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greenorangevioletgrass · 5 months

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fever pitch (b.b) - prologue

soundtrack: mastermind - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: Bradley shoots his shot in public, but will he fumble when he meets you in person? warnings: language, drinking, meet cute notes: my first series in a while! this is shamelessly based on the epic Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce saga currently happening rn, and combine that with my innate love of football (the kicking kind, not the NFL kind) and... voila! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think in the comments, reblogs, and asks. Happy reading! <3 ✨I do not have a taglist. Please follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass and turn on the notification to get the latest update on my fics✨

Soccer Sensation Bradley Bradshaw Fails To Shoot His Shoot With Y/N At Her Concert?

Arsenal captain Bradley Bradshaw may be among his club’s top scorers this season, but even he misses a chance in romance like the rest of us.

The 29-year-old athlete spoke about his missed opportunity with the multi-platinum songstress Y/N while speaking to his former teammate Héctor Bellerín on the latter’s podcast, “More Than A Footballer”, earlier this week.

When asked about any fun stuff he did last weekend, Bradshaw replied,

“I went to the Y/N concert at Wembley [Stadium]... it was awesome. It was pouring rain, but it was amazing. I don’t remember Wembley ever being that electric aside from, like, cup finals. She was sensational.”

Bellerín nods in agreement, having heard great things about the famed singer-songwriter’s live concerts.

Unprompted, the American midfielder then continued,

“If you’ve heard about the tour, there’s this tradition of trading friendship bracelets. And I actually made one with my number on it, hoping I could give it to her after the show…”

The Cockney-raised Spaniard cackled in surprise and teased him, “But she didn’t wanna see you, bruv? [That is] legend!”

“No hard feelings!” Bradshaw raised his hands in defense over the Zoom call. “She needed to dry off and get warm. Gotta make sure she stays healthy, protect those vocal cords. But yeah, I was a bit bummed out about it.”

Bellerín laughed and jokingly addressed the camera, “Y/N, if you’re watching, give my boy a chance, will you?”

Mononymous pop sensation Y/N is hot off of her Kaleidoscope North American Tour, which wrapped in September. Her six-show run at Wembley Stadium this November officially kicks off the European leg of her sold-out tour.

Will they be the next pop royalty and conquer the stadiums with their own crafts, or will this fizzle out as this week’s viral anecdote? The ball is in your court, Y/N.

Y/N’s representatives have not responded for comment.

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Your Miu Miu heels click and clack against the ground. The pavement gleams after the rain and glistens under the streetlights. Everywhere you look, your eyes hurt. Down, and you worry about slipping into a puddle and falling on your ass. Forward, and a million camera flashes are ready to give you an aneurysm.

All in the name of reporting your night off of work, performing live in front of 90,000 people in a stadium.

In other words, all in a day’s work.

There’s a moment of reprieve, when the silvery white blitzes disappear into the dim tangerine lighting of the lobby. The flight down the stairs is so dark, you’re seeing green. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but as soon as they do, the thumping bass line of some dance music hits your ears. Clashing perfumes doused on the dancing, dressed-up bodies that you have to weave through.

You are seriously regretting your girl friends’ invite to a night out. You could’ve just had them over to your hotel, open a bunch of red wine, and you would’ve still had a blast. But no. You had to say yes to going to the Cuckoo Club with Lacey, Amara, and Jo.

And this evening is making you feel quite cuckoo.

There’s champagne at your booth and you’re much too eager to take a glass and start a toast. “Cheers, bitches!” you yell over the music, clinking your glass against theirs before downing the whole thing in one go.

It’s nowhere near enough.

There’s not enough buzz to dull the assault to your senses—not even after the three glasses of wine at dinner earlier. Everything is still too loud, too bright, too crowded, too… much.

“Hey!” you nudge Amara, who is sitting right next to you. “Let’s do shots!”

She turns to you, eyes widening at the slightest. “I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight!”

“Changed my mind,” you shrug, as you get up to the bar.

While you make your way through the crowd on the dance floor, Bradley Bradshaw looks up from his booth and does a double-take at the girl who just walked by. Even in a high-end club full of the well-dressed and well-heeled, people still get starstruck. And why wouldn’t they? You’re about as famous as an iPhone.

His eyes widen and immediately whips out his phone to shoot a text to his oldest and most trusted friend Natasha Trace.

‘Dude, I’m in the club and Y/N just walked in. What do I do??’

Natasha thankfully texts back almost immediately. Then again, maybe being a Communications Director for a major company requires her to be a good texter. ‘Wdym what do you do? Just go talk to her.’

‘You were supposed to introduce us!’ Bradley replies, eyes darting between his phone and you at the bar, conflicted.

Natasha is a mutual friend of yours, too, and when the Bracelet-gate clip went viral, she laughed in his face for a full 5 minutes before deciding to set the two of you up. But the schedule never really aligned, so he hasn’t got a chance to see you. Not even after he went to your concert with a friendship bracelet and a dream.

And now, seeing you here in the same room at the same time as him…

‘What do you want me to do, get down there and do it for you?’

‘...Can you?’

He senses the judgment even as the three dots appear on his screen.

‘Stop being a pussy, Bradshaw. Let me Netflix and chill with my gf in peace.’

Bradley scoffs, half-annoyed and half-fond. ‘Asshole. Have fun.’

The dance floor clears up, just enough to see that you’re right there. Leaning against the bar in your dress like a dirty daydream, talking to the bartender, and he couldn’t just let you go without a word. He thought about it, and he simply couldn’t.

“Oi, where are you off to?” His teammate Martin hollers, while the others watch him make his way to the bar in determined strides.

He squeezes past patrons across this jungle of a club, hoping to God that somebody hasn’t beaten him to talk to you yet, or you haven’t ducked out completely. Oh fuck. You’re still there, though. Good. You’re still at the bar, still glimmering under the mirrorball. Just a tap on the shoulder away. You can do it, Bradshaw…

“Excuse me, I—”

You feel the hand on your shoulder just as you turn and stand up, and in a flurry of miscoordination, looks up just as the other person moves in.

In a stroke of dumb luck, Bradley feels the top of your head slamming up against his nose and he groans in pain. “Ohh!”

“Shit! Oh my God…” you gasp, reaching out to the man in front of you. He’s tall, very tall, and you can’t quite see his face with his massive hand clutching his nose. “I’m so sorry…”

“No, it’s okay. My bad…” It really doesn’t seem like it, so he lets go of his nose and smiles sheepishly. Gosh, he must’ve looked stupid right now.

But you see it differently. What you see is a dashing man in a sleek tieless navy suit and a well-groomed mustache, straight out of a Cinemascope flick, ever so handsome despite his reddened nose from the way you just accidentally headbutted him. “No, that was totally mine. Are you okay?”

Your eyes are crystal clear even in the dim light, the concern is palpable in your gaze—and rightly so. It’s just that he’d take the headbutt any day, if it means he can look at your beautiful face. “I’m… I’m swell. Y/N, right?”

There’s a shift in your gaze. First, alert—you’re assessing how much of a potential threat this person is, whether they’re gonna be weird about you— and then it relaxes. Not a threat. Then a slightest hint of mischief, like she wants to know what kind of dynamics they would have. “Have we met?”

And boy, can he.

“We haven’t, actually. But I went to your show at Wembley earlier this week. You were amazing.” He offers a handshake. “Bradley Bradshaw.”

You didn’t quite catch his name over the blaring music, although you shake his hand anyway. “Sorry?”

He leans into your ear, “I’m Bradley Bradshaw.”

You don’t know which one makes your heart skip, the sudden close proximity, the warmth of his timbre, or the whiff of his perfume.

“Right. Nice to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You accept his handshake, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are in the strobing purple light.

“Likewise.” He nods with a smile. “And may I just say… you look stunning.”

“What, this old thing?” You brush down the art nouveau-inspired Balmain dress on your body. You’re just being modest, of course; you know you’re dressed to the nines. You have never been much into facial hair, but somehow that mustache suits him very well. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You remind me of a… young Robert Mitchum. Or Paul Newman— or one of those Golden Age leading men.”

His face lights up. It’s hardly the first time he received that kind of compliment, but when it came from you, it feels… different. It feels special. It makes him just a little bolder. “Yeah? Maybe after a few drinks, I’ll be quoting lines from Butch Cassidy. Or would you prefer Cat On A Hot Tin Roof?”

This piques your interest. A man of culture, it seems. But of course, you can’t be too sure. “I’m more of a Paris Blues kinda gal, I’m afraid.”

Gosh, you don’t swoon so easily and he likes you so much for that. “Makes sense.”

“How so?”

“It’s a good underrated musical movie, for the musically gifted… And Sidney Poitier was just fantastic in that.”

“Huh.” You raise your eyebrows. You honestly thought he was just spouting the famous titles. But the fact that he has likely seen this hidden gem might just mean he’s really into it. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”

He leans in to speak in your ear yet again. “If you stick with me for a bit, I might show you another surprise or two.”

The music drowns out your racing heart just barely, and the bartender places a whole set of tequila shots on the bar top, and it snaps you out of your reverie for a moment.

“Wanna get some air?”

He seems surprised, but of course he wasn’t gonna throw away this shot. “Sure. Why not?”

You instruct the bartender to send the shots to your booth, not even spending ten seconds to ponder staying in this deafening hell hole. Not when this man looks like peace. Perhaps an undercurrent of mystery underneath, but his whole demeanor is as calm and comforting as those old-school movies you put on to fall asleep. At the same time, something about this person pulls you in, it’s almost magnetic, and you can’t help wanting to see this through.

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sinfulslytherin · 10 months

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A Quiet Night

Summary: The Students of Hogwarts have to spend the night in the great hall. You sleep between Draco and your boyfriend, who seems to be more busy with Daphne. And Draco seems to be more interested in you...

Trigger warning: mature content, sexual content, degrading, public sexual activities

Graham,Blaise,Pansy,Daphne,Adrian, Draco and I stand infront of 7 sleeping.

Pansy and Blaise obviously sleep next to each other since they are in a relationship. Daphne instantly jumps onto the sleeping bag on the other side of Pansy in order to sleep next to her. The two if them seem to be reqlly good friends now.

Graham obviously wants to sleep next to Daphne.

Since Adrian sleeps in the sleeping bag next to Blaise, my only option is to sleep between Graham and Draco.

Graham doesn't seem to bother that blondie will sleep only a few inches away from me. Probably because he is busy with Daphne.

We lay down and the lights get dimmer and dimmer until the room is full of darkness. The only weak light that we get is the moon light that shines through the huge windows of the great hall.

I can hear Graham and Daphne chat for a long time. They talk about Quidditch,classes and even past relationships.

At least he didn't talk about me.

I already know that I won't be able to sleep.

It gets completly quiet after some time and I feel like everyone is asleep.

I can't hear Daphnes annoying voice anymore. I can't hear anyones voice. It seems peaceful.

I suddenly feel Graham lean over to me.

I take back the 'peaceful' part.

"I need you...please..." He whispers in my ear as he starts to leave light kisses on my neck. The kisses feel like small needles that poke into my skin.

I know he's probably horny because he is next to Daphne.

"But-" I try to talk my way out but it's no use.

"Amara, now. Please." He begs.

I don't know why but I follow his plead.

Probably because I hope that I'll be able to eat properly tomorrow.

My hand wanders down between his legs.

My hand squeezes his already hard member and I can feel him twitch in my hand.

I turn off my thoughts and just concentrate on the movement of my hand.

I don't even have to pray for a quick finish as I can feel him already being close.

He pushes my hand away and I see that he uses some napkins to prevent a mess.

Well. That was fast.

Graham was never the best in bed. He looks out for himself and doesn't bother to help the other one finish.

"Thank you, Da-

Amara." Graham mumbles already half asleep as he gives me a half hearted kiss on my forehead.

I internally scoff.

He seriously just wanted to call me Daphne.

I know who you pretend I am, Graham.

I hear snoring next to me and know that Graham is definitly asleep now.

I chuckle bitterly and ignore the few small tears that build up in my eyes. I know he doesn't love me but it's hard to unlove someone when they gave you your first time...even when it sucked.

He saw me in such a vunerable state.

It's hard to realize that I won't experience something real with someone else because Graham has my hands tied. He's my future.

I probably would've declined but he could have at least asked if I want to...too.

"Didn't even try to return the favor. Asshole." I quietyly curse under my breath.

I decide that I should try to sleep as well.

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It's hard for me to fall asleep and the only thing that I get is a weird state of being half asleep and half awake. I start to feel hot after one hour of trying to sleep so I jump out of the sleeping bag and ly myself on it just like Draco and Graham did.

I feel myself getting more tired again and hope that I finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, it's only a microsleep that washes over me.

I feel myself snuggle into someone or something as soon as I seem to regain my senses. I lay on my side and my hands lightly hold onto some fabric,

I think.

A smell of mint and cologne hits my noise as I snuggle even further into the unknown thing. I feel a hand on my head which strokes my hair lightly.

A light smile spreads across my lips.

I'd say that this feels like home.

But unlike home,

This feeling actually makes me feel safe.

I stay like this for a few more minutes before I feel the urge to switch position.

I always sleep on my side, so I just turn around in my half asleep state and make sure that I still feel the presence of the unknown someone against my back in order to get comfort.

I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into a feeling of consolation, forgetting the war inside my head. I start to shift further backwards.

I suddenly hear a low groan as I do so.

I don't think much of it and try to find a comfortable sleeping position as I move my hips.

My movement stops as I feel a hand grab my hip in order to prevent me from moving.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Caddel?"

My breath hitches and I feel the tiredness leave my body.

