathing getting heavier down the phone and you smirked at your little victory.

“I miss you too (Y/N), even more when I think about those things.” He replied, his voice practically a growl by this point.

“I want you so bad Castiel, I want you to run your hands all over me and fuck me until I’m screaming your name. What do you want to do me Cass?” You could feel yourself getting wetter as you thought about the angel having his way with you and figured you would have to take care of yourself tonight if you wanted any choice of calming down enough to sleep. The other side of the phone went quiet and you worried for a moment that Castiel hadn’t enjoyed your comments nearly as much as you had until you heard your favourite noise: The flutter of wings.

Castiel stood towering over the tub, his phone still clutched to his ear, his face impossible to read.

“I don’t understand why I would describe the things I want to do down the phone, when I could simply show you.” He puzzled, scooping you out of the tub with ease, lifting you into his arms and carrying you over to the bed, his gaze firmly fixed on your dripping, exposed chest.

He laid you down softly, his fingertips grazing over your legs before he reached up and removed all his own clothes with a click of his fingers.

“Your words had an effect on me (Y/N), I missed you even more than I usually do,” He slowly climbed on top of you as he spoke, “And seeing you like this, exposed and ready for me, it makes me very glad I flew back. I enjoyed the phone call very much.” He explained supporting himself above you, just inches separating your lips. You smiled with pride at his admission before his lips crashed on top of yours, teeth tapping together as his tongue began massaging yours.

You moaned as you felt the angel’s erection hardening against your thigh, you couldn’t help but be turned on by how worked up your words had gotten him as his lips franticly moved down to explore your chest. He sucked and nipped at your breasts, making you gasp as he bit with enough force to leave a little mark, which he smiled at; Cass could get a little possessive of you and always loved ‘marking you as his.’ You laughed as he mumbled, “Mine” against your skin before he returned to kissing every inch of you, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being able to feel you against his lips again.

You reached down and rubbed your thumb over his tip, smearing a little precum over him before you began to rub his tip with your fingers. He let a guttural groan as you took him in your hand and gently rubbed his solid length a few times as he bucked his hips into you.

He slid down your stomach, his breathing quick and his movements urgent. He gripped your knees and pulled your legs open so your glistening folds were available to him. He eyed you hungrily as he nuzzled your thigh planting a few soft, loving kisses before his tongued delved inside of you.

You fisted your hand in his hair as he ate you out, his tongue exploring your folds while he slipped a finger inside you, curling against your walls, hitting a spot that had you moaning his name loudly. You could see passion burning in his eyes as he looked up at you, and you felt the warmth inside you growing as you watched, fixated on his sparkling blue eyes as he brought you closer to the brink of pleasure.

“Castiel!” Was all you could get out as you felt your legs begin to tremble but rather than finishing you then, the angel leant up from your core and licked your juices from his lips before plunging into another fiery, passionate kiss. You bit down on his lip as he slowly thrust into you, and you could tell it was taking all his self-control not to slam into you as he let you adjust to his size.

You finally nodded against his lips and it was like a starting pistol had been fired in Castiel’s heart as he began pumping in and out of you, setting a quick, intense pace. You clawed at his back as his lips remained pressed on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth ravenously as if he had forgotten how wonderful you tasted to him during his time away.

He had one hand clutching your hip firmly, while the other massaged your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers a little. You reached down and took a firm hold of his pert butt, squeezing it and helping him speed up as you felt yourself rapidly approaching climax. You could feel his chest heaving against your own as his breathing and thrusting got uneven, a sign he was getting close too.

You wrapped your legs around him as you felt your walls tighten around him; a wave of pleasure ripping through you like you had never had before Castiel. You held him against you tightly as you came and after a few more pumps into you, you felt his familiar warmth spill inside you, sending shivers down your spine as he moaned your name.

He collapsed on to the bed beside you, snuggling up to you as close as he could without being on top of you.

“I would very much like all of our phone calls to be so much fun.” He panted, smiling from ear to ear, incredibly happy to be reunited with his beautiful girlfriend.

“You know Cass, phone sex usually stays on the phone, and you both just describe things to each other?” You tried to explain, trying not to laugh at his confused expression as he mulled this idea over.

“I apologize (Y/N), I didn’t realise that was what you wanted. I think it is much more fun to be able to act out my desires, rather than just describe them. Do you disagree?”

“Not at all sweetie, I definitely have a lot more fun when you’re here with me. Just make sure you fly back to me whenever I start getting…descriptive.” You added with a smirk, figuring that your evening had turned out better than you had imagined when you started phone-flirting with Cass.

“Of course I will my wonderful human.” He chirped happily , kissing you sweetly on the forehead before wrapping his arms around you and watching over you as you fell into a peaceful sleep.

You’re Such a Child

Description: Phil is new in the building and has moved right next to Dan. One night, Phil knocks on Dan’s door and asks to his washer, as his had not come in yet and he was too lazy to go to the laundromat. Dan ends up finding out that Phil may not be prepared to live by himself yet. 

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Warnings: strong language/alcohol mentions


Dan was lounging on his sofa, scrolling through countless TV channels. Everything was boring. From people who keep anything and everything that ever enters their house in a drawer, to people fighting over the last Versace purse. Nothing seemed appealing to him. Dan wished that something interesting would happen in his life for a change. Just as the thought came to mind, he heard a knock on his door.

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