I was just snuggling into Draco Malfoy.

I was just rubbing my ass against

Draco

Malfoy.

I try to push myself away from him as I accidentally touch his clothed dick with my hand.

He groans again.

"Don't touch my dick unless you plan on doing something with it."

I gasp as I remove my hand in a swift movement and freeze on the spot.

"Seems like your body is frustrated, huh?" Draco asks as he whispers in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I ask while I try to sound not too nervous.

"You know what I mean. Do you seriously think I didn't hear everything?"

Draco asks.

I feel my cheeks burn up as I realize that Malfoy must have witnessed the whole situation with Graham.

Not only the handjob I gave him,

but also my cursing about him not making me cum.

My last three working braincells decide to ignore him and move back over to my sleeping bag.

My body moves over in a swift motion and my back still faces Draco.

I shut my eyes tightly and hope that he'll just go back to sleep.

But my hopes are shattered as I suddenly feel two hands grab my hips and pull me backwards.

My butt comes in contact with Dracos crotch and my eyes widen as I feel something hard against me.

My breath hitches.

"Are you trying to ignore me again?" He asks in a teasing voice as he pushes his hard member harder into my backside.

I feel myself falling into arousal as I start to rub my thighs together.

"Let me give you what he can't." Is the last thing he whispers before his hand slowly start to travel to my pants.

His lips touch my the skin behind my ear and he starts to lightly kiss it before he sucks on the skin. I can feel his hard member pressing against my butt as he does so. It gets harder to breath and I have to hold back moans.

I nervously look around as I panic that someone might see us.

Before entering my pants he asks if I want him to touch me.

I nod.

"Words. I need a verbal consent, Sweet girl." He says as his finger play with the waistband of my pyajama pants.

"Yes,please." I lightly moan.

I feel his hand wander between my thighs in a painful slow pace. I whine and start to squirm under his touch.

"Be patient."

His fingers lightly brush over my soaked panties and a chuckle escapes his lips.

"Already that wet for me?"

He slides my panties aside and his middle finger enters me. A moan escapes my lips.

"You gotta be quiet, little girl. What do you think would happen if Graham saw you like that?" Draco asks with a mocking tone.

He adds another finger, curves them and strokes my walls. I feel myself tighten around his long fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out

-hitting my spot everytime.

"You like that, don't you? Me touching you." Draco whispers in my ear as my eyes shut tightly, scared that a loud moan might escape my lips.

"Imagine what my cock could do." Draco says as he thrusts his fingers at an even faster pace.

Suddenly Graham starts to squirm in his sleep. I freeze and try to move away from Draco but he holds me in place.

His fingers are still moving inside me but in a slower pace.

"Scared that Graham might find out what a slut you are for me? How you melt under my touch?" Draco whispers.

"You are going to take it until you cum all over my fingers. I don't care if he wakes up." He says before moving his fingers hit my spot again.

A quiet whimper slips from my lips.

I look over to Graham to see him still fully asleep.

"Keep your eyes on me."

My eyes wander back to his.

"Good girl." He growls in my ear and sends butterflies to my stomach

...and pussy.

I clench around his fingers as I feel my orgasm approaching.

My breath hitches.

"I-Im gonna cum Draco..." i moan a bit louder as it gets harder and harder for me to keep quiet.

Dracos other hand finds my mouth and enters his fingers for me to suck on.

"That'll be my cock next time."

My eyes roll back as I suck on his fingers imagining how Dracos cock would taste like.

My orgasm rolls over me as I bite down on his fingers in order to reduce the urge of letting out a final loud moan.

Or so I thought it would be my final...

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cunty-hunty8 · 1 month

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hot take babes: my thoughts whenever someone says i’m crazy for shipping destiel.

the simple possibility of nephilim tells us that angels can fall in love/have sexual interest in humans. (just like ishim felt something ((obsession)) for lily and lucifer felt something ((sexual desire)) for kelly). so if you say it’s impossible for cas to feel something for dean other than platonic love, the only reason is that you’re homophobic. “oh, but angels can’t be gay” but chuck, who’s literally GOD, can??!?! this goes into another whole area of “we can make the villain gay, but not our precious little dude who all the hetero fellas love so much”. and i’m not even gonna touch the amara subject (who was god’s sister and was supposed to be a being of extreme force and bigger than creation and she still felt something for dean and it wasn’t written by chuck, ‘cause dean is that guy apparently. so an angel can feel something just like amara did ((but shit was weird af)) ).

you can say that maybe dean didn’t reciprocate the romantic love or whatever (even with all the not even subtle subtext that he is a bissexual man in denial), and maybe i’ll get that (MAYBE) but if you say they can’t be together because cas didn’t love him like that, you are blind! watch the show again.

and i’m saying this because jared himself said some pretty stupid shit at a panel about how they can’t be together ‘cause cas is junkless (even though he had sex when he was human and his vessel doesn’t change with grace, this is not even important but ok dude??) and made a weird comparison of romantic love and paternal love saying that you can love your kids and not want to touch them inappropriately and it was the craziest fucking thing ever. so much internalized homophobia i can’t even…

jensen does the same, he acts likes he IS dean and even suggesting that cas and dean might be in love turns into a personal attack to him. but you’ll also find him being a destiel shipper in some videos like the time someone said: “why is it not samstiel?” and jared made 🤢 face and said “sam has better taste” and jensen made a 😒 face and said “dean has no taste, clearly.” so dude, pick a side pls?!

and misha, i have nothing to say about him except that i love him so much. (i love all of them, obviously, but i have my fav).

that’s it folks.

#destiel #supernatural #misha collins #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #spn #nephilim #lucifer #subtext #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester

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whoreforharlow · 10 months

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RBF

Author's Note: My first fic for Urban 🥹 So excited to share it with you all! Also, RBF stands for Resting Bitch Face 😑

"You're not funny, Urban," you kept a blank expression on your face, not looking up from your phone. Anyone would think by your tone and demeanor that you were being serious, but Urban could see right past your exterior.

"You're right... I'm hilarious," he teased, his forefinger coming up to poke your cheek, making you swat him away from you.

"Ew, keep those dirty sausages away from me! I don't even wanna know which instabitch they were last in this time." You sneered with disgust, giving him a quick side eye.

"Well, let me see," he took a long, exaggerated inhale of his first two fingers, his chest puffing out before exhaling dramatically, "smells like Amara," he takes another whiff for good measure, "yep, definitely her. Maybe I should call her." He thinks out loud to himself, smirking as he takes in your soured expression.

"You're such a pig, Urban, oh my god." You huff at him in disgust, unbuckling your belt and scooting past him.

"C'mon y/n, where ya goin'? I was only playing!" He could barely get the words out as he chuckled as loudly as the other guys on the jet. You found your new seat settled across from Neelam, who gave you a small smile in greeting before returning to type away at her laptop. You heard him calling you to come back to where he and the others were sitting, but you flipped him off with a dirty look and put on your headphones.

You felt a pang of hurt and jealousy in your chest at the thought of Urban sleeping with a woman that wasn't you, but you quickly pushed those feelings away. He was your friend—that's it, that's all, and that's all it'll ever be. He made that clear to you back in middle school when he was the first man to ever break your heart.

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You two had the same homeroom, study hall, and lunch together. You always thought he was cute and funny, with his crazy sense of style and inappropriate jokes. You were always reserved and quiet so he made a point to come over and bother you, trying to get you to smile and laugh, making it a personal goal of his every time he saw you. Whether it was just a corny knock knock joke, or a jump-scare at your locker that would make you push him away, or him poking your side knowing you were ticklish—whatever he did, it would always earn him an eye roll but he could see the small, shy smile you would try to suppress.

You two had become friends throughout the school year and into the summer. You had opened up a lot more as you became more and more comfortable with him. He'd take you to get frozen yogurt on hot summer days, watch the latest movies on their opening night, and have all nighters binge watching a different series at his house on the weekends. You couldn't help the crush that you started to form on him, with his pretty blue eyes and blond curls, and lips that made you wonder what it would be like to kiss them. Those early teenage hormones making you feel things you had never really felt before.

It wasn't until he invited you to come hang out with him and his friends one day. For the year that you had known Urban, all of your interactions were just the two of you, Urban knowing that you didn't really like being around too many people. This day he had made plans with you, but forgot he had promised to meet up with his friends too. He thought there wouldn't be a reason to cancel on either plan, but instead just invite you along. You were hesitant about it at first, but you decided spending time with your crush would be worth any anxiety you were feeling, plus, you trusted Urban.

He came to pick you up from your house, the two of you walking through your neighborhood a few blocks until you found yourself at his friend's house. The two of you entered, greeting what you assumed was his friend's mom, before going down to the basement where there were about a dozen other people. You recognize some of them from your middle school and gave them a small wave. You weren't the most social person, and when you were anxious you protected yourself by putting on the very best RBF you could muster. Urban kept an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you to the group, and if you weren't so anxious you would have blushed. Your face stayed passive, as you took a seat next to Urban on the couch, giving off a cold, "I really don't want to be here" vibe.

He tried to get you to engage with everyone, trying to get you to loosen up, but you just brushed him off. Every time someone tried to interact with you, you were short and clipped with them, throwing off the energy of the whole kickback. Eventually, Urban excused the both of you, saying he'll catch back up with everyone later. He grabbed your arm, all but angrily pulling you out of there and out to the street. He pulled you away from the house, stopping on the corner before turning to ask you what your problem was and why you were being a bitch to his friends. You scuffed at the insult, taken aback by his harsh tone, and you clammed up.

"Don't call me a bitch, you-you jerk!"

"Well that's how you were acting! They were trying to be nice and you were being so rude!" He defended. "You were acting like you wanted to be literally anywhere else!"

"Well, maybe that's because I wanted to literally be anywhere else but there! We were supposed to hang out, Urby, just us." Your voice got quieter as you said that last part, unable to meet his gaze, feeling shy.

"I know, but I thought that maybe we could hang out with my friends for once. You've never even met them and you just judged them." His voice was calmer now.

"I wasn't judging them!" You insisted.

"You just sat there with your arms crossed like you were better than everyone, y/n. Any game they tried to get you to play, you just turned your nose up at it." Maybe you hadn't realized just how cold you were being, but it was a defense mechanism and you couldn't help it.

"I didn't mean to, Urby. I'm sorry." You looked down at your scuffed up converse sneakers, feeling an unfamiliar ache deep in your chest.

"I don't think I can be friends with someone who doesn't like my friends." He said to you softly.

"B-but, I'm your friend too, Urban!" You whimpered, your heart breaking. You had never gone through a break up before, neither platonic or romantic.

"Yeah, but I've known them longer and they all get along with each other." His adolescent reasoning made sense to you both at the time, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"I still want us to be friends, Urby." You grabbed his hand gently, but he pulled it away from yours.

"I don't think it's a good idea, y/n. Why don't you go home, I'll watch you from here." He left no room for discussion. You turned on your heel and started walking down the street towards your house, silent tears dropping to the concrete beneath your feet, leaving a trail telling of your heartbreak. He kept his word, watching you walk down until you reached your front steps, taking one last look at your curly haired first love.

The two of you kept your distance from then on, seeing each other occasionally throughout your highschool years in the halls and sometimes in the streets. A lot of time went by for you two, both of you coming into yourselves. You came out of your shell, slowly but surely as you grew older, finding a small group of other ex-loners to befriend. Urban maintained his same group of friends from middle school, give or take a few new faces, but he was the same. You'd occasionally say hi to each other, remaining cordial, but not necessarily friendly. Over the next four years you heard of him and his friends' reputations with the girls in your high school and your town. You were hurt at first, but once you started dating a guy named Tahj, a cute drummer in the school band, during junior year, Urban had left your mind completely.

Years had gone past, the two of you living separate lives without really crossing the other's mind. You held no real hurt feelings regarding the issue, writing it off as just part of the middle school experience. When you ran into him years later when you relocated to Atlanta for work, it was actually nice to see his familiar face. You two ran into each other at a late night taco shop, you and your roommate making a quick stop there on your way home from the club. You two almost didn't recognize each other at first, but laughed it off before exchanging pleasantries. Your heels were killing you and your order was up, so you two exchanged numbers before saying your farewells. Ever since, you two had developed another bond, leading you down the same road as before, falling for the now long haired, blue eyes, dirty blond with the perfect smile.

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You felt Urban plop down next to you, but you kept your eyes focused on your phone, occupying yourself with responding to work emails. You had taken a few personal days to join Urban on a short trip to LA with Jack and the rest of their friends, but it seemed that some of your coworkers hadn't heeded your Out Of Office memo.

"No work," he said, snatching your phone away and tossing it in the empty seat across from him. You glared at him, but said nothing, crossing your arms and looking out the window at the clouds. You felt him pull your headphones off, placing it on the table behind Neelam's laptop.

"I know you're mad, like actually mad." He stated, knowing that you had two different kinds of "mad" moods. The first one was one he knew he could get you out of with a few jokes, like how you were just minutes ago, and another mad where it would take a lot more for him to get your forgiveness.

"I'm not mad," you dismissed. You weren't mad, you were hurt and jealous. You knew you had no right to be, your friendship with Urban completely platonic, but you couldn't help your feelings.

"Yeah, you are." He sighed. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?" You shook your head, continuing to look out the window. He shut the shade down, trying to get your attention, but instead you decided to recline your seat back, shutting your eyes and getting comfortable. Your peace lasted but a moment before you felt him poke your cheek.

"Urban, I'm serious. Stop." Your voice was stern as you grabbed his hand, forcefully putting it in his lap. He stared at you with soft eyes, grabbing your hand and holding it in his on his lap. You let him, but kept your eyes closed as you shut your eyes again. After a moment you felt him let go, the arm rest between you two being lifted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him for a hug.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't mean to push you." He apologized quietly, laying his head on yours.

"It's okay, Urban." You reassured him.

"You know," he broke the silence after a minute, "I didn't sleep with Amara."

"I wouldn't care if you did," you mumbled into his chest, feeling sleepy in his embrace.

"Yeah, you would." He confirmed, making you still. You weren't sure where he was going with it, so you stayed quiet. "The same way it would bother me if you told me you slept with what's his name."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, him."

"Why would it bother you, Urban?" You questioned, pulling your head off his chest, looking up into his eyes. You felt your heart beat a little faster as you anticipated his answer, the slightest bit of hope in your heart.

"Because what man wants the woman he has feelings for to sleep with anyone that isn't him." His voice was soft and vulnerable as he looked down at you. You felt your heart jump to your throat, feeling speechless at his confession; it was a confession you never thought you'd ever hear.

"What are you saying, Urban?" You wanted him to clarify, you wanted there to be no mistaking what he was saying to you.

"I'm saying..." He smiled, "I'm saying I have feelings for your emo ass. I like you y/n, I like you a lot." His cheeks pinked as he spoke, but he held your gaze with a soft smile on his face. "I'm saying I haven't thought about any other girl in a serious way in quite some time because of you." He spoke this part a bit shyly, but this made you narrow your eyes at him and pull away.

"Pft, that's hard to believe considering you end up sleeping with any woman willing to spread their legs for you." You bit out, crossing your arms and facing the window, pulling the shade up to find the now darkened sky. You recalled the nights you would join him and his friends to clubs, Urban eventually being dragged off in the direction of the bathrooms, returning shortly with purpling blotches on his neck and a satisfied expression on his face.

"I said I wasn't thinking of any girls in a serious way, not that I was staying celibate." He specified with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. You just scoffed and rolled your eyes. It wasn't that you were staying celibate either, but you felt that the circumstances were different. You had dated some guys here and there since you and Urban reconnected over a year and a half ago, but you felt like Urban's blatant hypersexual behavior was just disrespectful if he was serious about his feelings towards you.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Urb. Do what you want." You sighed, over the conversation. You felt conflicted, unsure of how to feel about his confession. On the one hand, he's saying he has feelings for you, but his actions told a different story.

"Look, I get it, you're upset-"

"I'm not upset. I don't care." You cut him off, your unbothered demeanor backing up your statement.

"You do care, y/n. Other people might believe that face, but I see through it. You don't have to lie to me, I know you're mad."

"You don't know me." You weakly defended.

"Actually, I do. I know you don't believe my feelings for you are real, and I guess I did do a shitty job of showing it, but they are real."

"Sure, they are."

"They are real!"

"I just said that, Urb."

"Yeah, but you said it sarcastically." This time he grabbed your hand, making you turn your gaze from the window to him. You saw the sincerity in his face, he looked at you with desperate eyes as they pleaded with you to believe him.

"Listen, I fucked up okay. To be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing here." He scratched the back of his neck nervously with his hand that wasn't holding yours. "I already lost you once as a friend, I don't want to lose you again, y/n." You were surprised to hear him say that. "I never did apologize for what happened in middle school. I was a stupid kid and I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have chosen my other friends or made you feel like you weren't my friend. You were my friend, y/n, one of the best friends I ever had and I blew it. I think I was just young and stupid. I'm sorry, y/n, I really am."

"Thank you, Urban. It means a lot to hear that." You were teary at his confession, squeezing his hand tightly. You weren't typically an emotional person, at least not in front of others, but something about this apology hit deep within your inner child that you didn't know was still hurting.

"I'm glad I got to say it, even though you deserved it way sooner, y/n." He whispered with remorseful eyes, bringing his free hand to cup your cheek and wipe away a stray tear.

"You know," you let out a shaky breath, "I-I really loved you back then, Urby. You were the first guy to be nice to me, the only one actually." You blushed with embarrassment. "I thought the absolute world of you, like you could do no wrong. You made me feel so... normal. Even though it ended the way it ended, I've always been grateful for that experience with you." You whispered.

"Urby... I haven't been called that in a really long time," he chuckled lowly, his cheeks reddening at the youthful pet name. You blushed a bit, not realizing you had called him that. "I really missed hearing that." He confessed shyly, leaning in closer to you.

"I'm happy that we met again, y/n. I feel like I'm getting a second chance to make things right. To try again. I know I haven't really done a good job so far," he admits sheepishly, "but it was because I wasn't sure about how you felt about me. I know it's not an excuse, but it's all I've got." He shrugs apologetically. "But I want to try this again, for like the third time at this point." He chuckles lightly, a pleading look in his eyes. You nod to him and immediately he gets up from the seat, walking to the other end of the quiet jet, everyone either asleep or on their phones. He sits in the seat on the far end, making you lean over the seat next to you to look down the aisle at him. As quickly as he had sat down, he was stood back up, slowly walking back to you before stopping in the aisle by your row.

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone. I thought I'd keep a beautiful girl company," he said, making you give him your signature eye roll, the smallest smile playing on your lips. You cross your arms over your chest and look away from him uninterested, masking with your best RBF. He chuckled a little, knowing that this was exactly how you were with strangers who were too forward, but sat down anyway.

"I'm Urban by the way." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You looked at him with a raised brow, then looked down at his hand, and then back up at his face. You kept your expression cold and rolled your eyes, looking back out the window.

"Y/n," you said, your tone low and uninterested, but Urban could see beyond your facade.

"Are you headed to LA, or is it just a layover?" He asked casually, and this time you had a hard time keeping the smile off your face. You looked at him with comical disbelief.

"You're not seriously going to act like we don't know each other, are you?" You asked him, this whole interaction amusing you.

"Act? What act? Have we met before?" He looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes again, but you found it sweet that he was really trying to do this right. You put back a stoic face, playing along and ignoring him as you would any stranger.

"So... LA?" He began his small talk again, asking you very basic questions that he obviously knew the answers to, and you gave him very short answers, but each time with less and less attitude. He noticed your change in energy, your body no longer facing the window of the plane as it was now angled towards him, your arms relaxed in your lap instead of crossed over your chest defensively, you even gave him a few genuine smiles. Before you knew it, the plane had landed and the two of you followed the rest of the crew out onto the runway, Urban insisting on carrying your duffle bag as usual.

"Well, this is me," he said to you with a hint of faux sadness. "It was really nice meeting you, y/n." He continued, and it took everything in you not to laugh at how into his little performance he was. You both were literally going to the same place in the same car, yet he was acting as if he would never see you again. You knew he was putting the ball in your court, wanting you to extend an invitation to see him again.

"It was really nice meeting you too, Urban." You mused, your cold facade melting away as you shyly stepped closer to him. "Um, if you're ever free while in town, maybe we could meet up sometime." You spoke to him quietly. You knew he would accept, but there was still a dejected part of you that was afraid he wouldn't. His beautiful smile put any anxiety you had to rest.

"Yeah, I'd really like that, y/n."

"I'd really like that too, Urby."

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yoongisleftearring · 6 months

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part four: handsome young uncle

S E C R E T S E C R E T

pairing: Idol!Changbin x Influencer!reader

-> in which Stray Kids attempt to protect their image after an unexpected encounter with you, but, oh, Changbin is kinda hot? AND emotionally intelligent?? Oh no.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: Heyyy,,,

anyway here's to hopefully not taking any more extended breaks and if anyone wants off the taglist just lmk :))

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"I'll give you a few minutes alone," the nurse whispered as he led Changbin into the room that held probably no more than six beds, pointing to where you lay. He muttered a quick 'thank you' before approaching your side. You began blinking, eyes heavy as you searched around the room, trying to decipher where exactly you were.

"You scared me," A voice spoke from beside your bed. Your head whipped in his direction, eyes squinting to make out the face before you. Your brain was still slightly foggy, and you weren't sure who he was, but you were sure what he was. Sexy. Oh my god, that man is so handsome and b- wait, why is he here? "I wasn't really hoping to add murderer to my list of fatal flaws," he grimaces at that last part. "Sorry, poor word choice given-" the man motions to your bed.

"What- Who, who are you?" you finally speak, your voice frail for some reason.

"I'm Changbin. Seo Changbin," he speaks. Your heart feels as if it's about to stop. Good thing you're in a hospital, you think.

"No."

"Yes?" he replies, eyes wide. He almost looks like he's slightly scared of you. Wait, you were in a hospital room. What if you got attacked by some stabbing crazy and you fell. Into a bush. And your hair is now a mess, twigs sticking out of it like an idiot? What if he's looking at you like that because you look like a stupid idiot clown? Changbin sees your eyes widen as you start to panic, breathing picking up, and you reach your hands up to touch your face. "No, no. Please, not again. Stay calm," he rushed, his arms flailing about. But how could you? He was Seo Changbin. He's famous. And sexy. And also famous.

"You're- you, Chang- Stray-" It seems like the lack of oxygen from the heavy breathing was beginning to get to your head.

"You-you know me?" All you could do was nod your head. His expression dropped, seemingly not too fond of the revelation.

"Bin," a voice called from across the room. He stood at the door, expression grim. Shit. You recognised him too. You really need to get your hands on a mirror.

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"No, you should be fine to leave soon. We're just making sure you're okay, and then you can go home, okay?" the nurse explained sweetly, quickly making her way over to another bed as soon as she finished checking on you.

Two figures approached.

"How's our little fighter doing?" Changbin smiled hesitantly.

"She said you ran me over," you deadpanned. The man beside him frowned, looking at his friend.

"She said that?" he whisper yelled.

"No, but she did say I was hit by a car, and you said you almost became a murderer."

"Well, it was an accident," he smiled, a single dimple appearing on one of his cheeks. "And you're okay! Woo!" his smile was only slightly mesmerising.

"What he means is we're very sorry, and of course, all medical expenses are going to be paid by us," the slightly taller man smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Chan."

"Well, thank you, Chris, I appreciate it," you replied. Chan looked at his friend.

"Yeah, she knows."

"Great," the man smiled, dimples on show. "That's just great."

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beom1e · 11 months

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ephemeral nineteen | eternally

genre fluff. warning cursing. playlist ml. wc 405.

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it was a hot, sticky kind of day. you were irritable and quiet, moving harshly and without caution all day long. your precious friday had been ruined by your pure desire and desperation to go home and take a cold shower. and when you finally did so, everything became calm.

you pushed open the window on the left end of your kitchen, smiling when the air began to seep in and cool the area. the door into your apartment opened, and you spun around to see beomgyu sheepishly holding up a plastic bag.

‘ever heard of knocking?’ you joked, but he only inched closer.

the plastic bag was dropped onto the counter as he came into the kitchen, and pulled open the door into the freezer. your eyes lit up when you noticed he’d brought ice cream with him. you snuck over to the bag and peeked inside, catching a glimpse of a movie, but not of the title.

‘hey,’ he breathed out, making you spin your head around to face him. you skipped into his open arms and hugged him tightly. ‘did you miss me that much?’

‘yes, of course,’ you lifted your head, looking up into his eyes. ‘i’ve had a terrible day, i was actually about to call you.’

beomgyu placed a short kiss to your lips, the widest grin taking over his features shortly after. his heart picked up its pace as he continued admiring you. you could see it in his eyes, the way he was feeling in that moment.

‘god, i love you,’ he blurted out, making you launch yourself out of his embrace. ‘fuck, i didn’t mean— i mean, i did mean it. just, i didn’t mean to say it like that, and right now.’

he waited for your response, his anxiety peaking as you blankly stared back at him. moments of silence passed before you broke out into a fit of nervous giggling. beomgyu couldn’t help smiling at the sound, but that didn’t erase his anxiety.

‘it was perfect,’ you softly reassured him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. you pulled away, looking up at him once again. ‘and i love you.’

‘i love you so much,’ he whispered against your lips. ‘i’ve been waiting for so long to say that to you.’

‘i love you so much more,’ you smiled, admiring his features up close. ‘i’ll love you eternally.’

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#tomorrow x together #txt #txt x reader #txt smau #beomgyu #beomgyu smau #beomgyu angst #beomgyu fluff #txt angst #txt fluff

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jiisungllvr · 1 year

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well, well, well, hold onto your textbooks, because here comes the tale of "the homework club," after "indirectly" volunteering to start a homework club you and your friends try to recruit members but nobody wants to join a nerdy nerd club right? wrong. after given an ultimatum: either join the homework club or face a month of detention kim seungmin and his little gucci gang reluctantly join.

will you bond over quadratic equations and shakespearean sonnets? or will chaos be the only option? oh yeah, and christoper (or chan as they call him) is just here for fun.

☆ genre: enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers (kinda), university au, smau

☆ pairing: seungmin x y/n, skz x y/n, y/n uses she/her pronouns

☆ status: ongoing

☆ notes: i have no posting schedule so it might take long but i will try and post as regular as possible.

if the links don't work, search #the homework club or click the button (in the tags) and i will try my best to fix it quickly

richn't gang hot people + changbin

01: "love y/n?" LOL

02: in my clown era

03: MUM??

04: chanbing my love 😍😍😍

05: y'all ain't even dating

06: chrissy boy

07: you can't dance

08: best frenemiesenemies

09: back in business

10: 🤣🤣🤣

11: yuno miles

12: pudding

13: 😹😹😹

14: BEACH-EACH :3

15: rumplestiltskin

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rowaelinsdaughter · 1 month

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JUMP LITTLE BUNNY

ok so, this is are 2 or 3 or 4 requests in one (all by @amara-moonlight ) and i like this and it also help me with my writing slump.

WARNINGS;; ddlg relationship, custome use, nsfw

𐙚 daddy! rowan who wakes her up with breakfast on bed. toast, coffee, juice, jam with butter, croissants, everything for his baby girl.

𐙚 daddy! rowan hires people to dress her, do her make up, everything so she looks pretty for the day, even her nails, hair, eyelashes. and everytime they are done with her he needs to kiss her soft lips lightly so the makeup doesn't ruin.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who sometimes, wants to do her makeup and skin care routine, and has learned from her how to do it.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who spends all day with her buying her everything she looks at, even if she tells him that she doesn’t need it, rowan is buying it.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who waits for her outside the victorian secret’s shop because she has told him to. meanwhile, she is looking for more outfits for the night, and she is changing the one she is wearing for the white one she has bought. a gift for him.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who spends the entire evening with a hand on her small back, her long, silk hair tickling her hand, a bow decorating the half up. and during lunch, he has his hand on her leg, sometimes moving his hand up to touch her underwear lightly.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who has bought more bunny costumes for her to wear for the night and also some new panties with a vibrator in it so he can control it with his phone

𐙚 daddy! rowan can't stop kissing her. on the waiting line, while she is looking for clothes or skin care stuff…

𐙚 daddy! rowan who the first thing he does when they are home is give her a bag with the new bunny custom in it.

𐙚 babygirl! reader who hides the new lingerie and changes to the bunny custom because she loves to please him, and otherwise.

𐙚 babygirl! reader who walks downstairs to where rowan is waiting on the sofa at the living room, a glass of alcohol on one hand and the other at the back of the sofa manspreading.

𐙚 babygirl! reader who gives him a little dance because she is a little bit shy, the lingerie nearly covering her and the bunny and tail makes her look like a little animal.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who drinks all his alcohol in one shot and with a movement of his fingers, tells her to approach him until she is between his legs.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who tells reader to be on her knees and suck him like the good girl she is.

𐙚 babygirl! reader who sucks him off and swallow all while his hand is at the back of her head.

𐙚 babygirl! reader who sits on his lap, his cock buried deep inside her, hitting her g spot.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who tells reader “jump little bunny”

𐙚 babygirl! reader who rides his dick like she's cock drunk

𐙚 daddy! rowan who lays her on the couch the moment she has cum and starts eating her, trying to make her cum again, this time with his tongue

𐙚 daddy! rowan who fucks her again while his baby is crying and begging him to cum again and to fill her

𐙚 daddy! rowan who cums inside

𐙚 daddy! rowan who is the best after sex. he takes her to the bathroom, hot water cleaning her and relaxing her muscles, all of this while he gives her little kisses and tells her how good she is.

𐙚 daddy! rowan who hugs his baby girl because it's the only way she can sleep

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mcgnagallsarmy · 14 days

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Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (March 2024)

A Different Kind of (Sunny)hell by OffYourBird [Adult Only]

Between juggling a New World Order, a bothersome Council, wayward magic, and – as always – some much with the confusing time travel, there is never a dull moment in Sunnydale for Liz and Elly. This is Season 6 as it exists in the Jumpverse (beginning with A Different Kind of Hell and followed up by A Different Kind of Wedding). Fair warning: if you have not read the previous installments of the Jumpverse, this will not make any sense.

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City. Set post-NFA, spoilers for all of BtVS and AtS.

Cavalry by Holly [NC-17]

Buffy and Spike are enjoying life on the open road, but when they learn monsters have taken over Sunnydale, they have no choice but to head back to the Hellmouth.

Dusk Rising by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17]

"It doesn't matter. If Dawn dies, I'm done with it, I'm quitting." What if quitting wasn't all Buffy promised? -Challenge by Loup Noir Glory is defeated. The portal is closed. Except this time, the Scoobies decided to take matters into their own hands. While Willow restrains Buffy, Xander pushes Dawn off the tower. The rest is darkness. In the absence of Dawn, Buffy becomes Dusk.

The Footprints Left Behind by Willow91 [NC-17]

In the wake of an unknown attack on the American Frontier and the subsequent loss of contact with the friends they still had stateside, Buffy and Xander sneak into the country and begin a long, dangerous journey to find old friends and the source of the near apocalypse before it spreads throughout the rest of the world.

For You To Be You by lafillesauvage [Adult Only]

Alternate ending for 7x13 The Killer in Me. What happened after Buffy and Spike returned to an empty Revello Drive following the chipectomy? Well, in this story, Buffy realises just how much she cares for Spike, which leads to some fluffy reconciliations involving chocolate ice cream and Walker, Texas Ranger. She also gets her period, and adult-only fun is had by all.

Golden Hour by kennedynoelle [R]

Response to a challenge set by emilise: Spike never came to Sunnydale during the first few seasons. The first time Buffy sees him is during The Harsh Light of Day, sunbathing on campus adorned with the Gem of Amara. Oh no, she thinks, the pit of her stomach dropping and sending tinglies all over, he's hot. They start dating, Buffy unaware that her new boyfriend is a member of the undead. Of course, she has to find out eventually…

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by fortes775 [NC-17]

Buffy has spent the summer grasping for something just out of reach, but when Dracula arrives at the peak of her frustration, all bets are off. In which Buffy finds her fix, her man, and herself, not necessarily in that order…

Manifest by EllieRose101 [R]

The hardest demons you have to fight are your very own, but a little help can go a long way—if it’s the right kind. (Set after Tabula Rasa but before Smashed.)

Mixed Signals by phoenixjustice [NC-17]

Two people who were never supposed to meet. She had seen everything, up to the Dragon that destroyed everything she loved. He had only the lasting memory of her words of love before he burned to cinders. Could they bridge the gap between them?

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #spuffy #ficrec #monthly ficrec #elysianholly #isevery0nehereverystoned #tvylrswift

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thehighladywrites · 4 months

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The Airhead Chronicles

…and the date

-> pairing: cassian x bimbo/ditzy reader

-> summary: finally the day is here, you’re going on a date with cassian!! now you just have to prepare and get ready for it. Cassian is prepared to finally ask you some questions and the mention of your secret friend rubs him the wrong way. But how does the date go, and who on earth opens the door at Cassian’s friends house?…

-> warnings: suggestive themes, nsfw, smut, super fluff, light angst, public sex, yeah, none of you care about getting caught fucking in a restaurant, oral (m.receiving) , bargain tattoos, almost oral (f.receiving), wing play, daddy kink

-> amara’s note: I think this is one of my fav things to write, I really love ditzy reader, she's so fun and cute.

part 1 part 2

Startled by a sudden knock, you quickly stood up, intrigued by the unexpected visitor. Opening the door, you were met with a smiling man.

“Hi there pretty lady, are you Y/n?” he asked. After exchanging pleasantries, he handed you a paper and a pen, insisting you sign.

Curious, you replied, “Oh, what’s this for, I’m pretty sure I didn’t order anything, or did I?” Sensing your confusion, the man stepped closer and pointed a finger at a dotted line. “Just sign here, baby. How about I come in and show you?”

Normally, you'd agree to some help because you didn’t really like reading long and confusing papers, but with your date approaching, you looked at him apologetic and declined.

“Sorry, maybe next time. I'm getting ready for a date with this really hot guy, and I have a lot of things to do. But why am I signing this?”

His face turned sour, and he threw a bouquet of flowers at you, muttering something about a special delivery before you signed. He left without saying goodbye, and you tilted your head, wondering if you said something to upset him.

The confusion quickly left your mind when you looked down, eyes wide, and heart beating faster as a huge smile spread on your lips. The bouquet was wrapped around white and pink baby breaths and peonies. You let out a shriek of happiness as you spun around and smelled the fresh, fragrant flowers. They were unlike anything else, handled with care and professionalism.

Scurrying to the kitchen, you pulled out a vase from your cabinets as you filled it with water to put your flowers in. While you fiddled with the petals, you saw a note attached as you opened it.

Reading the note, your eyes lit up with excitement. You twirled around, a broad grin on displayed, absorbing the message:

“Can’t wait to see you tonight, beautiful. I will pick you up, just be ready by 8. - Cassian.”

You halted your twirl, taking a deep breath.

Fucking Gods, you had to look absolutely stunnig, like drop-dead gorgeous. The sexiest dress was a non-negotiable, paired with a cute bag. Your hair needed to be freshly styled, and ohhh, a fresh set of nails was a must, even though it hadn't been a week since your last set.

Let’s be real, you knew you were pretty and didn’t need someone to tell you that, but it was nice to hear nonetheless, especially from Cassian. It was weird, you had known him for just over a week and already you felt a connection to him.

With your plans set, you dove into the whirlwind of preparation. The closet became a battleground of choices as you sifted through dresses, searching for the one that screamed "fuck me right now, please." The chosen outfit hung proudly on the door, awaiting its moment. A stunning sheer black dress with a v-neck, a thigh-high slit, and the best part - it sparkled.

Your hair received the full treatment of preparation and care, making you wonder how you’d display it tonight—curls, an updo, low bun or straight? The decision was as crucial as the dress itself, because what if you wanted to blow him? A ponytail would be ideal, but if you were gonna be fucked missionairy then a ponytail would be super uncomfy. Maybe just some curls then? Yes, you definitely wanted some bouncy curls resulting in you pulling out your hair rollers and pins. It was such a pain to put them on because your arms hurt from keeping them up but you didn’t care. Finally, a cute little bag accompanied the ensemble, adding that perfect touch paired with some simple heels.

The urgency for flawlessness led you to contemplate a fresh set of nails. Despite the recent pampering, the allure of perfection beckoned, and you found yourself on the way to the nail salon. After all, a week felt like an eternity when it came to looking drop-dead gorgeous.

As the appointment at the nail salon progressed, you debated between daring and classic shades. The manicurist, familiar to your frequent visits, skillfully crafted a fresh set that made you smile so hard, your face started hurting, letting out an excited sound.

With your nails perfected, you rushed home to continue the transformation, hair and makeup being the last step. Your dress clung to you like a second skin, accentuating every curve. Your reflection in the mirror confirmed your pursuit of drop-dead hotness. Smiling at yourself you adjusted your hair before putting on your jewelry, marveling at the final result. You really hoped Cassian would compliment you otherwise you’d die. His attention was so addicting and you wanted to be around him every single second for some reason.

Glancing at the clock, you realized the incoming arrival of Cassian. The butterflies in your stomach intensified as you added the finishing touches, ready to open the door to a night filled with excitement and allure.

“Hi Cassie!!” Your smile subdued a bit as you shifted nervously when he just stared at you not saying anything. Should you have worn something different? Maybe gone with the pink you wanted? Maybe he didn’t like your hair…

Cassian stood at the door, his eyes widening as he took in your stunning transformation. His brain seemed to short-circuit, and he simply stared at you with his jaw open, momentarily lost for words in the face of your breathtaking appearance. The snug fabric around your frame made blood rush to his cock, a reaction that almost tempted him to slap his own face. "Am I some kind of teenager or something, gods," he thought to himself, caught in the unexpected whirlwind of emotions your presence stirred.

“Hi sweetheart, fuck, you look absolutely breathtaking,” he managed to exclaim, a genuine smile lighting up his face. He spun you around, getting a good luck at you as your perfume filled his nose. Blushing at the compliment, you replied with a happy smile. “Thank you, Cassie. I'm so excited for tonight! Where are we going?”

He offered his arm, and you linked yours with his as you both stepped into the night, ready for the date that awaited. “Don’t worry your pretty, little head about it, it’s a surprise, sweet girl.”

Thank fuck he held you, because you could barely stand with the way your knees wobbled. The urge to just shove him in an alley and give him some life-changing head was just too strong. Cassian looked soooo freaking hot, dressed in a well-fitted suit.His hair had been put in a half bun, arms looking soooo massive, and an inexplicable desire to bite them tugged at your thoughts.

Caught in the spell of his side profile , the world around you seemed to fade into the background. Cassian’s voice became a distant hum as your eyes glued to him.

Your mind went hazy as you found yourself daydreaming about him, captivated by the allure of the moment.

Cassian halted mid-sentence in his talk about the restaurant when he noticed your silence. Curiosity painted his expression as he looked down at you, only to find you hazily looking up at him. Your plump lips were slightly parted, and your eyes were wide and sparkly, lost in a momentary enchantment.

Cassian was going to treat himself to some of Rhysands expensive liquor, it was truly something magical about his restraint. The way you looked up to him made his cock painfully hard. There was something submissive and desperate in your gaze. Before he cancelled the night and took you to his room to fuck you senseless, he broke the silence, chuckling, “I must be boring you with all this restaurant talk. What’s on your mind?”

You blinked, snapping out of the enchantment, and mumbled while feeling warm. “Um, no, not at all, Cassie. I was just… appreciating the view.”

His eyebrows lifted in playful surprise, “The view? Of me?”

You nodded with a secretive grin, “Guilty… I mean I can’t help it. You look so handsome. Now tell me about the restaurant.” The conversation resumed, but the sparkle of that moment lingered, adding an extra layer of magic to the evening.

Your brows furrowed as you read the menu. What on earth was an entrecôte? Foie gras? Was that some sort of joke? It was infuriating and you just wanted some food. Looking up at Cassian, you noticed he had already decided and was looking through the wine list. Feeling helpless, you whispered to him, “Um Cassie, I don’t know what this means. If any of this means mushrooms and cilantro, then let me know, they’re super yucky.”

He took your menu and brought your hand up to place a kiss on it, “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll take care of it. How does chicken sound?” You nodded, grateful for the escape from the decision-making. Ugh, was being pretty and living too hard? You just wanted to exist without thinking about annoying things.

Cassian certainly eased it for you.

“Uh-huh, yes please,” you replied. He tilted his head, a playful smile playing on his lips. “My, what good manners you have. A good girl indeed.”

The echo of Cassian calling you a good girl sent a shiver down your spine, nearly sending you into a dreamy state. Resisting the magnetic pull of his warmth became a challenge.

Would it really hurt though? Cassian had rented out an entire section of the restaurant for your date, the only other person you’d see during the whole night was a waiter who kept away unless he was serving you food.

Unable to resist any longer, you inched toward him, lifting yourself. Cassian, sitting manspread, welcomed you onto one of his thighs. As you settled, his arm snaked behind your back, keeping you securely in place as you slung your arm over his shoulder while the other traced circles and shapes on his chest. The world outside this private bubble faded, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth and intimacy.

The waiter discreetly approached, and Cassian smoothly placed the order, his attention never wavering from you. The world outside this secluded moment ceased to exist. He was so content he almost forgot one of the reasons he had been so desperate to see you again. Placing a sweet kiss on your cheek and neck, he asked.

“ I’ve been wondering,” he began, his eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and concern, “ There’s not a lot a know about you, and i’d like to change that. I mean have you always lived in Velaris?” You hummed and answered cheerfully, “ No, I used to live in the Hewn City but a friend helped me move here. My family still live there but they think I live in the Day Court, since Velaris is a secret city and all.”

He observed you carefully, wondering what possible friend could’ve gotten you into Velaris without him or the inner circle knowing? Velaris wasn’t some place one just moved to, it was a secret and protected city, warded against anyone who wasn’t welcome. Your answer only made him more curious.

“Yeah, your friend helped you? Do they live here?” You giggled as you looked at him with a “duh” look.

“Of course my friend still lives here, what a silly question! We meet once a month to catch up and he sometimes brings the family to our get-togethers.”

“ How fun, sweet girl. You’ll have to introduce me to your friend, yeah?” you leaned in as his arm became a comforting weight around your waist.

“Yay, that would be so much fun! He’s like this super old guy that I work for but I promise he’s really funny and his wife is such a sweetheart, I love her.” His heart thundred at the excitement you unknowingly pushed through the bond, making him crack a huge smile. Heavens, your were so adorable, he wanted to see you smile forever. “Is he a good boss then? What is it you do for him?” Flashing him a secret smile, you leaned in conspiratorially as you started playing with the buttons of his crisp white shirt.

“I wish I could tell you Cassie, but it’s tip-top secret and I’m bound to never, ever in a million years tell a single soul. I even have this cool tattoo for it.” You whispered as if afraid anyone would hear you before pulling down the strap of your dress and showing him the bargain tattoo.

Cassian's expression froze, his mind racing to fathom the deal you might have struck. Did you grasp the consequences of Night Court's bargain tattoos? The kind of searing fucking pain that awaited anyone attempting to breach its secrecy? The instincts that come with a mating bond made him feel murdereous at the thought of anyone striking a dangerous deal with his mate.

He didn’t want you experiencing the pain of accidentally telling him about the bargain, so he dropped the subject completely, picking up new things to talk about. While waiting for the meal, you tried to attentively listen as Cassian, the general and commander of the Night Court as he had told you, told you the tales of his thrilling adventures and loving family. But he sometimes used big words that made you tilt your head in confusion, he had however noticed it early on and switched to more simple terms, ensuring your understanding of the topic.

Of all of your years living, you had never felt so safe and cared for as you did here with Cassian. Sure your parents never laid hands on you but they certainly didn’t like you very much, calling you incapable and downright stupid. It hurt you, it really did because you tried but it simply wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Cassian, this gorgeous man, noticed you didn’t understand but he didn’t outright dumb it down for you.

He… just used another word with the same meaning he explained and it really made you happy. Because for some reason, his approval and attention was necessary for you to function and you literally couldn’t imagine him ever being disappointed in you.

After dessert was served, Cassian told the waiter and the chef that you were done eating and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. They left you all alone in your section and the seclusion made you more bold. You certainly didn’t care if anyone saw you blowing him or anything but… it felt more intimate doing in just for him. You were still sat on his thigh as he spoon fed you the delicious chocolate cake.

Chills ran down your arms upon locking eyes with Cassian, and from your position, you explored his face, fingertips tracing a scar along his eyebrow. Your hand moved over his cheekbones, jaw, nose, and finally, his flawless lips. Drawing close, you both whispered intimately, “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” he rasped, to which you replied in a hushed tone, “Yes, please, Cassie.”

With a tender murmur he said, “my perfect girl,” his soft lips met yours.

As the kiss unfolded, time seemed to slow, encapsulating you both in a world of shared warmth and intimacy. Cassian's lips, soft against yours, the room faded away, leaving only the electric energy between you two. You had kissed plenty people before, but nothing felt as addictive and pleasurable as this.

Cassian’s body shaped perfectly against yours as he pulled you on his lap, making you straddle his hips, legs on either side of him as your dress bunched. His hair was pulled out of his bun as you dragged your manicured nails across his scalp.

He out out a groan as his hands found your hips, his hold tightening as he ground upwards making you moan at the contact.

Breaking the kiss, Cassian's eyes held a newfound tenderness and hunger. “You're something else, you know that?” he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and affection. A shared smile lingered between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that had just passed between your lips.

A loud shatter was heard as you looked up panting, absolutely forgetting that you two may have a section rented out, but you were still out in public and if anyone wanted to stretch their legs, they certainly wouldn’t miss you grinding in Cassian’s lap, lips puffy and hair tousled.

Cassian couldn’t have cared less even of he tried to. Being the lord of bloodshed, the general leading the armies of the night court, and one of the greatest warriors in the history of Prythian granted Cassian liberties in his eyes. Unlike ordinary fae males, he wasn't restricted from openly displaying affection for his mate at any time or place. There wasn’t a person on earth that could tell him what to do with you.

Fucking in public didn’t scare him or make him feel embarrassed. No, Cassian fucking loved the thrill of being caught. Loved the little voice in his head telling him that someone would be walking in on him pleasuring his mate, your face scrunched up in pleasure as someone catches you, your heartbeat quickening at the taboo scene.

But he’d never in his life put you in a position that made you uncomfortable, he’d rather chop his cock off. So he looked at your face, searching for any fear.

“You okay? Wanna stop, baby?” The thought of you getting off his lap and feeling shame or embarrasement was enough to make him feel nauseous. But that all quickly left when you looked down at him with blushy cheeks, a wide grin on your face as you laughed. “Wow, that sounded really close. Guess you better fuck me quickly Cassie, we wouldn’t want someone to catch us, now would we? I mean that would be soooo bad and we’d be kicked out, right?”

Cassian easily detected the false concern written all over your face. There was a blend of amusement, warmth, and hunger in your expression. You playfully pouted, furrowing your brows in mock thinking as you tilted your head.

Looking up darkly at you he flashed you a feral grin, furrowing his brow in mock thinking. “Of course. It would be very, very bad if someone caught me with my head between your legs, I mean whatever would we do?”

You stood up, hopping up on the table in front of him, propped up like a post-dessert treat with your legs spread infront of his hungry gaze.

“ Let’s find out. I think you missed some of your dessert, baby. Come eat me up, Cassie…” He put his hands around your ankles as he removed your heels, then hissed when he felt your stocking-clad foot rub against his strained cock. Your eyes caught his wings ruffling as curiosity prompted your question.

“Cassie, why are your wings so big? Can I touch them or would it hurt?”

His wings rustled, then tightened in instinct. Illyrian wings were absolutely not to be touched by anyone without invitation, they were to be protected at any cost. His people had been taught to never let anyone get close enough to them, often punching first and then asking questions if someone ever touched them.

“No, sweet girl, they wouldn’t hurt if you touched them. It’s just a sacred part of me that I as an Illyrian protect with my life.” You observed the intricate patterns on his wings, fascinated by the interplay of light and shadow, gold and read hues swirling.

Cassian, sensing your curiosity, continued, “Touching them is a privilege reserved for the one I’ll one day trust deeply, a gesture of profound connection between two mates.” His gaze held a promise, hinting at a deeper connection yet to unfold. You slumped slighty as you realized that you probably weren’t his mate and quickly lowered you rising hand.

“Oh, okay then. They seem really cool anyways, your future mate is quite lucky huh?” Your eyes met his own filled with longing and hope.

Growing up in The Hewn City, the stories of mates filled your imagination, creating a yearning for a connection forged by The Mother Herself. However, your parents swiftly dismissed any ideas of such fantasies, emphasizing a more practical approach to your future. The concept of a deep, equal partnership and lover was a cherished daydream, overshadowed by the reality your parents presented.

Amidst gossip with friends about the mysterious idea of mates, your parents insisted on abandoning these fairytales. Their focus remained fixed on preparing you for a marriage that would secure wealth and influence, mirroring the traditions of countless pairs in the city. The prospect of bringing shame to the family loomed as an unthinkable consequence, one that could lead to disownment or in some cases death.

You were incredibly fortunate to have made a friend that helped you out, otherwise you’d probably be some unhappy bride whose only task would be baby-making and keeping quiet.

Your eyes filled with tears as you started thinking about the male infront of you. If the bond hadn’t snapped for you yet, then you probably weren’t mates and it made you sick thinking that there was someone else out there who’d snatch Cassian up. A hand brushing up your calf brought you back to reality as you were met with eyes filled with worries.

“No, hey, what's going on, sweetheart? Why are you crying, hm?” Cassian asked, concern etched across his face. Overwhelmed by sadness, you slumped forward, letting out deep sobs.

"Don't think m’your mate, Cassie. I really, really wanna be with you forever, but you'll probably choose your mate if they ever come along. Also, I probably have a mate somewhere, and I feel like we shouldn't keep going because I'm falling for you, like really hard, and I really don't think I'd survive it if we ended things before they even really started.”

Your wrecked sobs made him sick with guilt. The realization that he was the cause of your tears hit hard. His hands found their way to your back, gently caressing it as he tried to provide comfort. Unable to bear it any longer, he blurted out the words before more sobs could escape,

“ I’m your mate. I felt the bond snap the first time we met, baby. I didn’t want to you to feel like you had to accept the bond or feel pressured to discover it. I wished for you to find out on your own, at your own pace. And I’m truly sorry for the pain i’ve caused you. If I had known this was something you really wanted, I would’ve told you straight away, sweet girl. I was wrong to assume and I’m deeply sorry. Please forgive me?”

Cassian’s words hung in the air, a revelation that shifted the atmosphere between you. Stunned, you looked up, eyes searching his for any sign of anger or irritation at your sudden breakdown or any deception. His gaze, however, held a sincerity that echoed in the depths of your shared connection, held a mix of pain, guilt and sadness paired with hope.

“You’re really mine? My mate?” the question was carried by your whispering voice. Cassian nodded and confirmed,

“Yes, i’m yours as you are mine.” The words triggered that golden bond, snapping the thread of life and love deep in your chest. Holding a hand to your chest, you looked at him breathing deeply.

“Mate. You’re my mate!” you shrieked and kissed all over his face, ending with a big kiss on his lips, making him laugh.

“Um, so can i now touch ‘em?” you questioned as you nodded your head in the direction of his massive wings. His back straightened and he explained,

“My wings have never been out during intimate encounters with females. It makes me feel vulnerable and I don’t like it. But for you… for you I’d pluck the stars from the night sky if you asked me. Go ahead, sweetheart but be careful they can be quite-”

He didn’t even finish his sentence when he felt your warm hands caressing the ridge of his leathery wings. Cassian twisted in his seat when you went over a certain spot. His whole body flashed with warmth, leaving a trail of goosepumps as his stomch flipped.

His face revealed delight, accompanied by low groans as your nails traced over the delicate wing. Intrigued, you inquired about the sensation. He leaned in, softly blowing air near your ear, eliciting goosebumps and a slight arch in your body.

He knew he’d come undone if you kept touching him so he picked you up, swept everything away from the table and put you on your back. Perhaps he should’ve been more quiet because when the waiter hurriedly came to check on the broken dishes, he received a savage snarl, so unlike the usually levelheaded male.

“ Get. Out.” Your mate gritted towards the poor fae. He’d make sure to leave another huge tip, but he didn’t have time to think of it now that the bond was so fresh and there was a male staring down his half naked mate. Cassian finally turned his attention to you when you grabbed his cock through his slacks.

“ c’mon mate, need you so bad, please.” you grabbed the back of his head, smashing his lips against yours as you whined and mumbled about needing his cock inside you. Any sort of foreplay was out of the question, you’d play later. You felt like you might literally die if you didn’t feel him closer to you right now.

You were consumed by an overwhelming desperation, feeling as if you'd burst out of your skin without his immediate presence. The ache for more of him intensified, a desperate longing for his touch to ravage you entirely. Tears welled in your eyes as you begged, desperate to be fucked right there, yearning to be claimed by your mate.

The desperation in your voice spurred cassian on as his hands skillfully removed his belt, pulling out his hard cock as he slid in and out, again and again and again. Rocking the table as he thrust into you hard, filling you up deliciously. Your mouths found each other in a deep kiss as you pulled his hair, earning a deep groan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful all spread out for me. My precious mate,” he mumbled against you.

“mmh, harder please- fucking me soo gooddd” You moaned. The pleasure was building up in your belly making you squirm against him “Please, daddy, let me cum.”

He halted all his movements, pulling you out of your bubble of pleasure. Why did he stop? You felt your high fizzle down as you felt tears in your eyes. “Cassie, why did you stop? I almost finished… s’not fair” you whined, crossing you arms as you looked away, feigning disbelief and anger.

You seriously hadn’t noticed what you called him? Were you fucked out already? Well, whatever. Cassian’s ego boosted immensely at the fact that you had mindlessly called him daddy.

“You’re so good for me, such a beautiful, beautiful girl. My mate makes me proud.”

His praise made you simultaneously melt against his body yet tighten around his cock as a new rush of slick gushed out of you. Bringing his one hand to your nipple while the other played with your clit, Cassian was determined to make you cum then take you home. It had to be your house because he really couldn’t promise he wouldn’t attack Rhys or Azriel if they laid their eyes on you, let alone saw your vulnerable, fucked out state.

The simultaneous pleasure made your head spin as you grabbed his arm to steady youself.

“feels..” you swallow the glob of saliva pooling on your tongue. “f-feels s’good, daddy. m’gonna cum…” His thrusts didn’t slow down as he was met by your relaxed expression - your eyes had crossed as your tongue lolled out a bit, making you drool. A few more pumps and he felt his knees wobble with intensity. You screams of pleasure were muffled by his hand as you came.

“gotta be quiet baby, lest someone catches us” groaning out the last part, Cassian pumps once, twice and finishes deep inside with as he slumps forward, head nuzzled against your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

Driven by the fresh mating bond, he succumbed to a primal urge, covering your naked and relaxed form. Desperation fueled his actions, and protective instincts surged as he struggled with the dilemma of getting you home without causing harm, his every move tinged with the urgency of preserving your safety.

Wanting more, you pull him closer and wrap your legs around him. “daddy, i want more. please let’s go home because the table is kinda uncomfy n i wanna be on my bed instead.” Hands slither around you, pulling you up with as you clung to him. He drops a stack of money on the table to cover what he destroyed plus an appreciation for leaving him alone, gods know he would’ve shown no restraint if that waiter had been a little more bold.

“ s’okay cas i got this,” the whole restaurant fades into black before a cozy porch is replaced with the murmur of the restaurant. You’d winnowed home but not inside, leaving you right outside the door.

“ Sweetie, is your house warded or are you capable of winnowing inside too?” you shook your head and giggly responded,

“ mm, no, my house is protected from bad guys and only people i want can get inside. My friend fixed it for me, he’s super nice and you should totally meet him sometime.” The mention of another guy leaving your lips was enough for Cassian to make his eyes twitch but you looked so happy so he just nodded in agreement.

Opening the door, you welcomed Cassian into your cozy house. As he stepped in, his widened as his eyes roamed across the spacious hallway featuring a body-length mirror, perfect for a quick self-check before heading out, you told him. The hall led to a spacious living room with high ceilings exuding luxury, and the massive kitchen boasted pink appliances, a charming detail that seemed to define your style, he noticed.

His smile widened as he took in the cutesy and predominantly pink decor scattered throughout the house. It was a unique touch that resonated with your personality. As you guided him up the stairs, he marveled at the size of the home, realizing it was quite spacious for a single person.

Passing by several empty rooms, you finally opened the grand bedroom. The king-sized bed with frilly white sheets and an array of pink pillows dominated the space, surrounded by what seemed like an army of stuffed animals, a table adorned with the flowers he sent you this morning. Turning to the left he say your huge closet with clothes littered over the floor. You ran and closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a nervous laugh, “ oh, that’s just my closet. it’s a bit messy so let’s just not look there.”

You bit your lips as your eyes squinted in the dim light. He looked so delicious and you wanted more. wanted your mate, closer. Despite being mere feet apart, an insatiable need for closeness overcame you. Closing the gap, you kissed him, reigniting the connection that began at the restaurant, determined to continue it throughout the night.

The night with your mate unfolded in a series of intimate moments, he put you in new positions and taught you pleasures you never imagined. His expertise left you in a constant state of bliss, with every moment dedicated to mutual satisfaction. You had slept for about an hour or two before going at it again when he stood up and stretched, the sight enough for you to tackle him and ride him right there on your fluffy carpet.

As dawn approached, you marveled at the fact that you had enough restraint to let him slip away and prepare breakfast. The lingering sensations and shared experiences had created a bond that extended beyond the physical, making the morning after feel like a continuation of the enchanting night. Now you laid in the protective arms of you lover, looking at him while biting your lips to keep from pouncing in him.

“If you keep staring at me like that, we won't leave the house ever,” you looked away from his gaze, blushing furiously.

“Maybe I don't wanna leave the house. I wanna be with you forever and ever, cassie” you whispered, nestling closer and kissing his cheek, a familiar gesture of affection.

He chuckled warmly, deeply and kissed you back before your broke the kiss.

“Cas, you mentioned your friends live here. Can I meet them? You spoke about them like you really, really love them,”you inquired, sensing a shift in the air as his grip tightened around you.

“Another time, sweetheart. Right now, I need you alone. I can't even think about leaving you,” he confessed, his tone carrying a protective intensity.

“Do you know much about the mating bond?” you explained that you knew it was two people fated together in a perfect match but that was all your parents allowed you to know. He nodded and explained,

“A newly mated couple can be very... let's say, unstable. There have been many cool and collected males and females who lost their minds when someone laid their eyes on their mate for too long. Sane people have abandoned all critical thinking wherever their mate is involved. Their first and only thought is their mate’s safety and happiness. People have died for provoking newly-mated. So, please, give me a little time because there's a very likely chance I might kill someone for looking at you a bit too much." This…frenzy will cool down after a while but it’s very intense when it’s so new.”

The gravity in his words conveyed the depth of his commitment and the primal instincts that fueled it.

You were fucked in the head for sure because the realization that Cassian would fiercely protect you, even kill someone for you, sent a thrilling shiver down your spine, an unconventional yet undeniably arousing form of desire.

Without a word, you shuffled down, ready to express your gratitude and desire in a way that words could never fully convey, letting your mouth and hands express your love and gratitude.

—

For almost three weeks, you reveled in the cocoon of intimacy, exploring every inch of each other's souls and bodies within the confines of your shared space. Cassian's presence became a comforting constant, and there wasn't a single room in the house that he hadn’t fucked you in. Repeatedly.

However, the inevitable reality of his responsibilities tugged at Cassian's conscience. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkening slightly as he confessed,

“I hate to say this, baby, but I have to go back. My family is looking for me, and they're worried.”

A pout formed on your lips as the idea of him leaving weighed heavily on your heart.

“You really gotta go?” Your doe-eyes mirrored the sadness and pain of his departure, glossing over in tears at the thought of him not being by your side.

One look into your eyes and he knew there was no chance he could leave you.

“You know what, fuck that. There's no way I'm leaving you. So how would you feel about meeting my family?”

Cassian dropping the idea of meeting his family made you think. Would they like you? He always spoke highly of them, and it got you wondering if you'd measure up. You knew you weren't the brightest tool in the shed or however the saying went but you hoped they'd see something in you that's good enough for him. The old voices of your parents kept echoing in your head.

"You're only good if you keep your mouth shut."

"How did I end up with such a dumb daughter?"

"You’re prettier when you don't talk."

Cassian sensed your unease, and he gently took your hands, looking into your eyes with a reassuring smile.

“Hey, don't worry about a thing. My family will adore you as much as I do. You're more than enough, just the way you are.”

His words carried a sincerity that eased the knots in your stomach. You peppered kisses all over his face and mentally thanked him for the reassurance.

He laughed, kissing you and repeating those reassuring words until it was time to leave. Putting on a cute, blue summer dress, you skipped alongside him, blissfully unaware of the imposing aura he now exuded due to the fresh bond.

As the beautiful estate by the river came into view, you marveled at the picturesque landscape. Holding a homemade cake in one hand and Cassian's hand in the other, you both approached the door.

However, huge confusion struck as your eyes widened upon seeing who opened it.

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♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 24 - Dying to Find Out

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

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“Time to get Y/n!” Your manager's voice rang through your slumber. “Why?!“ you cried out eyes still closed “Because we have a schedule today” You felt your manager's plush hand on your shoulder.

“But I don’t wanna go!” You whined

“L/n we have to be at the company before they get there” he explained pulling the blanket off of you. You thrashed around but something was holding you back “Y/n get up” Yeeun's voice added “It’s fine if we’re a little late,” you said snuggling into your stuffy.

“But we’re already here” your stuffy spoke which sounded like Yoon. Your eyes shot open

You were in the car at the parking garage of the HighUp building “When we get here?” You asked generally confused “And why are you two here?”

“Well~” Yoon began

“Come on y/n” your manager tugged at the backpack's tail. You whined practically asleep as he dragged you out of the dorm “Oh y/n! manager!” Sumin called out. The both of you stopped “Can you please take the maknae’s with you today? They haven’t been out and I’m sure if Chae hears another one of their bickering fests she’s gonna go crazy” Sumin explained pointing at Isa who was in the kitchen drinking coffee while her eyes were bloodshot. “It was 3 in the morning and they were arguing about candles,” Isa said shakily bringing the mug to her lips.

“So can you take them?” Sumin asked but you were too busy climbing your manager’s back trying to get comfortable “Sure” he said.

“Oh, WAIT HOW DO I LOOK!?!” You freaked out grabbing your phone trying to check yourself out “Like how you always look” Yeeun exclaimed as you spotted yourself still wearing your pj shirt that had on with pink sweats. “What is this?!” “Hey, trying to change a sleeping person is a lot harder than it seems” Jayoon grumbled you look down “These aren’t even dancing shoes!” You said pointing at the bear slippers that hugged your feet.

You stretched your legs while looking at the mirror, your manager had left back to the dorms to pick up your shoes and Yoon and J played around the white dance room. You were pondering about the conversation you had with your friends last night, you’d think you know if you had a crush on Hyuka.

They were overreacting to the possible reason for your despair that day. Kai is one of your good friends, yeah he’s hot and cold with you but that’s just because he’s awkward.

You started to really think about it. If you did have a crush on Kai what would that feel like? I mean with Soobin you felt admiration or as Yeeun would call it ‘thirst’.

You’d say Kai was kinda cute and his personality is interesting.

“You okay? your head is kinda smoking” J said walking over to you with your backpack on. “Yeah I’m just thinking” her face cringed “Yikes” she joined you on the floor.

“What’s up?” Yeeun asked, “Do you know what a crush feels like?” You asked her, and she looked at you flabbergasted. Turning her attention to the mirror “Man i don’t know”

“You got a crush on someone?” She question but you just shrugged “I’m not sure”

“Hello,” a male voice called out, both you and J turn to see Yoon greeting your mc partners and their staff with your bear slippers on her hand “Welcome!”

“But I’m dying to find out, Hi Sungie and Ning!”

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mothgardens · 1 month

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i crave a sastiel royalty au.

cause like UGH it could go two ways:

It would be one of those stereotypical balls meant for the princes to meet a court-able companion:

1. Royal Angels!! Princes: Michael, Luke (called Lucifer behind his back for his cruelty), Gabriel, Raphael, and the youngest, Castiel. With unmarried egotistical narcissist King Chuck and his sister Amara in command of the Shurley Kingdom.

In this one, the Royal Family hold a ball for the nearest elite families to join in and mingle with the five heirs to the thrown. But, the Winchester boys, Sam and Dean, who come from a family living in poverty, sneak into the royal party in the fanciest attire they could scrounge up. Castiel takes a liking to the quiet and clumsy boy he finds in the crowd, Sam. Curious because the young prince should know all the families attending, and yet, he doesn’t recognize the handsome attendee in front of him.

Potential Characteristics and Tags: Not slow burn nor fast burn, a steady middle burn. Lots of Pining and Fluffy Flirting. Angst as well <3 Stereotypical Homophobia, Classism, and more :)

2. Royal Winchesters!! Tough and cunning Prince Dean, Knowledgeable and atypical Prince Samuel (commonly called crude names behind his back for his oddity and stubbornness), and youngest, admirable Prince Adam. With King John ruling the Winchester Kingdom.

Similar to the first idea, the Winchesters are also throwing a ball for their heirs to find a suitable girl to be their princess. The goal is to have elite and elegant attendees meet with the princes who are wondering the crowd. Samuel finds himself enthralled with a fellow in a long beige coat across the room. He has never seen this man and he knows better than to show interest in him. So he allows himself to watch the man move about the crowd. He notes his awkward yet endearing tendencies and the absolute pleasure that fills his face when he eats the party treats. Sam falls harder and harder until the man’s friend spots him staring and points straight at him. The beige coat spins as the man follows his friend’s finger and makes eye contact with Sam (oh no, he’s hot). As the two begin to trek through the crowd towards Samuel, he makes a run for it. Guilt and regret follows him through the next few weeks until the next ball where he sees the men again.

Potential Characteristics and Tags: Slow burn and angsty: John and Sam squabbles, Sam feeling outcasted and different. He wants a normal life, not to be royal. Internalized Homophobia, Stereotypical Homophobia (John), maybe some secret nonconformity from Sam gender wise.

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #sastiel #please talk to me about supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #chuck shurley #gabriel spn #lucifer supernatural #spn fanfic #spn fandom #queer sam winchester #autistic Sam Winchester #sam and john #Sam and Dean #royal au

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sinfulslytherin · 11 months

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Trigger warning: mature content

Summary: You tease Draco and he decides to get his revenge only for you to realize what you truly are for him.

(Angst)

Iknow how to treat girls. I took good care of Amara just yesterday when I showed her the guest room. Right?" Draco says as he tries to remind me of our steamy encounter last night.

A smirk plasters on his face.

I would have probably turned shy under other circumstances

but I turn bold in my drunken state and decide to play his game.

"You could've done a better job." I say as I smirk.

The dumb smirk he carried just a few seconds ago on his lips dissapears as soon as the words slip from my lips.

Narcissa smiles while silently drinking her wine, surely understanding the ambiguous conversation.

I finish my last glass in a quick motion and thank Narcissa for the day and especially the wine.

I am satisfied with leaving a dumbfounded Draco behind me.

I make my way upstairs while tumbling a bit from side to side.

I try to make my way to my room when suddenly a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into the next best room.

It takes me a few seconds to realise that I am in Dracos room, pushed against his bedroom door.

I groan as I hold my head. The alcohol makes my head spin due to the fast motion.

"What's wrong, sweet girl?-Does your head spin?" Draco asks in a mocking tone.

"Fuck you." I mumble while still holding my head.

Dracos hand makes its way to my throat.

His fingers meet my throat and he gives it a gentle but firm squeeze.

I fail to supress the gasp that slips from my lips.

"What did you say? I could've done better?" Draco asks as his head comes closer to my face.

I laugh at his question.

"What? Did I break your ego?"

"I'd really like to know if that attitude of yours stayed the same if I face fucked you."

My eyes widen and a wave of silence washes over me.

My head keeps spinning but somehow I feel sober now.

"What's the matter doll?"

Dracos face moves even closer. I feel his hot breath against my neck as a shiver runs down my spine. His lips lightly brush against my skin in a teasing way. He places his knee between my legs and I start to feel the pressure he applies on my throbbing core.

A silent but audible moan slips from my lips. I let my body sink down to increase the pressure.

"Are you trying to get off on my knee? Are you that underfucked?" Draco says in a degrading tone.

"I could ask you the same. Since when do you care about me and give me so much attention?" I ask while smirking.

Draco looks away while a laugh slips from his lips before he locks eyes with me again.

"Who said I care about you and not just your body? You know I hate Graham with all my guts but we can agree on one thing. You are pretty attractive for a pain in the ass."

My smirk is washed from my face.

He laughs while saying so. I don't know if he still thinks we are teasing each other or if he's actually serious.

I lift my arms in order to push him away. Draco stumbles backwards as I open the door and quickly run over to my room and lock me up inside.

I don't know what I was hoping for. He treated me with so much kindness yesterday and he made me feel things that I have never felt.

Maybe love. Maybe I hoped to get some love.

But love?-From Draco Malfoy?

I feel embarrassed as I remember the vulnerable state he saw me in. The way his eyes landed on my skin when I was touching myself.

I can only blame myself for being this delusional.

Maybe Graham was right and my destiny is already set in stone. I have no other option than to accept that I will never receive the love I crave for. The only thing close to it will be Grahams bipolar behaviour.

A tear slips at the realisation that I am trapped.

I guess I hoped for a hand to hold onto but it was just another rope.

Read the full story here~ Chapter:Vulnerable.

#draco fanfiction #harry potter #slytherin #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #hogwarts #wattpad #draco smut #gryffindor #angst #draco x reader #draco angst #draco x y/n #draco x you

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impala-dreamer · 10 months

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Teachable Moments

A Short Story

~After watching the latest episode of The Winchesters with their new cast, Y/N and Jensen keep the party going with Drake once the crowd leaves. Drinks are poured, old episodes are watched, and things get very interesting...~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Drake Rodger x F!Reader

4,806 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Age Gaps but no one cares. Instructional Moments. Sexy Naked Stuff. Oral and Such. Threesome. Little bit o' Voyeurism. Dom!Jensen if you squint. Sharing is caring!

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There was garlic on their breath from the spaghetti dinner but no one cared. The cheap red wine had been plentiful and the whiskey they now sipped was old and rich, something that Jensen had kept safe for a special night. There wasn't anything particularly special about that night, except that he wanted the whiskey.

With the watch party done and the night winding down, they sat on the big gray sectional in the rented living room and let the television capture their attention.

Drake was the only newbie left and he sat opposite Jensen on the sofa, his long frame tucked into the tight corner. He looked horribly twisted with both legs up on the cushion, each jutting out in a different direction, but his young limbs could take it. His head was drooped on his hand, elbow digging into the arm of the couch.

Y/N was laid out on the lounger between Jensen’s legs, her head on his chest, arms around his waist. Behind her, Jensen was so deeply relaxed that he seemed to disappear into the plush fabric. The backwards ball cap he wore was forever in danger of popping off as the bill hit the back of the sofa.

They were comfortable and warm, a little bit tipsy, and impossibly contented.

It was a good night.

As the television flickered blue light across their faces, a rumble hit Y/N’s ear and she startled. “Your stomach is growling so much, Jay,” Y/N said with a laugh, pressing her ear to the middle of him. “Jesus… It’s like a mosh pit of carbs in there.”

Lips set on his glass, he grinned. “Dinner was good. Too good.”

Drake agreed with a burp. “It was.”

“Gross.” Y/N rolled her eyes and hid her laugh in Jensen’s sweatshirt. “Boys are so gross.”

“Yup.” Jensen dipped his chin towards her and let out a belch that put Drake’s to shame.

Disgusted but laughing, she pushed away and cleared the air around her with a frantic wave of her hand. “Two peas in a pod, you two. I’m doomed.”

Playfully, Jensen lunged at her, pinching at her sides. She swatted him away, fooling around and flirting while Drake watched on from the corner. He kept his face straight ahead, pretending to watch the screen, but his eyes were on Y/N, on Jensen, on the way they teased and touched and moved against each other.

When they leaned in for a kiss, Y/N noticed him staring and quickly avoided Jensen’s lips. She bit down into the corner of her mouth and eyed Drake with a hint of interest, but then seemed to change her mind. She smiled and slid back down over Jensen, returning her gaze to the t.v.

An old episode of Supernatural was playing on TNT and she slapped Jensen’s chest when she saw the scene.

“Oh! This is my fave! Shush!”

He cringed at her slaps. “I wasn’t saying anything- geeze-”

“Shhh…” She said again, sitting up a bit to stare at the screen. “This is my favorite Dean kiss…” She sighed dramatically as Amara lifted her hand to Dean’s cheek and pushed up on her toes.

“This?” Jensen laughed and swallowed the rest of his whiskey.

Y/N swayed dreamily. “Yes.”

He laughed. “Why this one? Out of fifteen seasons, this is your favorite?” He turned to silently ask Drake for help, but the young man simply shrugged.

Y/N shifted between his legs and leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder. “Because… I don’t know. It’s like… He really wants it but he doesn’t and he can’t help it. He’s so drawn to Amara but he knows it’s wrong and everything about her is so… intoxicating and… I don’t know, it’s so hot.”

Jensen smacked his lips and grinned proudly, a bit of color floating over his freckled cheeks. “I am a good kisser…”

Y/N shook her head gently. “Yes, but-”

“But?”

“But that’s not you. That’s Dean.”

“But it’s me kissing…”

Again, Jensen looked over at Drake, seeking back up, but there was none to be had. Hazel eyes were hazy from the liquor and wider than they should have been as he watched the couple interact. He pushed out a smile and another shrug, unable to help.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to look at Jensen. “No. You don’t kiss like that.”

He laughed, a little shocked and a lot intrigued by the look on her face. She was serious and passionate and it made his dick twitch.

“I don’t?”

“Nope. That-” She pointed at the screen. “-is not a Jensen kiss.”

“You think so?” he teased, leaning closer.

Y/N mirrored him, eyes narrowing as she bent close. “Yeah. I do.”

“Hmm…”

Jensen’s hum landed on her lips and Y/N fell into him. Her eyes fell closed as he licked gently at her mouth, her lips parted as his hand lifted to cradle the back of her head. She melted against him, limbs tingling, breath stuttering. She moaned deeply and Jensen smiled over her lips.

Drake had forgotten to be respectful and look away, instead turning so he could see them fully. He sat squished in the corner, mouth hanging slightly as he watched Y/N squirm. Her lashes fluttered and his stomach tightened. She moaned again and his mouth ran dry, fingers tensing on his thighs.

Finished proving his point, Jensen released her and Y/N swayed a bit, letting out an innocent, drunken laugh.

Proud, he looked over at Drake. “She liked it.”

Stunned, Drake nodded. He shifted in his seat, feeling strangely aroused and physically unable to tear his gaze from Y/N. “Yeah. S-seems like it.”

Y/N settled herself and then looked up, her eyes locking with Drake’s. Her cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, we’re making you uncomfortable…”

Quickly, he corrected her and untwisted himself from his pretzel pose. “No. No. Not at all. I just-” He froze, realizing that the words waiting in the queue could be considered inappropriate. Especially when said to his new bosses.

“Just what?” Y/N pressed the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and waited, watching his brain struggle.

He swallowed hard. “It’s just- I’ve… I’ve never made a woman moan just by kissing her. I’m…” He paused to laugh at himself and drag a hand through his hair. “Impressed, I guess.”

Jensen tucked his chin to his chest and chuckled. Y/N raised a brow, intrigued. Their eyes met and Jensen shrugged almost imperceptibly, a silent agreement made.

“It’s not that hard,” he said, twisting his head to look at Drake while his left hand rose to caress Y/N’s cheek. His fingers slid softly against her skin and curled gently behind her ear. She was caught in the touch, her eyes dimming as his thumb ran across her bottom lip, plucking it open. “You just have to… cast a spell…”

She took a breath and Jensen swallowed down her gentle exhale as he kissed her. He pushed himself into it; lips moving, fingers tensing, back rolling. He licked into her and she gasped, moaning even deeper than before.

When he let her go, she sat still for a moment, stunned and aroused. Her flesh burned, her heart pumped a little faster. She smiled and tucked her lip between her teeth.

Jensen sat back and tossed his right arm over the back of the couch, proud of himself. He looked over at Drake who was staring in awe. “See? Easy.”

Woken from the spell, Y/N slapped his shoulder. “Did you just call me easy?”

He laughed. “I know better than to even suggest such a thing. No, I mean- making you… hot is easy. If you know how.”

She squirmed a bit and hid her smile behind her hand, caught in a torrent of truth and put on display. Jensen eyed her until she had no choice but to look away, and he grinned.

“Just like that.”

Drake was captivated, watching her devolve from a strong, take-no-shit woman into a melty, innocently sexy girl.

His voice cracked. “Incredible.”

Y/N set her gaze upon him, enjoying the look of wonder in his hazel eyes. “Don’t let Jensen impress you,” she warned. “He’s really just a frat boy with a few skills up his sleeve.”

Mockingly, Jensen pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows and made a showing of there being nothing there.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anyway…”

Drake leaned closer, drawn to her lips and the way she teased her husband.

“It’s not hard, no, but it does take a little… finesse.”

She winked and her smile nearly knocked Drake over. He sat back and exhaled slowly, cupping his fist by his lips.

Jensen watched keenly as the two eyed each other and with a nod from Y/N, stepped things up a bit.

He cleared his throat and ran a single finger across his stubbled upper lip, eyes landing on Drake. “How ‘bout you give it a try?”

The young man stumbled visibly, his mind tripping over itself. “Um- what?”

Jensen gestured toward Y/N and tried again. “See if you can make her moan…”

An awkward laugh rumbled through Drake as he looked back and forth between Y/N and Jensen, eventually staying locked on her. “What? Really?”

She reached across the sofa for him, her palm up and open. “Come ‘ere.”

Cautiously, Drake slid a big hand into hers and pushed up from the corner. She led him to sit at the foot of the lounger, sandwiching herself between both men.

“Don’t be nervous,” she whispered, dragging her hand up Drake’s arm to hold his shoulder. She pulled gently and he leaned in.

His eyes were wide and dark, slightly glazed. He reached for her cheek just as Jensen had, but held it just a breath away, hovering, giving her space to pull away if she wanted.

“You’re… sure?” he asked, looking at both in turn.

Jensen laughed softly. “Go for it. Show us whatcha got.”

Y/N scraped her bottom lip with her front teeth and let the plump flesh go slowly. Every ounce of his attention was locked on the simple movement, and Drake’s hand came down a little closer.

“I’m sure,” Y/N told him, leaning in so that his hand made contact. She closed her eyes, soaking in the warmth and newness of him. “If you want, I mean… You don’t have to.”

Drake sucked in a quick breath and his fingertips curled at her temple. His thumb jerked towards her lips and he swallowed hard. “I want to,” he whispered, “I really want to.”

Her next breath came out like a prayer that parted her pretty lips and ghosted across his face. He shivered and went for it, kissing her quickly and shoving his tongue between her teeth.

Shocked by his forwardness, Y/N gasped and couldn’t think to kiss him back. She smiled when he pulled away, sweetly looking down and squeezing his arm.

“That was… nice,” she said simply.

He sighed, disappointed. “So, not great.”

Y/N hesitated, not wanting to hurt his feelings. She shrugged. “No… not great.”

Drake’s posture collapsed. “Damn.”

Jensen leaned in, pressing himself against her back and setting his chin on her shoulder. “Don’t give up… How you gonna learn if you don’t keep at it?”

Y/N nodded. “He’s right.” She licked her lips and let her hand slip from his shoulder to the open collar of his white henley. She teased at the exposed skin at the base of his throat and Drake’s eyes took on the glow of blurred interest once more. “Try again,” she urged, batting her lashes.

He lunged for her but she pressed her palm firmly to his chest, holding him off.

“Slowly…”

This time, he was gentle, barely pushing into her, his kiss lingering, hand floating above her cheek. He hummed softly and Y/N tried to feel it, but there was little to latch on to.

Behind her, Jensen chuckled under his breath, amused not judging. “So close.”

Drake backed up and looked hopeful, but his glow faded as Y/N turned her gaze away.

“Still shitty?”

Quickly, she shook her head, smiling at him. “No. No. Not shitty. Very sweet.” She let her hand slide up to his jaw, holding him gently. “You’re so sweet.”

He frowned. “Sweet? That’s… that sucks.” He shifted away, dejected, and hung his head.

Jensen picked up the slack. “Hey- you just gotta… make her… feel it.” His arm slipped around Y/N’s chest and his hand found her cheek, pulling her head to the side. “Like this.”

Again, he kissed her, shoving everything he had into it. Y/N’s knees would have given out had they been standing but instead, she melted into him. Her shoulders rolled and a deeply delighted moan fell from her lips when he pulled free.

Her eyes were heavy, her body warm. Turning back, she reached for Drake and tugged his sleeve until he returned to her. “Your turn…”

He thought about giving up, of retreating to the other side of the couch or grabbing his coat and heading home. And yet, the taste of her was still sweet on his tongue and he wanted to try again, wanted to make her sway against him, feel her heart race beneath his lips.

He turned back and dove in.

She gasped at his attack and her eyes fell closed when his tongue swept across her lip, begging, tasting. She opened for him and he cupped her cheek, hungry fingers gripping her face and holding her captive.

He pushed his desire into her and she let go, moaning heavily when he bit down on her bottom lip, plucking it roughly while he backed away.

Y/N sucked in a quick breath, swaying a bit, and blinked to clear her head. “W- wh- wow.”

Pride swelled in his chest and Drake laughed nervously. “Better?”

“Fuck…” She squirmed against Jensen and hooked her fingers into Drake’s collar, pulling him close. “Do it again,” she begged, “please…”

His eyes flickered up to Jensen quickly and the older man nodded, giving his consent.

Jensen watched as Drake went back for more, popping up on his knees and towering over her. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and Y/N craned up towards him, humming and whimpering desperately as he kissed her harder, snaked his tongue in deeper. She clung to his shirt, nails nearly ripping the thin fabric. With her body stretched, Jensen took advantage, brushing the hair to the side and sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck. Her back tensed and shivered; her moan made his cock twitch. He pressed harder into her which pushed her into Drake and Y/N’s body tingled with whiskey-tinged arousal.

“You two are gonna kill me,” she laughed, raking one hand through Drake’s dark hair and leaning back to rub the other against Jensen’s growing erection.

His lips burned on her pulse. “Oh, I think we’ll keep you alive for a bit longer.” He winked at Drake who laughed.

Hazel eyes narrowed on her mouth. “Probably.”

Another breathtaking kiss had Y/N clawing at his chest and spreading her legs to fit him between. He dropped down, moving like a jungle cat to lick at her lips, tease at her ear.

Jensen tugged his hand through her hair and yanked her head to the side, taking control of her lips while Drake pawed at her tits through her shirt.

Trembling and love-drunk, she floated between them, her body glowing with desire. “Please…” There was no more to it, simply a prayer for more, for the same, for whatever they wanted to give her.

Jensen laughed against her lips and gave Drake’s shoulder a quick shove, pushing him back. The boy sat back on his knees and watched in wonder as Jensen snaked his right hand into her shirt and plucked her left nipple between two thick fingers.

“You’re a fast learner,” he said, smirking as Y/N let out a blissful cry. “Wanna see how fast I can make her cum?”

Drake tried not to seem so shocked, but his jaw dropped and a silent nod said it all. “Fuck, yes.”

Jensen grinned and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “Watch closely…” He tugged on her nipple again and Y/N’s back arched off of his chest. “...you’re up next.”

She was like putty in his hands, squirming beneath his touch as his hands curled around her. She lay back, weak and wound up at the same time, her brain on the verge of total shut down. The only thing keeping her grounded was the expert and familiar way Jensen’s fingers plunged into her cunt and the startled and enamoured look in Drake’s eyes.

Jensen’s wrist strained against the tightness of her jeans and something about being clothed yet so exposed made it all even hotter for her. Drake was staring as she bucked against Jensen’s hand and she kept her eyes on his young face, enjoying the attention. She shuddered and held her breath as she came, fighting back the urge to scream lest she scare him.

When the tremors faded, she sank back against Jensen and twisted her neck to kiss him, licking into his mouth and humming darkly.

“So fucking good, baby,” she tugged at Jensen’s lip and he tapped his middle finger against her clit, making her body jerk. “Fuck…”

Green eyes lifted with a smirk. “Wanna give it a go?”

Drake swallowed hard. “I don’t think it’ll be that quick,” he confessed, mouth watering at the sight of her glowing skin and drowsy eyes.

Y/N laughed and stretched out, enticing him with a flutter of painted lashes. “You can take your time… I won’t mind.”

He grabbed for her, his long fingers curling around the back of her neck and tugging her up. She sat up and teased his lips with her tongue as he struggled with the hem of her shirt.

“I got you, brother,” Jensen laughed, helping to pull the cotton up over her head. With a quick snap, he opened the clasp of her bra Y/N wiggled free, laying back against his chest and showing off for Drake. “Like what you see?”

“So much…” Drake exhaled heavily and sank down, lips puckered and ready for a taste. He licked at her lips and then fell down, nipping at her flesh with cautious and explorative bites.

Y/N tugged on his hair, scraped her nails across his scalp, egging him on. She drooped against Jensen and turned to kiss him, desperately lost in the hard suckle of Drake’s mouth.

“Oh, he’s… good at this,” she gasped, eyes rolling as Drake scraped her nipple with his teeth. “Wow…”

“Yeah?” Jensen hissed and grabbed her, pinching her cheeks with one hand and squeezing. “You like that?”

She nodded in his grasp, barely breathing as he licked into her.

Drake slid on the sofa as he kissed his way down her belly. Nerves gone, he popped the button on her jeans and tugged them down off of her hips, yanked them from her ankles. She whimpered pitifully when his mouth fit against her covered pussy. He breathed out, hot and damp against the cotton and her shudder was intense.

“Oh, fuck-”

Jensen sucked down her squirming cry and cupped her tits, massaging and tugging at her sensitive flesh while Drake teased down below.

“He good at that, princess?”

Jensen’s voice clouded her head and she nodded dumbly. “Yeah… so good…”

Still covered by the thin fabric, the tip of Drake’s thick tongue pushed into her and Y/N bucked her hips against his face, near to trembling all over again. Hungry, he snuck a finger inside her panties and tugged them aside. She shivered at the sudden cool and then moaned as his lips found her clit.

He lapped at her flesh, moaning happily as he felt her thighs close in around his head. He shut his eyes and pushed a testing finger into her, then another, going deeper until her hips bucked.

Jensen cleared his throat and looked down at him. “Hurry up down there,” he growled. “I want a turn.”

Y/N pouted. “Don’t make him hurry,” she groaned. “It’s so good…”

Jensen nipped at her lips, teeth snapping dangerously close. “Is it? You gonna cum so pretty? Show him how wet you get?”

She gasped. “Yeah- fuck- please…”

Drake pumped his arm, fucking up into her with his long fingers. She cooed into Jensen’s mouth, struggling to break through and find that sweet release.

Jensen kissed her hard and then whistled swiftly to grab Drake’s attention. “Add another finger and curl them to the left. Up and back.”

Drake’s brow creased in question but he did as instructed, crooking his fingers deep inside.

Y/N sucked in a loud gasp and came almost instantly; a warm gush of wetness flowing freely down Drake’s wrist.

“Fuck…” He stared for a second and then dove in, licking up her juices and humming happily.

Shivering, Y/N grabbed at Jensen’s ear and tugged him down, kissing him frantically. She was trembling and burning with pleasure, desperate for more.

Recognizing her needy kiss, Jensen clenched his jaw and stared into the depths of her. “You want him to fuck you?” he asked, green eyes dark with possession and lust.

She was too stunned to answer, too focused on the press of Drake’s tongue against her cunt. She whimpered and Jensen’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you?”

She faded, eyes unfocused as the pleasure saturated every inch of her.

“Well?” Jensen’s tone dropped and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Answer me.”

Her eyes rolled, her jaw fell, tongue drifting out to reach his lips. “Yes…”

Jensen licked at her tongue and she shivered. He cleared his throat and addressed his protege. “Well? You heard the lady.”

Drake gaped up at him with swollen wet lips and wide eyes. “Yes, sir.” He pushed himself up onto his knees and fumbled with his jeans, nearly falling off of the end of the sofa.

Jensen gave Y/N a tiny shove. “Help him,” he whispered and she went, floating as if in a dream.

Up on her knees, she barely reached his shoulders and she tipped her head back, staring up at him seductively. She reached for his zipper and his hands closed around hers.

“We can stop if you want,” she said, momentarily clear.

He shook his head and slid his hands up her bare arms and around her shoulders. “No…” His fingers curled around the nape of her neck and he bent to taste her sweet kiss again. “Don’t stop.”

She slipped the denim from his hips and fit her hand around his cock, gasping at the heft and length of him. “Oh my…” She sucked her lip through her teeth and pumped her hand, eyes large as she watched him fall into a mess of arousal. His mouth dropped opened and his eyes shut tight, his chest filled with a deep breath. “Feel good?”

His eyes were like slits and he smiled like a fool. “So good.”

She leaned closer and tugged his shirt up so she could lay a kiss on his chest. Humming, he pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it aside to lay with her clothes at the foot of the television.

On screen, Dean was fretting about life, still fighting against his feelings for Amara, but no one was watching anymore.

Jensen moved out of their way, sliding across the couch so they could fumble over each other while he tugged his hoodie off.

With space to move, Y/N laid back and Drake fell down, crushing her into the cushions. He breathed heavy into her and she drank him down, wiggling her legs around his trim waist. His cock nudged at her cunt but he held back, cautious hesitation flooding his eyes.

She rubbed at the back of his neck and rolled her hips. “Do it,” she urged with a whisper. “I wanna feel you…” She pushed her lips into him, sucked his tongue into her, close to crying with need. “Please, Drake… please fuck me…”

His blood was boiling, fingers trembling over her delicate skin. He looked to Jensen who nodded silently, and then broke free. He pushed into her and Y/N let out such a beautiful cry that he thought his heart would burst. He pulled out and she whimpered, he thrust back in and she yelped through clenched teeth. Her nails crested his biceps and his hips bruised her thighs.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He breathed her name like a song and sat up on his knees, drawing her hips upwards with his strong hands.

She rocked back into him and turned her face to Jensen, excited to see him disrobed and relaxed, casually fisting his cock. She licked her lips and called to him with a familiar gaze.

“Yeah?” He climbed to his feet, his cock hanging long and hard against his left thigh.

Y/N nodded and opened her mouth, stuck her pink tongue out, waiting.

He settled on the couch beside her head, knees digging in, denting the cushion. He leaned back on his heels and stroked himself a few times while watching Drake’s dick slide slowly through her slick cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grit, heart racing, cock throbbing in his fist.

Drake shivered and dropped his chin, his body moving like an ocean wave as his fucked into her. “You ain’t kidding.”

Drool was spilling from her lips and Y/N moaned, reaching for Jensen with a weak hand. She scraped at his thigh until he closed the gap and bent over her, teasing her lips with the head of his dripping cock.

“That what you want, princess?”

She whimpered absently and lifted her head, taking him in as deep as she could.

“That’s it,” he praised, eyes rolling closed as her lips sealed tight around him. “So good, baby…”

Y/N went limp between them, filled and fucked and flooded with pleasure. She came hard just as Jensen struck the back of her throat, and Drake hissed, feeling her body seize tight around him.

Jensen growled in warning. “Don’t you dare cum in her.”

Drake sucked back a breath and strained to control himself, finally pulling out and grabbing the base of his cock.

Y/N reached a hand down between them and rubbed her thumb across his swollen head, making him explode and spray hot across her stomach. She moaned blissfully and the vibrations sent Jensen reeling. He jerked his hips and came on her willing tongue, panting as she swallowed down each delicious drop.

A familiar guitar riff echoed the room as the credits rolled, and Y/N rolled onto her side, hiding her face in a throw pillow as the boys dressed. She was glowing and warm, buzzing with orgasmic wonder.

“That was… unexpected,” she hummed, biting her lip as Drake bounced into his jeans.

He laughed and pulled the zipper up. “Extremely.”

“But good?”

He dropped his chin and looked up, still a little shy despite everything. “So good. Fucking amazing.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and hid a giggle in the pillow.

Jensen shook his head at their flirting and tossed a damp kitchen towel at her. “Don’t mess up the couch,” he teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes and sat up, clearing away the guck from her belly. “Like you haven’t spilled a hundred things on this seat.”

He grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, well…” Slipping back into his hoodie, he pushed the sleeves up and tugged on the strings. He sighed, contented. “What next?”

Drake’s head popped through his shirt and he squinted at Jensen, unsure. “Uh…”

Y/N laughed and threw the dirty towel back at her husband. “Next you get me a refil and some chips or something because I’m starving.” She fished for her panties on the floor and tugged them up. “And then we’re gonna start the next episode because- drama!”

Both guys laughed and Jensen set his hands on the back of the couch, leaning over to gaze lovingly at her.

“You serious?”

“Hell yeah,” she answered, grabbing the remote before even finding her shirt. “Sam’s in the cage with Lucifer! We gotta hurry!”

Drake gave a little shrug and plopped back down on the couch. “She’s right,” he said, looking over his shoulder at his boss. “Oh! And… Cas-”

With a sigh, Jensen relented and grabbed the whiskey from the nearby kitchen counter, quickly refilling their glasses.

She was right, though- it was a good episode.

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